A/N: Listened to "Bohemian Rhapsody". 'Nuff said.

More formalities down there.

Love,

~Hunter

Author: Her Majesty's Hunter (EC)

Word Count: 338

Rating: K+ (one curse word 'cause I'm so hardcore)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Please don't sue me Kripke I love you but not in a weird way alright I'll leave before I dig a bigger hole...

Please review if you enjoyed, they mean the world to me! Sorry for the fic-spam, but I haven't uploaded lately so I'm making up for the loss :3

~Hunter

"I see a little silhouetto of a man, scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me!"

There was a groan from the backseat.

"I'm going to have an anyerseum."

Shotgun answered with a good natured laugh, "What, Sammy, can't handle a little Queen?"

The aforementioned scoffed bitterly, "A little? You've been playing the same song since Nebraska." Nebraska was nearly 3 hours past.

"I have to agree with your brother, Sam," The boys' father answered, "It's Queen."

"Queen is only good for so long." The youngest passenger mumbled.

"Bullshit, Sammy," Dean retorted, "Queen is always good."

"Language," John reprimanded.

"Dad, I'm 19."

"Your brother's 15."

Sam snorted, "15 year olds can swear."

"My 15 year old won't if he knows what's good for him."

"Dean cussed like a sailor when he was eight."

"Don't distract the driver, Sam," John replied slyly, dodging the statement.

There would have been a brief silence if it weren't for "Bohemian Rhapsody" blaring out of the Impala's speakers.

"You're going to blow the car's speakers out."

"Baby doesn't mind, do you?" Dean stroked the dashboard lovingly in response.

Sam groaned and buried his face in his hands, bangs drooping over his eyes.

"You're disgusting."

"You're just jealous you don't have a girlfriend."

"The car isn't your girlfriend, Dean."

The older brother mocked a frown and looked at Sam with vibrant green eyes, glimmering with laughter.

"How would you know? You've never dated."

Sam blushed, "Sophie, 8th Grade. Vermont."

"Sophie dumped you for that jock, what was his name, Jackson?"

"Shut up."

There were a few minutes of mostly-dead air.

"Remember Maria Nicholson?" Dean asked, smiling maliciously.

Sam didn't responded, the moody teen only scrunched up his nose and glared.

"Dude she totally played you. You can home cryin' your eyes out-"

"Dean."

"You got all sappy, sayin' you'd never get over her-"

"Dean! Enough!" John finally intervened, "Or I'll let Sam talk about Hazel Lasky."

Sam broke into fits of laughter, arms wrapped around his stomach as his chest heaved, his head resting against the cool glass of the Impala's left rear window.

"You know," Sam said in between fits of laughter, "Maybe Queen isn't that bad.

~FIN~

Kept it short, sweet, weird, and to the point.

Until next time,

~Hunter