Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Dean, Sam, Jared or Jensen. But I do own the plots (if that's what you could call them) of the following short stories, and any characters that do not belong to the show.
Authors Notes: This is the first chapter of a series of 'Moments of a Winchester' stories.
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"Mary, Mary, Quite contrary, how does your garden grow," Dean hummed, tapping the steering wheel of the 1967 Chevy Impala.
"With silver bells and cockel shells and pretty maids all in a row!" he smiled.
Sam looked over at his brother. He noticed Dean was humming something, but he couldn't quite place the tune.
"Dude, what are you singing?"
Deans' humming stopped abrubtly. "Uh- nothing." his face turned a slight crimson red as he tried to disguise his humming.
"Sure Dean!" Sam shook his head. When Dean didn't reply, Sam glanced over at him again. "C'mon, you were so!"
Dean turned his head to face Sam. "Was not !" He fiddled with the Impala's gear stick before turning back to face the seemingly never-ending stretch of road before them.
"Were so!" Sam chuckled.
"Was not, giggle boy!" Dean shot.
"Were So!"
"Was not!"
"Were so!"
"Was not!"
"Were so!"
"Okay, okay I was." Dean huffed, his face flushing a deep crimson again.
"So, what were you singing?" Sam smiled at his brothers obvious embarassment.
"Uh, You know that nursery rhyme Mary Mary quite contrary?" Dean asked, staring through the windscreen so that he wouldn't have to meet his brothers' eyes.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"I was singing that." Dean mumbled.
Sam lent back in his seat and let out a loud, deep laugh.
"Happy now?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"Oh, very" he grinned.