Disclaimer : None of the songs mentioned in the stories or whose lyrics are in the story or the artists that performed them or wrote them belong to me. Nor do the two amazing people enjoying said songs. They belong to Eric Kripke.

A/N : So, I've come across many songs that remind me of the Winchesters or heard people say that they remind them of the Winchesters. So, I thought, why not write 'em down? lol. Also, I have a list of songs with me, but if y'all have heard something that remind you of the bys, let me know, and I'll try to write something for it.

Also, I dunno how much it'll fit perfectly with the timeline, but I wrangled around as much as I could with the release date of the songs and placing the one-shot after that. But don't rely too heavily on that. Besides, there aren't really strong, spoiler-y references to any episodes in particular.

Btw, chapter titles are the names of the songs.

This is a collection of one-shots, basically. And it will be updated sporadically. But be sure to let me know what y'all think about it in the reviews!

What prompted this chapter? - Okay, in a convention, J2 were asked who's their favourite band or something. Or it might have been someone thanking them for introducing Kaleo. Anyways, they mentioned that there is the song 'All the pretty girls like Samuel' and were laughing about it. So, Voila!

Anyways, the following song belongs to Kaleo.

It all started with a prank war. Which, considering they were full grown adults who should definitely be past that, was saying something.

There was purple hair dye. And then there was pink dye.

They spent a week alternately snarling and snickering at each other.

Oh, and Sam's hair was purple and Dean's pink. Not the other way around. Big surprise. Dean being the one to start it all.

There was a lull as the cheap dye wore off gradually but a bit quickly than the expensive ones that they couldn't, thankfully, afford.

It started up again and soon Sam had itching powder back in his pants and Dean had hot sauce in his pancakes and Sam had to change his clothes twice in one day when he managed to fall for the bucket of water above the door gig.

And then Dean's tapes, all of them, went missing.

Thus. Here they were. Glaring and smirking. Big brother and little brother.

"Not gonna tell you, Dean", Sam sang, arms crossed smugly across his chest and turning to look out the window. Not that there was much scenery, what with them driving down a dry back road that looked like it hadn't seen life for the past century.

"Sam ...", Dean's voice lowered in warning. Which did absolutely nothing for Sam. Being the little brother to someone made a man immune to big brother threats, even when they came from The Dean Winchester.

Dean had looked under the seats, torn apart the trunk, ransacked both their duffels, checked their last motel room just to be safe ... but still he remained music-less. Or well, cassette tape less.

And Sam remained smug.

Muttering curses that only increased his little brother's amusement, Dean grudgingly thumbed on the radio.

Pop station by pop station flew by and Dean was ready to put his fist through the stereo system, valiantly ignoring Sam's chuckles, when the next station caught his ears.

"... the blues rock band from Iceland, Kaleo. This is 'All the pretty girls'"

Dean leered at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes, second guessing his decision to hide the classic rock.

The beginning chorus of the song shook them from their respective reverie and Dean's expression twitched to something orgasmic. Even Sam listened in wondering bewilderment.

Huh.

Maybe not all modern music was crap after all.

"All the pretty girls like Samuel"

Sam yelped when the car swerved suddenly before righting itself.

Snorts were beginning to emerge from the driver's seat and Sam sat up from where he had collided painfully with the door.

"Oh, he really doesn't share

Although it's more than he can handle"

"Damn right it is", Dean sniggered from where he was increasing the volume.

Sam's gaze remained firmly fixed on the windshield, studiously ignoring his brother's chuckles and sidelong looks.

He had just given Dean about two years' worth of material to tease him about.

He was regretting hiding the tapes more and more.

"Life isn't fair, Samuel. You sweepin' girls off their feet ...", Dean said in his 'sage words from the big brother to the ignorant brother' voice. Dean's words, not his'.

Dean was mock crying now, doing his best to bastardize Sam's puppy face, when the next lyrics froze his expression.

"Won't you lay me, won't you lay me down?"

Sam looked at the radio then at Dean whose face was now twisted into disbelief.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?", Dean squeaked out, incredulousness lacing his tone.

And Sam lost it.

Hidden sniggers turned into full blown laughter, until he was clutching his stomach, tears prickling his eyes.

"Oooh De-Dean, you were waiting for me to lay you dooowwnn?", Sam batted his eyelashes at his brother, making his voice as Disney-like as he could.

A muscle in Dean's jaw jumped, though whether from hiding his own reluctant smile or from controlling the urge to punch him, Sam didn't know.

"I have waited, I have waited"

"Dean, bro. I had noooo idea!", Sam drawled dramatically, getting more and more amused as Dean's face grew more and more red. He cupped a hand protectively over the On/Off switch on the stereo, already having slapped away Dean's attempts to turn it off.

"Sammy, I swear to God, if you don't shut up ...", Dean gritted out, even though his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You know it's hard, heaven knows I've tried

But it just keeps getting harder"

"Dean, man, I know it's hard. Next time, I'll tell all the pretty girls to show my big brother some loooooovveee - Ow!", Sam glared at Dean, rubbing the back of his head where his brother had smacked him. Hard.

"Told ya to shut up", Dean grinned back.

Sam bitchfaced him. And then broke into more giggles as the end chorus came on.

The next few minutes were filled with two verses clashing horribly against each other until Dean was sure his eardrums would never be fully usable again.

"Won't you lay me, won't you lay me down"

"I'LL LAY YOU, YES, I'LL LAY YOU DOWN", Sam sang, tune so vividly different from that of the song's that Dean took a hand off the wheel to cover the ear that was facing Sam.

"Oh, won't you lay me, won't you lay me down"

"OH, I'LL LAY YOUUU, I'LL LAY YOU DOWN", Sam wrenched Dean's hand off of his ear and screamed the lyrics into his ear. Dean yelped and narrowly swerved to avoid a pothole that would have sent them crashing into a tree.

"Won't you lay me, won't you lay me down"

"YES, I'LL LAY YOUUUU, LAY YOU DOWN". Dean regretted not crashing into the tree as his tone deaf brother continued to - do that.

"Oh, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait for you"

Dean glanced at Sam when there was sudden silence, then groaned at the mischief glinting in his brother's eyes. Half of him didn't want to know what was on Sam's mind. But the other half ...

"Yeah, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait for you"

"Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I knooowwwooo Deaaannn"

The tune was so surprisingly accurate that Dean was surprised into laughter. Which then turned into full blown guffaws as he caught sight of Sam's face.

His little brother had turned on his doe-eyes, lip pout and all, and sang the words mournfully, miraculously never faltering even once.

Dean couldn't help but pull the car over as he doubled up, laughing, watching Sam continue his dorky singing through slitted, watering eyes.

"Oh, I know, I know, I know, I knooooooww oooh Deeeeaannn oooohhhhh"

The last part resembled howling more than singing and Dean could literally feel tears running down his face with the force of his laughter.

The song finally slowed and ended and Dean tried to get his breathing under control, as he rested his head on the steering wheel. He exhaled a final chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. When he felt that he was sufficiently coherent, he lifted his head and turned to look at Sam.

Sam was grinning toothily, dimples and all, cheeks red from holding a high note for too long, and Dean grinned back, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness that was his little brother.

"Oh man, that was - God, that was something, Sammy", Dean remarked, wiping away the tears of laughter, seeing his own joy reflected in Sam's eyes.

They didn't laugh like this often enough.

And when he pulled back onto the road, following Sam's dramatic half bow after his dramatic performance, Dean was laughing again.

Maybe they needed to do this more often.

Sam grinned to himself, glad that this had turned out to be an unexpected moment of happiness. Glad that his goofiness had paid off. Glad that Dean was still shaking his head with a smile, muttering to himself about little brothers and crappy music.

He leaned back more comfortably, letting himself wallow in the moment.

Besides, it wouldn't be long before Dean figured out that he had hidden his precious tapes under the dirty car mat.

And Sam would be so screwed then.

A/N : I could NOT pass up the opportunity to interpret "Won't you lay me down" wrongly, okay? lol Anyways, review, lovelies!