"How can you listen to this shit?"

Dean, Sam and Cas were driving along the highway in the famous Chevy Impala, heading for Pennsylvania. Dean was driving, and despite his insistence that the "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole", dubstep was now blaring through his speakers. And Cas was bopping his head along to his choice of 'music'. Dean couldn't even consider it being music.

"At least it isn't 'greatest hits of mullet rock'," Sam shouted from the back seat.
"Shut your face, Sammy." Dean scowled, not understanding how this had happened. He had tried to get Cas into classic rock; AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica - the whole works. Or the "greatest hits of mullet rock" as Sam called it. He had practically surrounded Cas with classic rock.

So how in the hell did Cas discover dubstep?

Unless...Sammy. And that damned computer. He was going to kill that kid...and then bring him back and kill him again.

Cas reached over and cranked up the volume until Dean feared his speakers would burst from the torture. That's if he doesn't burst from the torture first. He had frankly had enough of this madness.

"Alright, that's enough!" Dean yelled, his voice a mere whisper compared to the insane volume of noise coming from his stereo. He wrenched the steering wheel to the right, pulling in sharply in front of a diner. His ears were still ringing even after he had killed the engine and rushed into the diner.

He gave a brief sigh of relief as he heard a rock ballad playing from a radio. A few moments later, Cas and Sam walked through the door. Cas slid in next to Dean, his beige coat brushing the faded vinyl seat between them. Sam sat opposite Dean, examining the menu. Dean glared at the top of his head. When that failed, he attempted to glare at Cas. Eventually he gave up, focusing instead on food.

"What can I get you boys?" a waitress asked as she sidled up to them. Dean - being Dean - checked her out. He gave her a smirk that suggested something inappropriate for children to read.

Sam gave him a rather harsh kick under the table when she was gone. Dean stifled a cry of pain and gave him the 'what the heck are you doing?' look. Subtlely, Sam tilted his head towards Cas, indicating something completely unknown to Dean. What the heck was the kid trying to tell him?

Sam sighed, obviously frustrated at his oblivion. He turned to Cas, giving him a smile. "Cas, could you go get us some paper towels? And maybe some water and cups?"

The second Cas was gone, Sam lunged forward. "Dude, you should stop flirting with people now that you're with Cas."

Dean held his hands up in a 'chill out, bro' or possibly even a 'I surrender' pose. "Whoa, I think this is bordering on a chick flick moment. You know how I feel about those...bitch. Besides, I'm not with Cas. Technically."

"Jerk. Look, I'm just saying. You and Cas have this thing between you, and you shouldn't go off with some girl."

Dean opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Cas plopped down next to him. He set down a stack of transparent plastic cups and a jug of water before reaching into one of his coat pockets and brandishing a stack of paper towels. He looked between the brothers, somehow picking up on the tension of the unfinished conversation between them.

"Did I interrupt something?" Cas questioned innocently.

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