A/N: This is a little fic I wrote 4 Bruce-Willis-Love-Slave

Sam tries to get Dean to listen to a new band.

Lesson in music

Dean fucks to Fear Factory, drives to AC/DC, sleeps to Metallica, researches to Bad Company and dances to Def Leppard. Getting Dean to listen to a new band is like trying to take a cub away from a lioness or feeding chocolate to a pigeon, cruel and hopeless. Dean had no choice at the moment. Curled against the passenger side door, cradling his left arm. It was covered in a thick sheet of white fiber glass. He wasn't getting behind the wheel any time soon, three weeks if life was good to him. Since Sam was at last in the driver seat for an extended amount of time, he decided now was a good as time as any to try and update Dean's musical taste buds. 1 hour into their journey out of Maryland, Sam pulled to a stop in front of a run down record store. He shuts off the engine and turns to face a frowning, sleepy Dean.

"Dude what the fuck are you doing?"

"Relax Dean. Go back to sleep. I'm just going to buy a tape."

"Sammy my car is allergic to your emo music. Your crap will give her a migraine."

Sam rolls his eyes and pockets the keys. He wouldn't put it past Dean to try and drive away even with a broken wrist.

"Relax Dean." Sam reaches out and runs a hand through Dean's hair. Dean jerks his head away and tries to sneer at Sam who slips out the car laughing, leaving Dean curled in his seat pouting like a wounded dog.

The store is old, possibly older than Sam but even they had sometime over the last decade updated to CDs. The walls on the right were lined with CDs, the wall on the left with records and in the middle of the room a cart full of cassette tapes labeled bargain bin. Sam squares his shoulder and set into the bin. It doesn't take long to find the tape he was looking for. He picks up three copies. Dean gets angry when something new is introduced to his environment; He tends to take his anger out on the intruder. He picked up a copy of Led Zeppelin greatest hits and adds it to his pile. Dean had lost his copy of the tape somewhere in Seattle. He carries the tapes up to the register. A tall thin man with a beard that would've made ZZ tops proud sits behind the desk. He looks down at Sam eyes narrowing at his selection. Sucking on his plastic teeth he rings Sam up. There is a bit of drool clinging to the dark brown beard.

Dean is still curled up in his seat when Sam gets back to the car. He barely growls when Sam slams the door.

"You hunger Dean? We could stop for breakfast."

"Later, I want to get out of this fucking state."

With a smile Sam takes off for the interstate. He is willing to play the nice little brother for the first few miles. He digs around in the bag till he finds the Zeppelin tape. He slips it in hitting play, swings the car into motions. He gets a full on eyes twinkling Dean smile for his effort. It's been a long time since he's been on the receiving end of that particular smile.

They stop for lunch in a small diner. Dean is awake and bitching. He swallows his burger in two bits, eating his fries and more than half of Sam's. He orders two slices of pies and eats them both. Flirt with the waitress, a pretty girl barely out of high school who cut their check in half. With a wink in her direction Dean heads out to the car, leaving Sam to pay the bill.

Sam finds Dean standing in front the driver side door, his hand resting lovingly on the hood of the car, a sad stifled look on his face. Sam ushers him to the passenger side, he shoves Sam fingers of his shoulder and climbs into the seat slamming the door. Smirking Sam slides in behind the wheel and takes off at a crawl.
He waits 20 minutes before he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and slips out a tape. He flips off AC/DC and slides the new tape in. Dean shoots him a filthy look.

"What the fuck are you doing Sammy?"

"Sam, Dean my name is Sam and I think it's time you listen to something a bit more...recent."

"There nothing wrong with my music Sam."

"What was it you said in all you older brother wisdom …oh yes driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cake hole."

Dean wrinkles up his face half pout, half glare. "You're the biggest asshole bitch in the world Sammy", he stretches the name out turning it into a sneer. "Only you would do this to a wounded man."

Sam ignores him and hits play. The sounds of funky guitar riffs waft through the car followed by the sound of Adam Levine voice. "What the fuck is this shit Sammy."

"Maroon 5. They are a good band give them a chance."

"Not like I have much of a fucking choice."

He kicks the dashboard with his booted foot. Sam ignores him. Dean would regret that kick later when he noticed the dusty footprint his boot left behind. Dean mumbles curses under his breath for a while before quieting down and turning his attention to the passing trees outside his window.

Sam pulls over to fill up the tank and take a piss. He stops off in the little store by the gas station. The floor is dusty but the shelves are clean. He considers buying chips but decides on candy. M&M's for Dean and a Butterfinger for himself. The man behind the register doesn't notice him. His eyes are focused outside the dusty window on the Impala; a look of duty and longing written all over his strained features. Smirking Sam leaves the correct amount of change and heads back to the car. He slides in behind the wheel, ignoring the scowl on Dean's face and tosses the M&M's into his lap. Munching on the Butterfinger he starts up the car. He reaches over to hit play and notices the empty tape deck. He gives Dean a sunny smile and lets him turn on the radio. Three miles later he slides in the second copy. Dean growls under his breath and bangs his head against the passenger side window, not too hard; he would never do anything to hurt his baby.

Maryland gave way to West Virginia. Sam gave Maroon 5 a brake before dinner. They eat McDonald spread out in the back seat of the car, Dean resting easy between Sammy's out stretched legs, Hendrix on the radio. They sleep in the car, Dean stretched out on his good side cushioned between the seat and Sam.