This was written by a friend of mine. I wanted him to put it on his profile, but he emailed it to me instead. So, I decided I'd put it up since it's too funny to let collect 'cyber dust' in a folder on my computer.
So, thanks for reading, these characters (and the one shot) are not mine.
The car was silent; neither man had said anything for the past hour. The radio was playing a god-awful noise that some suited executive had dared call music. For the fifth time in as many minutes Dean fiddled with the dial getting nothing but static and the same crappy song. After another few miles of driving and a few more twists of the dial Sam spoke up.
"I don't think…"
Dean just glared at him.
He finally turned the radio off. Sam, thinking that now was as good of time as any, tried speaking again.
"Dean I'm…"
"I don't want to hear it Sam."
"But…"
"Dammit Sam, this road has nothing but dirt and tumbleweed on it. I can't see any civilization of any kind. My ass hurts from sitting so long, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I haven't had any substantial listening material for the past two hours. And d'you know why that is Sammy?"
Sam stayed quiet.
"Because some numb nuts left my box of tapes outside in the rain last night. And now there isn't a decent song on the radio because we're in the backass end of freaking nowhere."
"I apologized Dean, what else do you want me to do?"
Dean pondered for a while. "Sing."
"What?"
"Sing me a song."