Sam tried to keep his splashing to a minimum, not wanting to make himself any more appealing to the circling predator. Damned thing was already pretty interested, thanks to the blood leaking from the bullet wound on his shoulder.
Another wave broke over his head, sending him down. He struggled back to the surface, gasping for breath, eyes stretched wide as he looked around wildly for the massive triangular fin.
Where the hell was the thing? Had it lost interest?
Was it gone?
God, please, let it be gone.
Cold.
He was so freaking cold!
Where the hell was Dean?