So sorry about the wait! And this chapter is really short....mostly because I feel that this particular channel should be 2 parts. Don't worry, this isn't it.

I'm also going to work on Intermission right now, so I'm not just giving a short little thing here.

A/N AT BOTTOM

When Sam knew what a floor felt like again, (which was wonderful, all this falling through air crap was getting annoying and Sam was half-tempted to kiss said stable ground,) he was very confused.

But aside from what was now mundane, (Confusion now a constant in Sam and Dean's channel surfing,) there was the new.

The very new feeling of being surrounded by pineapples.

Yeah.

The actual fruit, pineapples, along with giant posters of pineapples, framed portraits of fruit bowls filled with nothing put pineapples, what seemed to be blow-up pineapples, (What the hell?) Furniture in the shape of pineapples, a computer with a pineapple monitor, and…..Sam could go on forever.

"At least we've got stuff to eat." Dean commented as he wandered around.

Of course Dean would gravitate towards the blow-up pineapples.

Sam just sat in a pineapple chair and poked at a pineapple inner tube that was lying innocently on a pineapple table.

Sam was going to swear off pineapples for the rest of his life.

"I'm never eating pineapples again." Dean said. (Very seriously, much like Sam was thinking.)

Dean had a horrified expression on his face, still surveying the room for….for a way to escape this pineapple Hell.

Sam hoped.

Sam hung his head and rested his elbows on his knees only to notice that the tile floor was also an endless loop of pineapple print.

"This is so messed up."

Dean glanced over his shoulder when Sam groaned, and he could sympathize. This was way beyond their usual level of 'weird'. Which was normal, and crazy to everybody else.

God he wasn't even making sense anymore.

It took Dean nearly twenty minutes to find anything even worth checking out.

"Sam."

Sam lifted his head when Dean called, and cracked one eye open.

"I found a window."

Sam was out of the pineapple chair faster than any six-foot-four guy should ever move, and plastered himself to the window (That may have cracked a bit due to the speed at which Sam flung himself,) which was unsurprisingly pineapple shaped.

"Oh my god, Dean I can see things that aren't pineapple shaped!"

Dean would usually insert some smartass comment about how close to tears Sam was, or how he was clawing at the window, but once again sympathy reared its head and made him shut his mouth.

Though he couldn't help but laugh when Sam picked up that stupid pineapple chair and tried to smash the pineapple window, when it bounced back and hit Sam in the forehead.

He also couldn't help it when he saw that the chair left a red mark the shape of a pineapple.

Sam was pouting while Dean gasped for breath on the floor.

The pineapple-bruise only made Sam's bitchface funnier.

Sam had no clue what was going on, (Again,) and was getting impatient with Dean's laughter.

Oh haha, the chair smacked him in the forehead, big deal.

It's not like it-

……..Crap.

Sam scrambled around the room until he found a pineapple mirror, (The room was very well stocked with a variety of pineapple décor,) and saw the sideways pineapple above his left eye.

"Friggin jerk!"

Dean only laughed harder.

It was going to be a long day.

Can anyone guess what show this is?

......Is it ironic that I was eating pineapples while writing this?