"I'm back." Sam carried a paper grocery bag under one arm as he used the other to shut the door behind him. "How's the research coming?"

"Um . . ." Dean shifted around on the motel bed so that Sam couldn't see the laptop screen. "It's . . . coming."

"Let me see that."

"What for? I'll let you know when it's done."

"Let me see what you have so far."

"I'm right in the middle of something!"

A horrible suspicion crept across Sam's face. "Are you watching porn?"

"What? No!"

"Really? So if I look, I'm not gonna see Busty Asian Beauties or MILFs on Parade."

"Nope." Dean hunched over, protecting the screen with one arm thrown over the top.

"Dude, we had a deal. You do the research while I go out and buy you breakfast. I've kept my end of the bargain. What've you got?"

Dean partially closed the lid and gave Sam a look. "It's going a little slower than I thought. I keep putting all the wrong search terms into Google and getting some stuff you wouldn't believe."

"Give me that."

"No!" Dean wrapped both arms around the laptop and clung to it as Sam dived onto the bed and tried to wrest it away from him. After a brief tussle, Sam reclaimed his precious laptop and brought it over across the room.

"Now let's see what you've been wasting your time with," he said, opening it up again.

He really didn't believe what he was seeing.

"Candy Crush? Dude, really?"

"It's an addictive game."

"Yeah, but for two and a half hours? Don't you only get like five lives at a time?"

"Well . . . before Candy Crush, I was playing Plants versus Zombies."

"Plants versus Zombies . . . Dean, that is not research!"

"You're telling me. Fighting off zombie hordes with peas and corn? Is that supposed to be some hidden message about eating your vegetables?"

"Did you do any actual research?"

"I tried. I told you, it's hard. I hit a brick wall and gave up and decided to play games for a while."

"You . . ." Sam couldn't find words strong enough to express the frustration he felt at the moment, so he just threw his hands in the air and made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a scream. "Fine. You put the groceries away. I'll do the research. Let me at least check your search history to see how far you got . . ."

"I wouldn't do that," Dean warned him.

"What? Did you find creature porn sites? Wanton Werewolves of the West End? Vamps and Vixens?"

"No." Dean began unpacking the bag, putting stuff in the mini-fridge. "Just . . . you wouldn't want to see it."

But Sam had already found it. "Destiel Forever? What is Destiel Forever?"

"It's . . ." Dean sighed and then admitted the truth. "It's fanfiction. And yeah, it's kinda sexy, but . . . I was curious."

Sam closed the window and slammed the laptop shut. "We talked about this."