So I wanted to try writing Supernatural fanfiction, and I decided that this would make good practice. There is no excuse for its crappiness.
Be glad I don't own Supernatural.
"Heeeeaaaat of the moment!" the radio sang as Dean flipped the Impala's radio to a new station. "Telling me what your heart meant!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw Sam tense up. His brow furrowed; what could his brother have against classic rock? Okay, fine, he heard it almost twenty-four hours a day, but come on, you didn't hear "Heat of the Moment" all the time. "What's the matter, Sammy?" Dean asked with a grin on his face. "Not an Asia fan?" He turned up the music and began to mouth the words with the singer. "Heeeeaaaat of the moment, shown in your eeeyeees…"
"Dean," Sam said. "Please."
That was just weird. Even at his moodiest, Sam would make a sarcastic comment about Dean's taste in music. He didn't get this strained, distant look on his face. Dean frowned and lowered the volume a bit. "Seriously, Sam. What's wrong?"
Sam shook his head. "I just… I'm definitely not a fan of Asia."
God damn it, Dean thought. This is gonna be a chick flick moment, isn't it? "I get that we're not touchy-feely, talk-about-your-feelings people, but a band isn't a good reason to get all Puppy Dog Eyes Sad Face. No, really," he added at Sam's raised eyebrow. "That's what you look like right now, promise. So? Explain."
"It was the Mystery Spot," Sam said quietly. "Every morning, I woke up after you… And you'd be there, and this song would be playing. Every time."
Aw, shit. He'd forgotten about that. Not the Mystery Spot, Dean-dies-every-day-forever part, but the song. It just hadn't stuck. Dean put on a fake smile. "Well, hey, as long as it's not all Asia, I think we'll be okay. How about 'Only Time Will Tell'?"
That got a smirk out of him. "Dean."
"No? 'Time Again'? 'Wildest Dreams'?"
Sam chuckled and almost smiled. "Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean replied dutifully. "I'm just sayin'. You don't need to diss Asia, man."
Big brothers had their jobs.