A/N: I was thinking about The Outsiders and realized how much the Curtis brothers remind me of the Winchester three. So here's the story. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Outsiders or Supernatural

There was only one book Dean could ever read over and over. He'd been forced to read it in eighth grade because if he hadn't he would've failed his English class. After that he'd bought his own copy, just making sure not to tell anyone because he, Dean Winchester, didn't read. So when Sam stumbled across it in the motel room when he was looking in Dean's bag for the Journal he was shocked.

"What's this, Dean?" he asked holding it up.

"A book." He replied with a shrug.

"I know that, but why do you have it?"

"I don't know, now come on, we have to head out into the town, see if this town has anything goin' on." He said as he threw on his jacket and snatched the book out of Sam's hand. Once they were in the car Sam kept staring at Dean.

"What?" he finally said after a bit.

"That book's a classic you know." He said.

"It's just a book, now lay off."

"Why would you be reading a classic or just a book? From previous knowledge you hate reading, the reason I do all the research."

"Fine, I've read it, it's good, whatever."

"Why do you like it?"

"What the heck? What kind of question is that?"

"Just a question."

"Fine. I like because there's fighting and gangs, all right? Now, can we drop it?"

"Right." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude." Dean pulled into the drive of the house they were going to, pretending to be potential buyers for their dad.

"You know my favorite character, was Ponyboy." Sam said once they had started back on the road and were headed back to the motel.

"You read it?"

"Yeah, it's required reading. I'm surprised you actually read the required reading."

"I was failing, what other choice did I have. Plus Dad was threatening to keep me off of hunts if I got an F in the class."

"He really said that?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Wow. So, who's your favorite?"

"I don't know, uh, Sodapop I guess, now, no more questions. I ain't havin' a book discussion with you." He decided to stop short and go to the bar.

"Whatever, man." Sam said smiling.

In truth Sodapop was Dean's favorite. The three brothers in the book had immediately reminded him of their own whacked out family. Darry had been their dad, the one who watched over them, rarely got into arguments with him, Dean and was always arguing with Sam. Ponyboy, the youngest, reminded him of Sammy. His face had always and still was in a book. Sam had always wanted more than what their family did. Last there was Sodapop, the middle brother. He was always being pulled between the two, wasn't very smart and just wanted everybody to be happy. Dean would only admit this to himself, but the first time he'd read it he'd been scared that someone or something had used them for the story, but then commonsense had kicked it.

"You are, Ponyboy, Sammy." He told Sam after they were silent for awhile, both in their own little worlds at the counter.

"What?"

"Yeah, I read the book, you're Ponyboy. I decided that when I first read it." He told Sam with a slight smile.

"Always knew I liked him." Sam smiled back.

"Yeah, whatever, now, I think it's time to have some fun. Up for a game of pool?" he said after getting up. It was obvious Dean was done talking as Sam got up and followed. Sam would never forget though and soon, when Dean least expected it; he'd get him back by calling him Sodapop.

The End.