I couldn't resist to write more today! It's so much fun to write for Sam and Dean!

You guys are probably bored of me, onto the story, right?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Sam or Dean. Or you.

There are many things you love about the Winchester brothers. How Dean can always make you smile when you're sad, how Sam has always been your shoulder to cry on, and how both brothers protect you as if you're their sister.

You do not, however, love their taste in music. Whether it's Sam's 'pansy pop' as Dean calls it, or Dean's taste of music not from this century, it pushes your buttons to the point where you feel like screaming.

And after a long and tiresome job, all you want to do is have a nice, peaceful ride and take a long nap.

With the Winchester brothers? As if.

Dean decides to blast 'Don't Stop Believing' as high as the volume can go. And both brothers seem to see it fit to sing as the top of their lungs. Let's just say the two brothers aren't the most gifted singing duo in the world.

You twitch as both brothers hit a high note. You bang your head against the window of the Impala, praying to whatever is out there that the two would shut their mouths. Apparently whatever you were praying to agrees that 'Don't Stop Believing' is a great song to sing terribly to.

You, however, will not stand for it. You jump forward, turning off the radio and then promptly sitting back in your seat. "You two are tarnishing the good name of Journey; so for the love of all that is good would you two please shut your damn mouths!" It was phrased as a question, but it came out more as an order.

The two Winchesters look at each other, but remain silent. That is, until Dean says, "That time of the month, isn't it, princess?" You shoot him the iciest of glares and set your jaw.

"Dean Winchester, I swear on the Impala that if you say one more word, I am scratching the leather." Dean gasps, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

"You wouldn't," he says, narrowing his eyes at you. "You don't have the balls." You raise an eyebrow and your index finger. Slowly you make your way towards the leather, poised to scratch. "Fine! You win!" You smile sweetly at him and lean your head against the window, closing your eyes.

Ten seconds away until being completely asleep, until:

"IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER, IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!"

"DAMN YOU, DEAN WINCHESTER!"

Dean seems to always cause our dear reader's problems, huh? It's probably because Sammy's too nice :3

Hope you liked it! Review, please!