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More Movie Nights, Chapter 4
Since you all love it so much, here's more Movie Nights
This one is for mb64 who suggested the movie.
A dry wind rustled the tree tops but only hot sticky air settled near the ground.
"Look, a lake." Sam pointed out the Impala's window. "They rent boats, too. Let's go fishing!"
Dean pulled over in the shade. "I'm only considering this because it's better than being trapped in a hot car with a loud, mouthy 12 year old."
"Shut up, jerk. It's a good idea. Come on." They tracked over to the rickety shed on the pier and woke up the old man inside.
"We want to rent a boat and some fishing poles and a bait box." Sam gave the man a dimpled smile.
After they assembled the equipment Sam pulled a couple of pairs of swim trunks out of his duffle. "I'm going to go swimming. It'll be so cool. Here, I brought you a pair too."
They took turns behind the old man's shed getting changed and then climbed in the boat and rowed out to the middle of the lake.
Dean dropped a line in the water and relaxed. After about five minutes, Sam said "I'm bored," and dove in the water. Everything was calm and peaceful. The water slapped against the side of the boat
Dean almost dozed off then became aware of Sam splashing and humming? As he came closer to the boat Dean could just make out Ta-DUM, Ta-DUM ..Ta-DUM, Ta-DUM… getting closer and closer and louder all the time. He recognized the theme to Jaws too late to prevent Sam from rising up out of the water and falling on him.
"God damn you , Sam!" Dean was knocked over the rowboat plank seat and ended up stripped of his swim trunks.
"Oh, look." Sam said. "Bait!" and he grabbed Dean's dick. Sam looked around. Dean was awkwardly spread over the plank seat with one leg dragging in the water. Sam giggled.
"You know, I think we're going to need a bigger boat"