Title: Idjits and Hoes

Rating: T

Word Count: 350

Summary: Dean is a little confused. Crack!fic, mild Dean/Impala

Dean rushes into the room where Sam is sitting, "Sam!" Dean blurts out in his husky, manly voice, "I have a revelation... Jo is a ho!" *dun dun dun*

"What makes you say that, Dean?" Sam asks in his squeaky, boyish voice.

"You wouldn't believe what I just saw." Dean growled.

"No. Tell me what you saw, Dean." Sam said gayly.

"You wouldn't believe it."

"I'm pretty sure I would."

"I definitely know you couldn't handle it!"

"I'm pretty sure I could!"

"No. You're too young."

"Say's who?" Sam whimpers petulantly.

"Bitch. I'm gonna go back and see some more!" Dean storms out slamming the door behind him.

"Hmm." Sam wonders, "What is Dean so worked up about?"

Just then Sam hears Bobby tumble down the stairs, "IDJITS! What's all the ruckus?" Bobby complains.

"Bobby, we have a problem!"

"What, did you slobber all over your punk ass again?"

"No! Dean says Jo is a ho!"

"She probably is, Sam... judging from the stripper music coming from the garage, I'd say they're having a stripper party."

"What?" Sam asks outraged, "Why wasn't I invited?" In his whiny voice.

"Maybe 'cuz yer too young, idjit!"

"Dude. I'm twenty-eight, you old fart!"

"Don't talk to me like that, you disrespectful...young... adult... who's obnoxious... and a smartass... I'm goin' back upstairs, idjit!" Bobby growled, turning around and stumbling back up the stairs.

"Alright then! I'm going outside to find Dean... and maybe Jo, who I thought was dead... but maybe she's not... maybe she's actually alive... maybe that's why Dean thinks she's a ho... or maybe it was Dean's fantasy/porn world... are you even listening Bobby? ...Bobby? Bobby! ... Screw you!" Sam stamps his foot and rushes outside to the garage.

"Dean?"

"Uh.. yeah?"

"Why are you humping the Impala...?"

"What?" Dean smirks, "It's Jo... are you freakin' blind?"

"Dean. It's the Impala."

"Oh..." Dean looks embarrassed, "I guess I was confusing reality with porn again." He grins sheepishly, dusting himself off.

Sam gives Dean an awkward pat on the back and they both walk back to the house... AWKWARD!

The End