Disclaimer: Alas! The boys are not mine. They are only ever mine in my dreams. Which are quite frequent and give me ideas for more stories.

48 Minutes

"Sam…don't."

"I have to."

"No you don't."

"It's the only way."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is. I asked for it, now I have to finish it."

"I could help."

"Then it wouldn't count."

"No one would know."

"Yes they would, we're being watched."

"Just let me help."

"No! If I don't do this you'll pay the price."

"I don't care."

"Yes you do. Now shut up so I can finish."

30 minutes later. The boys are sitting in the Impala.

"It took you long enough Sam."

"Shut up Dean. This was your fault anyway."

"Well, you didn't have to accept it; you could have sent it back."

"Even if I had sent it back, you would have had to pay the price."

"Well, since you finished on time you don't have to worry about it."

"That's beside the point. You shouldn't have assumed that I would have been able to finish."

"Well, you did, and now it's over. So quit griping about it."

"I never want to come here again."

"Okay."

"Or any place like this."

"It wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was. And it was foul. I'm never letting you do that to me again."

"Oh come on Sam. At least it was free."

"Never again."

"Alright, alright. Geez you are such a killjoy."

"And you're a pain in the ass."

"I didn't think you could do it."

"Well, I guess that disproves your golden rule"

"Which one?"

"The one where 'the big brother is always right'"

"Nope, I'm still always right."

"Dean let's just get out of here. My stomach aches."

Dean smirked as he started the car. As they pulled away he looked at the sign they had passed when they first pulled in.

Uncle Burke's Steakhouse

Dinner is free if you can eat our 48 ounce Porterhouse in 48 minutes or less.

Sam had finished the enormous steak in 40 minutes which had kept Dean from having to pay for the almost $100 meal. Sam had gone to the bathroom and asked Dean to order him a steak. He just didn't say what size. Dean had found it the perfect opportunity to jerk Sam's chain.

"Hey Sam?"

"What?"

"Got room for dessert?" Dean asked holding back a snicker.

"Ugh…no."

"I'll order you something special"

"I'm never letting you order for me again. Jerk"

"Sure you will…Bitch"

The Impala continued down the highway, Metallica blaring through the speakers. Dean smiling, and thinking about all of the jokes he could rib Sam with, and Sam contemplating his revenge. This was definitely something to pay Dean back for.

Finis!

So, what did you think? This is my first humor based Supernatural fic. Do you think I should write one about Sam's revenge? If so what do you think he should do to Dean?