I actually got a review! Yays - me so happy – now then.

Onto Chapter Two.

Ch 2: Yaoi Thoughts Ignite. (Sort of)

John: Boys what exactly are you doing in there?

Sam: Protesting.

John: Protesting what exactly?

Dean: We've decided you're too hard on us dad – we are only sixteen and ten years old. Our demands are clear, you stop treating us like trainees and start treating us like your children.

John: Wow. That's incredible, especially from you Dean – I'd expect this sort of behaviour from Sammy but not you Dean.

Sam: giggles

Dean: Sam has a powerful way with words Dad he's proven that he's right. You need to be more attentive to our needs and stop hunting.

Sam: YEAH!

John: Sam's really got you wrapped up in this hasn't he Dean.

Dean: Yes sir.

John: and there's no way I can change your mind?

Dean: No sir.

John: He cried didn't he?

Dean: Yes sir.

John: Thought that might be the case, Sam and your damned puppy eyes.

Sam: grin

John: Alright now – whose bright idea was it to protest in the closet?

Sam: Mine – AND I DIDN'T CRY!

Dean: Did so!

Sam: Did not!

Dean: DID SO!

John: Both of you shut up! And for Gods sake come out of the damned closet.

Sam & Dean: No.

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Dean: Hey Sam.

Sam: Yeah Dean?

Dean: I found some interesting facts about our ghost online.

Sam: Care to share?

Dean: Yeah – she died in a pretty bloody farm accident, maiden name was Costner.

Sam: Wow that's pretty impressive Dean, you get extra brownie points.

Dean: OH! And I discovered something else to.

Sam: Oh yeah what?

Dean: grins evilly I think you KNOW what I'm talking about it – it's in your net history after all.

Sam: pale faced Oh no!

Dean: laughing Oh yes!

Sam: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FOUND MY SIXTY GIGS OF GAY PORN!

Dean: shocked Sixty gigs of gay porn? WHAT! No dude – I was talking about the cow boy hat you were bidding for on e bay.

Sam: oh right……..the hat……yeah………..

Dean: laughing Sixty gigs of gay porn!

Sam: Oh – shut up.

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Dean: My gay senses are tingling! SAM!

Sam: It's Sammy.

Dean: What ever! Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Sam: I think so Dean but – how are we going to get to Mt. Doom in that amount of time?

Dean: No you moron. Tonight's the night we make our selves known to yaoi fan girls!

Sam: That' is A BRILLIANT! Idea! …..Do we have the wear these tights? Points to what their wearing

Dean: Yes!

Sam: sigh Why do I have to be bat man again?

Dean: because! Superman is stronger, and I've already claimed superman – and Robin's loser. You are batman because you fit him perfectly! You are the token emo!

Sam: grumble grumble jerk grumble grumble

Dean: What you say?

Sam: Nothing – just say the stupid punch line.

Dean: You're right Sam no more wasting time. We must hurry.

Sam: Here we go….

Dean: TO THE INVISIBLE WINCEST MOBILE!

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John: Holy crap Dean. This is strange – that's it! I give up! I'm never going to try and understand you ever again. I think I've got you figured out, then you do something like THIS!

Dean: happy grin thanks Dad.

John: Don't mention it. Now I'm curious, what possessed you to paint the car hot pink?

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Sam: I LOVE boobs.

Dean: No you don't.

Sam: PROVE IT!

Dean: Nick Lachey is a man.

Sam: Damn.

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John: Is it wrong enjoying split personalities?

Dean: Not in my opinion.

John: So I can hide my own Easter eggs this year?

Dean: - That's – the line right there.

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Sam: I wonder what's in here!

Click click click click.

Sam: Wincest? What's that?

Click.

Sam: ….faints…………….

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Sam: You want us to exercise your daughter's imaginary friend?

Woman: That's right.

John: THAT'S SICK!

Dean: Very sick. Of all the things too make us do? Defile a five year olds imagination. Your disgusting lady!

John: Real disgusting.

Sam: I refuse! In the name of five year olds and imaginary friends everywhere, I PROTEST!

Dean: Right behind you Sammy.

John: Me to!

Sam: MEN! To the closet!