Sam murmured to Dean, "Agents Ford and Hamill? Really?"
Dean shrugged. "First names that came to mind."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"You're just mad I got to be Han Solo."
"I am not!" Sam protested. "Luke Skywalker is the hero, man. You know, the chosen one, the one the whole series is centered around."
"Well, Han Solo gets to bang Carrie Fisher, so." Dean opened the door of the Impala. "He also had a bitchin' ride. Come on, Chosen One, we've got to get over to the library to figure out what we're dealing with."
"Aw, now I want to have a marathon," Sam groaned. Dean grinned. "Dude, the minute we kill this thing, you're on."
Inspired by Eric Krimpe describing the boys as Han Solo and Luke. I see it. Also, this is my first SPN fanfiction (though I've got another coming soon) and I'd love a review.
