I do not own Supernatural, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, or the song Natural Woman by Aretha Franklin, nor do I own the song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship. I'm only using them for fun in this crackish fic. Please review after reading.

It was the morning after a very stressful hunt. Sam was busy packing the bags in the hotel room, while Dean was in the shower. Sam knew Dean sang in the shower. The people in the next room could sometimes know, if the place was cheap enough, and the walls thin enough. But it wasn't until today that Sam knew what Dean was singing.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL!" the booming baritone voice that was coming from the bathroom sang. Sam looked up from picking news articles off of the wall, his attention turned to the bathroom door.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL!" There it was again. Sam started to move closer to the door.

"YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A NATURAL," there was a slight beat here. "WOMAN!" Sam couldn't help himself. He doubled over in the floor laughing. It took several minutes for him to regain composure and continue packing as Dean continued singing the Aretha Franklin song, laughing when the time called for it.

Several minutes later, Dean stepped out of the bathroom, water dripping from his partly dried hair, and his bottom half wrapped in a towel. Sam sat on the bed, bags packed with the exception of an outfit for Dean and one for himself. As soon as the door opened, Sam yelled out "ENCORE!" Every part of Dean's exposed flesh turned red. You heard me, huh? the embarrassed man asked.

"Dean, the whole motel heard you," Sam said, holding back a giggle. "What was with that song?"

"What do you mean?"

"All my life, I've heard you sing along to Metallica or Motorhead. Since when do you start listening to Aretha Franklin?"

"I heard the song the other day when it came on the radio while I was waiting for you to finish your research." Dean answered matter-of-factly. "There are no good radio stations in this town."

"Good. I thought that's what you did to those poor tortured souls while in Hell," Sam said, flashing his million dollar grin.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get in there." Sam grinned, as he picked up his clothes and headed toward the shower. "And there'd better be hot water or I'm seriously going to kick your ass!" As soon as the water started running, Dean smiled at the noise coming from the bathroom. "AND WE CAN BUILD THIS DREAM TOGETHER! STANDING STRONG FOREVER! NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US NOW!" He finished getting dressed and sat down on the bed, prepared to grill his little brother on his song choice as soon as he got out of the shower. I mean, Starship! Seriously?

THE END

I hope you guys enjoyed it. I didn't mean for the unintended Aretha or Starship bashing. Both are very good artists whose songs I love. Please review. And don't be too harsh. This is my first Supernatural fic.