Without Thinking

Note: A short lil ficlet to dig me out of the writer's block I got going. :whispers: its all the ex's fault damn it. No slash just randomness.

"Boy George?" Dean snorted, "Dude, could you be more gay?"

Sam frowned, "Jess turned me onto them."

"Him." Dean corrected, and then froze as if he suddenly realized what he said.

"Excuse me?" Sam looked at him, mouth half open in shock. Dean? Boy George? And how could god be so cruel that he didn't have the opportunity to record this admission for posterity.

"Nothing." Dean attempted to shake it off.

Sam smirked, "Dean Winchester listens to Boy George." He struggled to hold back a laugh, "Man, you are such a hypocrite. And you listen to them!"

Dean squirmed uncomfortable. "Shut up." He mumbled, damn his mouth…why'd he talk without thinking?

Sam fumbled with his phone putting it in record mode. "Could you record this for future reference? Really? I'd love to have an auditory aid for later teasing, dude."

Dean gave him the glare of death and considered ripping the phone out of Sam's hand and throwing it out the window.

Sam gave up and burst into hysterical laughter…Dean listening to Boy George…it was just too good of an image to pass up.

"Dude, drop it or I swear…I will make you walk to the hunt." Dean threatened.

"Right, um…just one question," Sam struggled to maintain his composure. "Do you know all the words to their song um…karma chameleon? Or do you like Do you Really Want to hurt me?"

"Actually," Dean said, pausing to look at Sam. "I'd really like to hurt you."

Sam couldn't stifle the giggle. "Boy George."

"I really want to hurt you. I got an itch…I swear."

"Boy George, Dean?"

Dean raised his hand up and smacked his brother across the back of the head.

"OW!" Sam objected, "That hurt, Dean."

Dean shrugged, "Scratch the itch, and all. Don't be a smartass."

"Revenge's a bitch, Dean." Sam warned him he swore the next girl he saw…

"Well, then, game on then…bitch." Dean grinned, like Sam could or ever had beaten him at the game?

Sam made a note to keep his shampoo under lock and key. "Game on, jerk."