(I do not own either Winchester, but i'm sure you may have already figured that out. Ps. I was gazing into my lava lamp when the idea came to me!read and review!)

"You know what's massively underappreciated?" asked Dean.

They had been driving for close to two hours, having stopped at a gas station that long ago. Most of the way had been silent, well if you exclude the blaring heavy metal that was screaming from the speakers.

"Me?" muttered Sam under his breath.

"Lava lamps!"

"Um…ok. Dean what exactly was in that 'ice tea' you had earlier?" Sam snorted.

"No, really, don't you think so? Lava lamps are great! They're decorative and practical!"

"Have you been watching Martha Stewart again?"

"Shut up!" Dean said, punching his little brother on the shoulder.

Sam laughed as he turned down the music. Dean had a far away look on his face.

"Dean?" Sam asked, hesitantly. His brother didn't answer. "Dean?"

Still, Dean continued to drive staring blankly out the window.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, turning the music completely off.

"Who?" He jumped, giving his head a shake.

"Dreaming about floating around in a lava lamp?" Sam snickered.

Dean rolled his eyes. "No! I was thinking…"

"Uh-oh."

"Shut up! I was thinking, Dean is so boring."

"Exactly what I was thinking." Sam snorted.

"Jerk. I meant the name Dean. From now on, I want to be called Roscoe. I like the name Roscoe."

Sam stared blankly at his brother. "There was something in that ice tea, wasn't there?"

Dean laughed, "No, I just fell a little…hyper I guess."

"Hyper? Since when do you get hyper?" Sam asked, taking a drink of his water.

"Since that was about my fifth sugar packed drink today."

"If a demon doesn't kill you first that crap will."

"Yeah, but it's so darn tasty!" Dean replied.

Sam shook his head as he took another sip of water.

For a while he didn't say anything. He just let his brother swim in his own craziness. Then he realized something. This, as weird as it was, was actually kind of healthy. Really, how many times did they get to laugh as they were battling monsters in their pit of depression and misery.

"You know what else it underapreciated?" Sam asked suddenly.

Dean looked at him curiously. "Can I guess?"

Sam grinned, "All right, twenty questions."

There was a long way to go, twenty questions wouldn't hurt.