"Um, Sam, what's this?"
"What's what?"
"On your computer."
"Dean, what are you doing? You didn't sign me on to another porn site did you?"
"Dude, would I do that?"
"Want me to pull out the bill, again?"
"Okay, maybe I would, but that's not what I'm referring to. I meant this."
"What? I can't see, move your head. What, that? Dean, that's called Weatherbug."
"You have an insect that tells you the weather? Sam, it's a freaking lady bug. Could you be more gay?"
"Just get away from my laptop will ya, please?"
"Now wait a sec, let me look at this here. Okay um let me check the weather in, um, Dallas."
"Why the heck would you care what the weather is like in Dallas?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe I want to know if it's good football betting weather."
"…"
"Stop that will ya. Okay 60 degrees, that works. I guess I can put a buck down on the game."
"Dean…"
"What? Is there something wrong with a little friendly betting?"
"Just, argh, never mind."
"That's what I thought. Okay how about the weather in…what the heck? Okay we got a warning for us here. What does 'special' weather mean?"
"That's another word for 'severe' Dean."
"Are you sure? Because it sounds like actual cats and dogs will come from the sky."
"No, it does mean severe."
"It sounds like the writer has seen one Church Lady sketch too many."
"What?"
"Church Lady? Isn't that special? I know it was the early '90s, but seriously, Sammy, did you have any fun in college? Did all you do was study?"
"Hey, not everyone knows that kind of stuff, you know."
"Yes, some of us only know girly things, like Fairy Tales."
"I'm going outside."
"Be careful. We're expecting some 'special' weather."
"Bite me."
A/N: Okay this story came to me after talking to my friend Kathy (historylover). She was getting a weather warning through her Weatherbug, and as Dean says, it was listed as 'special' weather. So this stemmed from that. I would also like to thank Kathy for helping with this. She made it a tad funnier than I had it. She just has a way about her, hehe.