Okay, second chapter since I got so many awesome reviews. I love reviews! The topic of this chapter is kind of...odd. But I found myself randomly thinking about how Sam's kid would act and how Dean's would...then kind of put it together. Next chapter is Dean and Sammy's frightening gay bar experience, so stay tuned!!

Chapter 2: If we had a Kid

"I still can't believe you actually want to go to a gay bar," Sam complained as he stared out the window of the impala. He glanced over to Dean, who was currently focused on staring at the police car two lanes over.

"Well, we have to convince people that we're actually a gay couple," Dean pointed out as he watched the cop turn onto a side street. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked over to Sam. "You think this is easy for me?"

"Considering we're going to a place with girls and beer, yeah I do," Sam replied, crossing his arms and pouting.

Dean sighed. "Considering the girls there are going to be lesbian and could care less about me, it will be hard."

"Yeah, I guess. Especially with all the guys that are going to be checking you out," Sam laughed. Dean frowned and stayed focused on the road, now ignoring his little brother. A few minutes passed by and Sam asked, "So, how far is this gay bar?"

"Another twenty minutes," Dean answered, muttering a curse when a car behind him got a little too close to his car for comfort. "Get the hell away from my baby you punks!"

"Uh, Dean, pretty sure they can't hear you."

"Shut up Sam. I'm putting on some music," Dean said and pushed the button on his cassette player. Right after, Metallica filled the impala. Dean tapped the rhythm as he hummed the tune.

"Dean, I've been wondering. How'd you come up with this great plan anyway?" Sam asked, sarcasm heavy on the word 'great'.

"Well, I was using your laptop, you know, surfing for porn-"

"Dude, do you know how much that stuff messes computers up?" Sam interrupted, obviously angry with Dean for doing something so irresponsible. Dean just shrugged and continued, "Anyway, I thought I found another site. But turns out, it was gay incest stuff. You know pictures of brothers, uh, banging each other. Well, that's when I got the idea for us."

"Right, so you, uh, see brothers doing it, and you think of us?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow. Sometimes Dean was so strange it almost scared him.

"What? It was a good idea," Dean said defensively. "Besides, if anyone could pull it off, it'd be you and me."

"Oh, really? And why's that?"

"Well, people think we're gay all the time anyway. Might as well let them believe it."

"You're weird dude," Sam said with a shake of his head. He sighed and laid his head against the cool window. "One thing is for sure. Once this whole thing is over, we're never talking about this again."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said with a small smile, going back to focusing on the car behind him. Some teenager in the passenger seat gave him the finger and Dean pressed on his horn repeatedly, then of course gave the boy the same message with his own finger. The car pulled off the highway shortly after that and the brothers just relaxed, staring out the front window and listening to Metallica.

"Hey, Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"What do you think it would be like if we had a kid?"

Sam turned to look at his brother like he was insane, which Sam was pretty sure of by now. "Uh, what?"

"You know, just in case someone asks. Gay people always have dreams for their kids," Dean explained.

"Dean, not just homosexual people have ideas of their ideal children," Sam told his brother with a sigh.

"Hmm, does that mean you have ideas of what you'd want our kid to be like?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

"My kid Dean, not ours," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "And yeah, I guess I've thought about it."

"Right, well, listen to my ideas first," Dean said as he turned down the blaring music so they could hear each other better. "Our kid's going to be a fireman, have millions of girlfriends, and get rich by saving a millionaire from his burning mansion."

"Uh, no," Sam said simply, shaking his head at Dean's ideas.

"Oh really?" Dean asked with a small frown. "Well, then, please enlighten me by your brilliant ideas."

"Fine," Sam said. This conversation was really weird, even for Dean. For one, them having a child was impossible unless they adopted. And two, the entire thought was too disturbing to even think about. "He's going to be a lawyer. He's going to have a beautiful wife and three children who come up and visit me every couple weeks."

Dean let these thoughts settle and then burst out laughing. "Sammy, no way in Hell my son is going to be a lawyer!"

"Right, because a fireman is so much better."

"Dude, they save lives!" Dean exclaimed, defending the job he once wished he himself could have. "What do lawyers do? Nothing, that's what. Well, except complicate people's lives."

"Lawyers are important!" Sam argued, feeling the need to defend the job he had almost ended up with. "They defend the innocent and reveal the guilty."

"Right, Sam our son would be a total geek in high school," Dean said with a shake of his head. "I don't think so. He'd be on all the sports teams and lead the team to victory each time!"

"Um, no. He'd be studying in his free time, not playing sports. He'd be in all the academic clubs and be on the honor roll every semester."

"Sam, our son is going to be athletic! He'll get Cs and Bs and maybe an A every once in a while. He'll never be on the honor roll and he'll be the one making fun of all the geeks in the academic clubs!"

"Our son is too smart to waste his life on playing games!"

"Which reminds me, he'll be one hell of a video game player. Make all of his friends jealous."

"He'll be too busy doing extra credit to play video games Dean."

"Dude, our son-"

"Uh, wait, since when did we have a son?" Sam interrupted, looking over at Dean. He laughed slightly and shook his head. "I think this is the weirdest thing we've talked about in a long, long time."

Dean grinned and gave a slight shrug. "Yeah, probably. Anyway, if someone asks us anything about it, we'll say-"

"Whatever happens will happen," Sam interrupted, not wanting Dean to think up something stupid. "It's simple and it should work, alright?"

Dean pouted slightly. "Yeah, alright."

"Good," Sam said, leaning his head against the window again.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"I know you're not very good at the bar scene. So don't worry, I'll make sure you get lots of guy's numbers."

"Gee, thanks Dean."

Thanks for reading, make sure to leave a review on your way out...I know the first chapter was probably a lot better...but I didn't want to just skip to the bar...there is a plot in this story...somewhere...I think...Anyway, gay bar next, so review!! Mmkay? Love you all! Totally, I mean it. I do...um, yeah...buh-bye!