Sam woke to the smell of musky bed covers and coffee. The t.v. was on the local news so Dean must not be in too much of a hurry he thought. He heard the toilet flush and water run as he threw his legs over the bedside. A muffled "Good mornin' Sunshine" came from Dean as he tossed something on the bed behind Sam.
" I grabbed your phone earlier. Mine won't hold a charge, I totally f'd it up the other night."
" Alright. Maybe we should just get another one today. Things might get hectic later on, ya know."
Dean sat across from Sam and handed over one of the steaming coffee cups.
" Not a bad idea." As he opened a brown bag almost transperent from grease Dean got his patented mischevious smirk.
"Sam, Man you should have seen this chick's rack. Gotta be triple D's. It should be against the law or something."
" Triple D's, huh? Did you catch her name by chance?" "Jenny, I'm pretty sure."
Sam chuckled.
Later that day...
Sam sat in the Impala waiting on Dean to finish chatting up a neighborhood watchdog they made friends with. They were searching for more info on a seemingly possessed man who had lived nearby and who had recently went AWOL. Sam opened up his picture files on the phone to search for a photo of the guy's house. Something had seemed off about the place, almost like it was sinking into the ground. They had seen much stranger things though.
Instead of finding the house Sam opened the album to find a barely hanging on name tag that read "Gina" pinned to a scoopneck down to there, top busting with what Sam agreed had to be DD's if not DDD's. "Dean!" But Dean was still talking, although Sam caught his ears perk up - oh, Dean heard him, he knew that.
"Dammit. Dean, you are such a pervert." Sam muttered as he caught Gina's backside in the next shot. "How the hell? Why the hell?"
"Oh, god! Oh, Jesus Christ !.. " Sam punched the phone off. That was NOT a Gina, a Sarah, or a Whitney. Dean turned around finally and headed back to the car. As he got closer it was obvious that he caught Sam's death glare. Sam could tell that his brother didn't want to give anything away yet. Sam waited until Dean slammed his driver door shut.
"I hope you know that might have caused some serious eye damage. And don't ever touch my phone again."
All Dean could do was laugh.