In the Dark - 02
"You need to change the subject. I mean it, Sam." Dean gave him a look. It was wasted in the dark.
"Change the subject? You're the one who started all this, remember? Maybe you should just figure out how you're gonna deal with it." Sam was tired of arguing with a disembodied voice.
"If I did that, we wouldn't have anything to talk about."
"I think we could come up with something other than the relative merits of the Monkees versus the Backstreet Boys, don't you, Dean?"
"But now that it's come up, why would you ever say those were good groups in the first place? Dean, what were you thinking?"
"Well, hell, it never occurred to me I'd get put in the damn will, or that the old lady would haul up and die. How could I have seen that coming? I mean, come on, you have to give a guy a break when the fickle finger of fate points in his direction."
"Yeah, it would seem all roads are pointing in your direction, and you're coming up with Fred Astaire in 'Holiday.'"
Sam picked up another of the over 500 LP's in the back seat and sighed. Using the little bit of light from the passing streetlamps, he could just make out the title.
"Other people get money or a car. Bobby Darin?"
"Dean, you suck big time."
