Warning for semi-excessive profanity. Jamie wanted Dean and Sam as the captain and first mate of a ship. This is what she got instead.
Dean Winchester was many things, but he was no sailor. The small dinghy to Prentis Island was as large a boat as he'd been on, and with good reason. "Nothing good happens when you're not on solid ground, Sam. You get zapped into a damn airplane or a lake zombie eats you. No, screw all that. Baby and I will take the long way."
"You can't exactly drive to Australia, yanno. There's this little thing called the Pacific Ocean." Sam paused, long enough to take in Dean's sour frown and grin in response, "An ocean, Dean, is like a real big puddle, but big enough that you can't throw your jacket over it and hop across."
"I know what a fucking ocean is, bitch," Dean huffed while readjusting his jacket, shrugging his shoulders to get it to lay properly. "I just don't like them."
"You've been to Hell, you've been to Purgatory, and-"
"Neither of those places could drown me!" Dean's squinted his eyes, years of stress-begotten alcoholism and poorly handled anger causing them to wrinkle at the corners.
Sam raised his eyebrows and frowned, nearly sneered, "Drowning. After all this other shit, you're afraid of drowning?"
"Well, yeah. It's scary."
Sam couldn't tell what made him laugh harder, his older brother's absolutely pitiful tone of voice or the sad reality that Dean Winchester, savior of humanity, first man to cross through the three planes of the afterlife since Dante, was spooked by a little water.