Minutes later the brothers were sitting in a booth in the back of the diner. It looked like every other diner they had set foot in in the last couple of months. The food would probably be just as lousy. They read over the menus, both ordering the standard burger and fries. They sat in silence while waiting for their orders. Sam fiddled with the wrapper from his straw. Then he heard it. Dean was humming the tune to the chorus of Metallica's "Turn the Page." It was low at first almost inaudible then slowly got louder until he was almost singing it. Dean had even gone as far as to strum on the edge of the table.
"God, Dean even when we aren't in the car I gotta hear this crap," Sam said. He was serious but was laughing at how astonishing his brother was.
"What crap? Metallica is not crap. They are one of the greatest bands of all time. A foundation for the music of today. Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Ozzy, they all paved the way."
"Exactly, so why don't you listen to 'the music of today'?" Dean pondered for a second.
"Because it's crap that's why."
"You are unbelievable, you know that?," Sam told him. "And not in a good way," he added quickly knowing that Dean would probably thank him for the complement or something. Then Sam got an idea. "You know what? I bet you couldn't go even a whole day without listening to your 'mullet rock'."
"Is that so? Why don't you put your money where your mouth is, geek boy?," Dean retorted.
"Fine, if you can go a whole day without listening to 'mullet rock' I'll never complain about it again… But,-"
"But, what?," Dean asked. He wasn't sure liked the look on his brother's face.
"You have to listen to pop instead."
"Pop? Pop as in Britney Spears, Jessica Simpson, and boy bands?," he asked, his voice cracking slightly in the horror of even the thought of it. But Dean wasn't one to turn down a bet. He even upped the stakes a little.
"Fine. I'll do it. And I'll bet I could go longer than a day. Make it a week."
"Oh, this is gonna be interesting. You are so gonna cave."
"No I won't. It'll be cake. But what happens if I lose?" Dean wasn't sure he wanted to know what Sam would come up with. He was quickly learning his little brother was more sadistic than he ever thought imaginable.
"When you cave, and you will cave, you have to-," Sam thought for a second. He wanted to make this good. "You have to take me to see a play." Sam had wanted to see a play for a while now and he knew Dean would never go, at least not without a fight. This way, if he lost he'd have no choice. A Winchester never backs down on a bet.
"A play? What kind of play?"
"I don't know, but I've got a week to figure it out."
"I don't have a good feeling about this," Dean thought to himself.