Sam walked into his hotel room to find his brother smirking while looking at something on a computer screen.
"Dean what are you doing on my laptop?" Sam asked.
"I found a pimp name generator, Reverend Doctor S. Love," Dean said bursting into laughter.
Sam leaned over his brother and typed something.
"Yeah well at least my name isn't Vicious D. Dean Slither," Sam said laughing.
"No I think yours is worse," Dean commented.
Dean typed Bobby's name in and the site came up with the name Master Fly Singer Trump.
"This is what you do when you're stuck in a hotel room all day?" Sam asked cynically.
"Well I watched some porn, but that got old," Dean argued. "And I didn't do this all day. . . I also found a prison bitch name generator . . ."
"And what was I?" Sam sighed.
"Squealing Piglet," Dean informed him.
"What was yours?" Sam asked.
"Mouth-Mangler," Dean muttered under his breath barely audible.
Sam burst into a laughing fit so intense that it caused him to break into tears.
"You know what shut up, if we ever went to prison believe me I wouldn't be anyone's bitch!" Dean argued a little too hardily.
"Oh you'll just collect all the pretty boys?" Sam asked oh-so-innocently.
"You're just jealous because you're not one of them," Dean said snootily while closing the laptop.
"Uh-huh that's it. . . I'm jealous because if we were in prison you'd rape other people and not me . . . you really thought that one through Dean," Sam said sarcastically.
"Well wouldn't you at least be a little upset if I started raping people?" Dean asked sadly.
"Not with jealousy genius, I'd be pissed you were a rapist in general if that helps at all," Sam said trying to cheer his brother up. "But its not like I want to have sex with you."
"Well then you'll have no problem, the boys would be lining up to be my bitch!" Dean said in a bragging tone.
"Dean are you gay?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm just saying if it came to it I'd be a better gay than you would," Dean argued.
"With your fashion sense? Right," Sam said sarcastically. "Plus I actually care about people's feelings."
"Yeah, but I'm actually good looking. What guy in their right mind would want to hook up with you?" Dean inquired.
"One who had the option of me and you," Sam answered.
"Not true, I've had plenty of guys hit on me," Dean said defensively.
"Yeah after they hit on me," Sam argued. "And besides are you a 'big fat piece of man candy'?"
"No, I'm a 'hot young thang' and a 'tasty jar of marmalade,'" Dean bragged.
"That last one is actually kind of disturbing," Sam responded.
"You're just jealous you weren't called one," Dean accused.
"Yeah well have you ever kissed a guy?" Sam asked.
"More than once," Dean responded.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said warily, but suddenly serious.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean answered.
"I'm gay," Sam said staring at a section of the floor which had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the room for him. . . he had to keep staring and avoid eye contact with his brother for fear of his reaction.
"Me too Sammy," Dean responded finding a section of the roof to stare at.
"Wanna go to a gay bar?" Sam asked.
"Let's go."
A/N: Please read and review! I'm debating making this into a series of drabbles so please review and tell me if that's a good idea or not. This was just a short one shot, hope you liked it!