Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. D: Shocking, I know. Everything belongs to the Kripkeeper and Friends (totally a great idea for a TV show; hint, hint), and I'm making absolutely no profit from writing this.
A/N: I, uh... don't know where the hell this came from (as with most of the fail!crack that I write). Just enjoy it for what it is. Obvious season one timeline is obvious. Damn you, internet memes!
Summary: Dean has been spending way too much time on Urban Dictionary and watching stupid flash videos, and Sam has always been a girl at heart. fail!crack. YAY!
Samantha
Dean looked down at the EMF meter in his hands as the LED lights flashed along their line spastically. "Dude, this thing is flippin' out like a ninja!"
At the eyebrow raise he received from Sam, he pulled at the collar of his leather jacket, and spoke. "What? I go online."
"...for porn."
Dean barely caught the mumbled slight. He elbowed his brother's arm and stepped out ahead of him. "At least I don't spend all my time editing Wikipedia articles and starting e-fights with basement-dwellers."
He felt the heavy smack of a hand on his back (Sam was such a girl). "You're never using my laptop again." A slight pause. "And at least I can type with more than two fingers at a time."
Looking into a dark, dirty, and seemingly empty room, Dean replied, "When you were three, I called you Samantha so much you started answering to it."
"Liar." His voice was unsteady, unsure. Dean grinned, 'cause the punchline was still coming.
"Dad had to convince you that your name was really Samuel using candy as positive reinforcement."
"Bullshit." Sammy sounded way too confident for his own good. Dean turned, ever-present shit-eating grin firmly intact.
"Fine. You ask him when we find him."
Another sudden spike of the EMF broke their stare. Dean pulled a sawed-off from his bag and tossed it to Sam before retrieving his own. "Let's get to work, Samantha."