Okay this is just a stupid little drabble that I wrote and forgot about a few weeks ago. The gist of it is that Dean and Sam are fighting about feeling responsible for the deaths of people around them. It is something upbeat and ridiculous in preparation for the emotional beat-down they will incur as a result of my nearly finished story. To be uploaded within the next week. Dean is in bold. Sam is italics, because it's easier and lazier than reading 'Sam/Dean said, "blah!"'

Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam or the Impala. The former two belong to Kripke and the last belongs to one lucky SOB.

SPOILERS through "In the Beginning"

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Dean walked into shabby motel number 20, 572 to find his little brother nursing what appeared to be his sixth beer. Everyone around me dies…

Very much not in mood for any emotional breakdowns, Dean decided on another tactic sure to prove at least somewhat entertaining. Whatever, bitch. I bet I can match you death for death and then some. Dibs on Dad.

Fueled by annoyance at his brother and the five and bit beers working their way through his system Sam threw a glare at his brother, meeting his challenge. Okay, you wanna go, Jerk? Fine! Madison.

Layla

Mom

Dad

Wait. I say we split Dad, he asked me to shoot him in that cabin.

No way, sold his soul for me.

He wouldn't have had to, if I'd checked my blind spot.

I guess I should have done a better job teaching you to drive, then.

You

Doesn't count for two reasons. One, I'm back. Two, only reason I died was cause I didn't even try to get out of the deal for like 15/16th of the year. My death is totally on my shoulders.

Alright, then my death is my fault. I turned my back on Jake and gave him the opportunity to stab me.

Technically… no. See I went back in time to try to learn what the Yellow eyed demon was planning for you only to alert him to your future potential as a "special child" (and not in the gifted or superhuman abilities sort of way) which led him to kill our grandparents, snap dad's neck and force mom to make a deal in order to bring him back. This ultimately led to you drinking his blood and winding up at the farm for freaks and dying at the hands of that army reject.

Wow… I mean… WOW…you suck. Well I still got Jessica killed.

I am responsible for the death of Disco.

Sometimes I really hate you.

Not possible. One of subclauses of the deal I made stipulated that you must love me unconditionally for the rest of your life.

You wouldn't…

I DID! Wuahahahaha Now bring me bacon and wenches. Lots and lots of bacon and wenches…