Note: This is for my sisters, and to fulfill a birthday request, even though the birthday girl is currently cheating on Supernatural by attending a convention for a different fandom. Just a little drabble, a picture of life with the Winchester and their dog.

Disclaimer! Song lyrics and Supernatural aren't mine. Kansas is all mine!

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Music thumped through the car. A complex beat and the heavy thrum of an electric guitar vibrated the windows. Dean bobbed his head in time to the music. Sam, curled in the passenger seat with a book in his lap, shifted and glared sideways at his brother. Dean just grinned and sang louder, drumming the steering wheel. Sam huffed, but didn't waste his breath. It was an old argument, one he was tired of losing.

It didn't matter that Lucifer was all drumming away in time to Metallica, with a little plastic pitchfork that matched the little plastic horns he was wearing on his head. His timing was off, but of all the things he could do, it wasn't so bad. Sam was used to tuning out music he didn't want to hear.

The sounds of Metallica faded away, to be replaced by Meatloaf crooning about love. Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't change the station. In twelve minutes, something better would come on. Every other station on this stretch of road was either pop and hip-hop, or jazz.

Rooooo! Rooo! Rooo!

An off key warbling rose from the back seat. Sam raised his head and met Dean's eyes, then they both turned to the scene behind them. Kansas was sprawled across the back seat, a chew toy abandoned between her paw, her head flung back, crooning along to the song.

Roo! Roo! Rooo!

"I would do anything for love but I won't do…"

"Roooooooooo!"

Even Sam winced. Dean reached his hand toward the radio to change the station, but Sam blocked him.

"She's happy."

"She can't carry a tune, Sam!" Dean could feel his ears beginning to throb.

Sam looked at the backseat. He knew there was only a dog there, as far as Dean could tell. But he saw something far better. The devil dropped his pitchfork and clapped both hands over his ears in pain.

"Noooo! Make it stop."

Sam couldn't help but giggle. It was the first time he had seen Lucifer uncomfortable in any way. The sight left a smile pasted on his face that wouldn't fade for days.

Dean's eyes flickered between Sam and the empty space, then back. The smile was new. Somehow, the balance in Sam's head was shifting. Dean scratched at his ear. A busted ear-drum was a small price to pay for a smiling brother.

The song wasn't that bad. Really, if Dean was honest with himself, he'd wanted to do exactly what Sassy-no, Kansas! He'd wanted to do exactly what Kansas was doing for years now. After all, he knew the words, every single one of them.

"Would you hose me down with holy water when I get too hot!" Dean belted out.

"Make it stop!" Lucifer howled.

Sam laughed so hard tears came out of his eyes.

"Come on, Sammy!"

"Oh, I can do that!" Sam wailed along with the radio and Kansas' volume rose higher and higher.

Dean cringed. Sam's questionable pitch escalated the din inside the car to nails-on-chalkboard level. Yep, it was the best sing-along they'd ever had, and they didn't stop until the last over-bearing eighties harmonies died away. When they did, Dean was ready. He popped a tape in and pressed play. A sharp beat an a canine chorus exploded around them.

"Who let the dogs out!"

Dean pointed to Kansas for her cue, and was met by silence and the sound of the dog slobbering all over her chew toy.

"Aw, come on!"

Sam grinned, and fed the dog a Beggin' Strip. "That's my good Sassy-girl."