Challenge Word: HOLD
Word Count: Triple Drabble - 300 words on the nose. Forgive me, I just couldn't tell this tale in 100 words.
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
SIBLING RIVALRY
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Sam juggled his assortment of purchases, struggling to hold on to the bags of chips, pretzels, cheese doodles, pop, and beer while crossing the Gas & Go parking lot. He shouldn't have bought so much, but he knew his brother was hungry. Honestly, so was he. And at this time of the night he couldn't afford to be picky. Opening his car door, he slid into the seat.
"…And I had a hold of a centerfold and a Tony Montana cigar
I had the top down, a rock and roll sound, palms blowing in the breeze…"
Hearing the song belting out of the radio, Sam turned to Dean in shock. It wasn't remotely Dean's taste in music. "Dude, what ARE you listening to?" He watched a pale finger quickly fly out, stabbing at the button, silencing the music. A sheepish look crawled over his older brother's face. Dean shrugged, glancing Sam's way.
"His name is…uhh…Christian Kane. I-I heard a couple of his songs once before, and I dunno, I kinda liked 'em."
"Country? I can't believe it."
"Urban country, Sammy. Urban country."
"Whatever that is, dude." Sam grinned. "Though why am I surprised given that I know you've listened to Air Supply."
"Shut up. Besides he's way better than that guy you were listening to that one time, remember? What was his name?"
"What? Who?"
"You know—that guy on that IPod thingy you defiled my baby with."
Sam's brow wrinkled a little as he thought. After a second his face cleared, "Oh, yeah—Jason Manns. And I wouldn't say this guy's better."
"Oh? Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove it. You get his CD, I'll get this guy's CD and we'll have a…a play off."
Sam shook his head. "You're nuts!"
Dean winked. "No, I just have better taste in music."
FIN
