Enkidu07's Drabble Challenge - Happy Birthday, Yohko Bennington.

Prompt Word: "brand".

Word Count: I cheated on this one; it's a quadruple drabble. I started out to write the required 100 words but went far over the limit and still wasn't done saying what I wanted to say so I just kept going.

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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.

Beer and Pretend Cheer

By: Vanessa Sgroi

At the sound of the key in the lock, Dean looked eagerly at the door. He shifted on the bed, bit his lip at the resultant spike of pain, but smiled when Sam sailed into the room.

"It's about time, Sammy boy! I'm starving…and dying of thirst! Bring it here!"

"Dude, hang on a second." Sam slipped out of his snow-covered jacket before taking the food and beer to his brother. "Pizza and beer. We're set for the night." Sam looked at Dean's leg, encased in a knee brace. "How's the knee?"

"Hurts like a sonuvabitch."

"Want a pill?"

"No! I want a beer. Give it here."

Sam handed over the six-pack. "Two and only two," he commanded, reiterating their earlier agreement.

Dean's lips curled into a pout. "I said I'd only have two, didn't I?"

"Yeah, well, with the pain pills you shouldn't even have that. I only agreed because it's New Year's Eve."

"Okay, Mr. Benevolent," groused Dean. He pulled out a bottle, stared askance at its label. "Basement Batch? What the hell brand of beer is that?"

"It's a microbrew."

"A microbrew? Geez, I send you out for food and beer and you come back with this? What's wrong with good, old-fashioned PBR?"

"Just try it, you'll like it."

Dean twisted off the top and took a tentative sip. After a second of deep concentration, he took a longer pull. "Hey, that's not too bad." He took another drink.

"Told ya you'd like it. Might wanna slow down; you only get one more."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"I almost bought one called 'Miner Mishap', but it said it had chocolate overtones. Didn't think that would go with the food."

Wrinkling his nose, Dean mumbled, "Nope, don't think so," around a mouthful of spicy pepperoni and cheese.

"'Course I could've brought back Raging Bitch Belgian-Style India Pale Ale."

Dean stopped chewing and raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Sam gestured toward Dean's leg. "Would've been kinda appropriate considering."

"Hell, yeah."

"Out of my price range for tonight though."

"Eh. This'll do. Movie's comin' on in like five minutes."

Sam nodded. "Scoot over." He grabbed his own beer, a slice of pizza, and settled in. This night, just like Christmas, was all about pretending.

Two minutes after midnight, Dean's eyelids slipped closed. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"We're gonna buy a six-pack of that Raging Bitch on our way outta town. Just on principle."

Fin