CAPTAIN'S ORDERS
WOW: bat. Dean has his own priorities, so does Sam.
Disclaimer: I don't own him.
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"Cap'n, we can't dive yet, there's an Island ahead."
"Damnit, lieutenant, it looks like a giant knee!"
"Yessir."
"But we can't turn the sub round because there's a giant shark back the way we came."
"Copy that sir. Sonar is showing another shape heading towards us. Looks like a gator sir."
"An alligator?"
"Yessir. What are your orders?"
*BANGBANGBANG*
"DAMNIT DEAN, HOW LONG YOU GONNA BE IN THAT BATHROOM? HURRY UP - I NEED A PEE!"
Dean didn't bat an eyelid.
Sam could wait; the further adventures of the USS Plastic Bath Toy were far too important to interrupt.
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