This is my first Supernatural fic. Reviews are appreciated.
This was written for my best friend's birthday, which was yesterday. Happy Birthday, Kristina!
The Impala sped along the high way, vicious Metallica music blaring off into the night. Dean had it up louder than usual. Sam was quickly getting a headache. He rubbed his temple in an annoyed fashion, glaring at Dean.
"Dude, you think you could turn that down?" Sam asked, fingers in his ears.
"Yeah, good luck with that," Dean replied. He spun the dial on the dashboard and the volume increased, and he started singing along, off key. "It was the heat of the moment. Telling me..."
"Dean, knock it off."
"-heart meant. Heat of the moment, shown in your eyes-"
"Dean, you're making me want to kill myself."
"Now you spot yourself in 82-"
"Dean," Sam growled. "Turn it down." He reached for the dial, but Dean whacked his hand away.
"Embrace the music, Sammy!" He half shouted over the music. "hotspots hold no charm for you-"
Sam glared out the window, fingers in his ears. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him. He glanced back and forth from the dial to his brother, bouncing in his seat, singing along very poorly.
"You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings-"
Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Sam grabbed the dial and twisted it all the way around. Dean cried out in surprise as the music's volume sprang up to a 'make-your-eardrums-bleed' height. The Impala swerved slightly on the empty road as he slapped the radio's power button as hard as he could.
"Dude!" he shouted. "What the hell?!"
Sam, who rubbed his own temples from the moment when the music was as high as it could go, grinned at him.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted it loud."
Dean glared at him.
"Bitch," he murmured.
"Jerk," Sam replied.
The rest of the car journey went on without music.
So, what do you think?