Author's Note: A really sad attempt at humour, but hell, fanfic's been so damn depressing of late.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Apple and the Seed
It was the first occurrence six months after Sam left that had nothing to do with Sam. John suspected it had something to do with four days stranded in a motel room recovering from an infected Black Dog bite, but he couldn't say for certain. He knew Dean wasn't exactly the bedridden type and got restless easily, but even for him, this was really weird.
Dean, on the other hand, seemed ridiculously pleased with his work as he pulled it out and waved it around in the air. The little red lights on the top of it lit up and a high pitched whine filled the air.
"See? Isn't this great?"
"Dean…"
"I bet if I work at it I could make it play a Metallica song-"
"Dean…"
"Or better yet, AC/DC. Can you imagine that Dad? AC-"
"Dean!" His eldest son looked up, eyes wide. "Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself? We're not even sure this thing works."
"Of course it works." Dean gestured at the red lights.
"It's a walkman."
"It was a walkman. Now it's an EMF meter."
John raised an eyebrow. "It's a walkman."
Dean frowned at him, "You're just jealous because you didn't think of it."
"Yes. That's it exactly, Dean." He offered his son a strange look as he passed him on his way to the trunk of the Impala. "I'm not buying you another walkman, you know. You're just going to have to put up with my music without complaining."
"How about if this thing really works, you give me the Impala."
John snorted laughter then tried to smother it as he realized how cruel it sounded. Either way, it was a bet worth making. It might keep Dean quiet for a couple of states. "Deal, and remember, no complaints. Even if it is country music."
In the end, it was the I-told-you-so's that did it. John took his money and bought himself a truck just to get away from Dean's smugness. A freaking EMF meter made from a walkman. Who would've thought?