Title: Sandy Beaches
Challenge: Dry
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural.
A/N: It's 100 words on the nose. Just a little bit of dry humor....
Dean's throat was dry like the sand he walked upon. The sun beat down and he saw the impala in the distance.
An hour jaunt into the Arizona dessert had stretched…time had lost meaning…and there was still a Dirt Devil out there…
The impala repapered and Sam was sitting in the hood dangling the keys. A bikini clad blonde sat shotgun…
Dean licked his lips; hoping water was in the trunk. He shook away the image wondering where the storm had taken Sam.
He wondered where he was…
The sand storm started again. He saw the impala flying.