Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the CWs Supernatural
Small idea that just popped into my head, thanks to yasmine for encouraging me to follow those little ideas
Dean stared down the long, straight road. It looked exactly the same as every other road they drove down on any other day. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and glanced over at Sam, who was busy checking emails again.
"Hey, Sam?"
Sam barely looked up from his phone. "What?"
"If we had a dog, what do you think it'd be called?"
That caught his attention, he looked over at Dean. "Is there a purpose to this question?"
Dean huffed. "Why do you have to answer a question with a question? Dude, it's a simple question."
Sam held up his hands. "I don't know…I guess you'd have to know what it would be first."
"Like a boy or girl?" Sam nodded with a smartass smile on his face. "Okay, well I'd never be able to put up with a chick's temperament so let's say it's a dude."
"Fine." Sam shrugged. "I dunno know, Fido."
"Dude, I thought you went to college."
"Yeah, so…"
"You tellin' me that you can't come up with something better than Fido? Come on, man."
"If it was as anything like you I'd have to call it DJ."
Dean nodded his head. "Don Juan, good call…"
"Dean Junior."
Dean ran his tongue across his teeth, and sat farther back in his seat. They fell into silence again.
Sam finished his emails and turned back to his brother. "So we got a possible hunt down in New Mexico."
Dean ignored him.
"Five disappearances in the past two months. All involving abandoned cars on the side of the road."
Dean didn't respond.
"Dean wears women's underwear…"
Still nothing.
Sam smiled. "Drake."
"Why?" Dean shot back. "Cause it sounds like rake and that suits my lifestyle…"
"Short for Dracula" Sam cut in. "Cause it suits our lifestyle."
Dean was quiet for a few seconds, and then he looked over at Sam and smiled. "So, New Mexico, huh, Sammy?"
Sam laughed. "Jerk."
"Bitch."