It's my accounts 1st birthday! (wow, I can't believe I've been doing this for a year) so, in honour I've decided to post this Supernatural fic... I wrote it on my friends ipod at her house because she loves Supernatural.
Enjoy!
Sam and Dean Winchester were sitting sulkily in their motel room. Sam was perched at the end of his bed, brushing his hair, while Dean was submerged in a map, pouring over the different places, possibly looking for somewhere to go to work a job.
'Sam!' Dean shouted, having spotted something on the map. Sam jumped at the sudden break on silence and yanked his hair brush too fast through his hair, making him yelp in pain.
'Ow! What is it?'
'I've found something on the map-'
'A job?'
'Um... Well, yes, c'mon Sammy, we've got to go now.'
Sam rolled his eyed in frustration, 'It's Sam.'
Once in the Impala, Sam decided to confront Dean.
'Where are you taking us?'
Dean started the engine with a smirk. 'You'll see.'
'Dean! Why can't you tell me? It might be important, I hate it when you keep things from me!'
'And I hate it when you complain.'
'But-'
'No buts Sammy,' said Dean, reaching across and turning up the music.
Carry on My Wayward Son blasted through the speakers, and Dean head banged, hitting his hands against he steering wheel while Sam pressed his hands against his ears.
After forty seven painful minutes of Dean's loud music and bad singing, he pulled into a small side road.
Sam turned off the music and looked out of the window, reading a colourful sign.
'Pie land?!'
Dean looked over at Sam, 'Yeah!'
'Are you serious? No job, demons, hauntings?'
'Nope.'
'Pie land?!'
'Man, there is nothin' better. '
Dean ruffled Sam's hair (who gave him the expected disgusted look), and jumped out of the car quickly. And before Sam had a chance to get out, Dean locked the car.
'Hey!'
'Stay here Sammy, these pies are for me!'
'I don't even like pie, what if something happens?!'
'Nothin's gunnu happen Sammy!' Dean said, grinning.
And with a tap on the top of the car, he sauntered off into pie land.