Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. No copyright infringement is intended. The title is taken from the song "Won't Get Fooled Again" by The Who.


SPN100 Prompt: Party


MC4A: BAON; ToS; Star; Fence; Chim; Once; TrB; Hunt
ICs: Hunter MC (x2); Old Shoes (Y); Binger; Dreamers; Tossed Chum; Dab It; Bucket Listing (Y); Fuzzy Socks (Y); Zed Era; Booger Breath; Hotel Home
Representations: Sam Winchester; Dean Winchester; Hunters; Politics; "Carry On My Wayward Son"
Primary & Secondary BCs: Middle Name; Second Verse (Nontraditional); Chorus (Fizzy Lemonade)
Space Address (Prompt): 1D (Slice of Life)
List (Prompt): SP Settings (Family Meal)
Chimera: Glaurung
Prompt: "Carry On My Wayward Son"
Word Count: 300


A/N: My apologies to any of my readers who are still around—I know I haven't updated my SPN stuff in forever. I won't pretend I'm back to writing consistently, either; I just happened to find this drabble more or less completed while I was going through some papers, and I decided to clean it up and publish it. I hope you can enjoy it anyway!


Setting: January 2008


The Shotgun Sings the Song

The sound of keys in the lock sends Sam scrambling for the remote. The door bangs open, and Dean comes in bearing two greasy brown paper bags.

"Best burgers in town! Highly recommended by the homeless guy on the corner."

Sam smirks. "So about the equivalent of a crappy McDonald's?"

"Probably." Dean tosses him a bag and grabs a handful of soggy-looking fries out of the other one. "So, what's on TV that you were so desperate to hide from me, huh? Find a channel with some scantily clad ladies?"

Grinning, he snatches the remote and flips on the television before Sam can stop him. Dean stares for a moment in confusion. "Dude, why are you watching a bunch of old dudes in suits?"

Sam sighs. "It's the Republican primary debate. Just thought I'd try to keep up with what's going on in the world."

Dean gives him a strange look. "What's going on in the world is it's going to hell in a handbasket. And I'll tell you what"—he studies the line up on the stage—"not a one of these guys looks like he could take on a demon. Doesn't matter who's in the White House, Sammy. We're the ones out there saving the world."

"I know. I just… I miss actually caring about this stuff, y'know? When things were normal enough that I could care."

"Uh, yeah, can't relate. I never gave a rat's a**."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Of course not. You don't even know what the two major parties are, do you?"

"Sure I do. The Heffalumps and the Woozles."

Sam groans, and Dean grins at him.

"I'm telling you, Sammy, it doesn't matter. When you have to save the world yourself, you ain't got time to listen to pencil-pushers who only pretend to."