Ok, so this story I came up with here I got the idea from the song Chicken Huntin' by Insane Clown Posse. I normally would have never heard this song if it hadn't been for my friend who was here, so I dedicate this story to my friend, Winter, to whom without this story would not have been possible. Well, that was your daily cheesy moment. I expect a lot of reviews for this story just so you all know! Here is the story:
Chicken Huntin'
Sam and Dean were driving through a small town in the middle of nowhere in particular when Sam's stomach started rumbling.
"Dean, I'm starving! Can we please find somewhere to eat?" Sam asked his brother politely.
"Sam, it's the middle of the night in a small town in the middle of nowhere! Where do you expect me to find somep-" Dean stopped because he had suddenly gotten a "brilliant" idea. "Sam…we're going chicken hunting!"
"What? Dean, we can't just take someone's chickens! It's illegal!" Sam yelled at his brother.
"Most of what we do is illegal Sammy, this is just another minor bump in our life," Dean replied as he pulled his car over near a fence, which inside not too far was a chicken coup.
"This is so wrong," Sam said as he followed Dean over the fence towards the large coup. Dean pulled out a gun filled with rock salt and they crept quietly towards the coup and Dean immediately fired two shots. The chickens went wild, but the guys managed to find the two chickens Dean shot.
They grabbed the chickens and ran back to the car and drove off.
"Well Sam, you're welcome," Dean said.
"Yeah Dean, whatever," Sam replied disgusted at having to hold the two now dead chickens.
There was a long pause.
"Hey Dean," Sam asked. "There's just one problem…"
"What is it Sammy, not in the mood for chicken?" Dean replied sarcastically.
"No, that's not it." Sam stated. "But…how are we supposed to cook them?"
"Uh…you uh…cook them," Dean said, not realizing they were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night with two dead chickens starting to smell bad.