Disclaimer: Once again, don't own anything.

Author's Note: Ok, this was something I wrote some time ago... probably after watching ITGPSW on a sugar high. As such, please don't take this seriously. Also, for those who might be wondering about Thankless... I'm gathering my muse and getting ready to (hopefully) start back up on it again.

Dean walked in the door with a six-pack in one hand and a Burger King bag in the other. As soon as he saw his brother sitting on the bed watching tv, he stopped and his muscles went slack. "Dude, I can't believe this."

Sam jumped, a sure sign of guilt, and waved the remote at his brother in a pacifying gesture. "Dean, this isn't what-"

"You really are a girl. It's not what it looks like, Sammy? Dude, you're watching a chick show. Heck, not even that, you're watching a desperate chick show! I mean, a Soap Opera... a friggin' Soap Opera?!"

"Will you give me a second so I can explain?"

"Sure, why not? Not sure how much good it'll do you..."

"I was flipping through the channels-"

"Really? You sure you don't have it circled and highlighted in the TV Guide?"

"Dude... shut up. I just came across it and I noticed that... well... it sounds a lot like our lives."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "I can soooo totally see that. I mean, Aunt Linda's totally after Dad, and Dad's not our real dad, and I stole your girlfriend in Indiana... well, maybe that last one-"

"Dean."

"Hey, she was way too old for you, Sammy boy!"

Sam just shook his head, a rather nasty glower on his face. "Whatever, but seriously... there's actually a lot we have in common here. Listen to this:"

Dean sighed and, tossing his beer and burgers on the rickety table, flopped down on his bed.

"Ok, so David and Luke are two guys. Their dad went on a revenge kick after their mom got killed and ruined their childhoods before getting himself killed by the same dude that killed their mom. One of them gets involved in drug dealing and cheating on taxes, and when the cops come knocking, the other one takes the blame and winds up in prison for a long time. Somewhere in all of this the druggy ends up being friendly with the drug lord's daughter. Meanwhile, the prison brother gets out with a little help with some lawyer-tax-accountant-undercover-cop-guy's help. They find out that the drug lord killed their mom after a deal went sour. Now the one's totally PTSD and the other one's becoming the Anti-Christ."

"Dude, Anti-Christ? Isn't that a little out there? I mean, I know it's a Soap and all, but we go from cops and robbers to doom's day?"

"Dean.... our life."

"Ah....yeah, I guess you have a point... but you're not the Anti-Christ. Woah, woah... who's the PTSD guy?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "The one swimming in Jack Daniels and waking himself up screaming every night, who won't swallow his pride and talk to his brother even though he's dying inside."

"Funny, Sam. You learn this stuff on Dr. Phill or something?"

"You know who Dr. Phill is?"

"Shut up."

"Still, everything I said about the Soap's true, except for the Anti-Christ thing... but that dude is getting scary."

"Sammy, seriously. If you ever compare our lives to a Soap Opera again, I'm gonna kill you."