"Hey," Sam called from behind his laptop, "check this out." Dean went around the small motel table to see the screen. "So I was researching the latest Supernatural books, and I found a website you might want to see." He pulled up the tab, logged in on Tumblr. "Becky was talking about it about a month ago."
"Tumblr dot com?" Dean questioned. "What the hell is that?" Sam didn't answer. Taking over the laptop, Dean browsed through the dash to see what the big deal was. "Dude, it's just a bunch of cat pictures and porn. Big deal."
"Search our names," Sam told him. The older Winchester sighed and typed 'Dean Winchester' into the search bar. After a few pictures and GIFS, he raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell is Jensen Ackles?" Dean stopped at one, showing off his eyes. "Hey, not bad."
A few minutes later, Dean had the misfortune of clicking the 'Destiel' tag. The screen loaded, showing picture after picture of the hunter and the angel in compromising positions. "Is that… Cas?" Sam asked, thoroughly horrified.
Dean's eyes widened as well. "Yeah. I-I think it is."
One fic post graphically depicted a very intimate moment between Castiel and Dean, and a pie. "What is this, Fifty Shades of Gay?" Dean asked. Sam looked like he was about to lose his lunch.
"Alright, I think I'm done," he dismissed, quickly standing up. He quietly wondered how many shots of tequila it would take to make him forget he'd saw that. Pie was definitely out of the question forever now.
"Wait, we haven't checked out your name yet," Dean said curiously. Sam gulped and prepared himself for the worst. There were mostly pictures and GIFs, a few fics, and some cartoons. "Dude, they worship your hair."
"You're one to talk, Disney Princess," Sam retorted.
Dean hovered the cursor over a tag entitled 'Sabriel', a huge, mischevious grin directed at his little brother.
"Oh God, please don't," Sam pleaded, but it was too late. He was bombarded with mostly inappropriate fics and fanart. Dean had managed to sneak out before he saw too much, leaving his brother alone with mental images that he would never be able to rid himself of. This was it. Dean had finally gone too far in his crazy pranks. "Dean, I'm gonna kill you!" he yelled, but the hunter was halfway across the room.
"This is for the beer bottles, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed. It was years ago, but it took a week to get that superglue off his hands, and they kept sticking to everything he touched. Now they were even.
After that, the Winchesters agreed to never, ever speak of this incident again.
By ~ samsradplaid at Tumblr