Suddenly Sam was struck by a thought. Clambering out of bed, he hurried to the door and called out: "Hey kid - if we want to go, what's the best way of getting to the island?"
The boy stopped and turned. "There's a boat goes in half an hour from down at the dock. You can't miss it - there'll be loads of guys aboard, and all of them'll be wearing shorts..."
"Shorts?" Sam queried. "Why's that?"
"It's the rule," the kid said. "You don't need money or nothing to get on the island - but you gotta be wearing shorts." He flushed slightly. "It, er, helps with the gay thing..."
"Oh man," Sam breathed, running a hand through his hair.
"You got some?"
"Shorts? Yeah, I've a pair of cutoffs somewhere..." Sam frowned. "But I don't know about Dean. My brother..."
"I don't do shorts."
Dean, now dressed, stepped up beside Sam.
"Well you gotta," the kid declared. "Else they won't let you in."
Dean opened his mouth to retort, but the kid stared him out. Dean turned to glare at Sam. Sam was amused.
"Shit!" Dean snapped. "Where am I going to find a pair of shorts round here?"
"There's a place just around the corner," the kid said helpfully.
"Yeah, there would be!" Dean snarled, and reaching for his wallet, marched off down the street.
Twenty minutes later, the two brothers were washed, brushed and heading for the dock - Sam in jean cutoffs and a jet-black T, Dean in a grey tank top and snazzy white yachting shorts.
And even before they reached the boat and teamed up with the other guys, they were both feeling exceedingly horny!