Once the show was over, Dean motioned for Sam to come to the front of the stage. They hugged as Sam raved about the performance. Dean introduced him to his band mates. Then the brothers wandered off to a secluded table to talk.
"When did you learn to sing?" Sam asked.
"I could always sing," Dean insisted.
"No you couldn't…and when did you learn how to play guitar?"
"One of dad's friends one showed me once when I was nine," Dean shrugged.
"Then how the hell…"
"I don't know… These guys were practicing a couple of weeks ago, so I picked up the guitar and just started playing along."
"Why didn't you tell me you joined a band?"
"I figured you'd be mad I was out having fun instead of trying to figure out how to save the world. So what have you been doing Sammy?"
"I figured out how to save the world."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, let it go…"
"No, seriously! I've been doing research at the college about the chemical agents that are rumored to make up the biochemical weapons. I developed a formula for an antidote, but I have no way to test it. But the prospect looks promising if my hypothesis is correct…" Sam then began to describe a complex chemical synthesis, and Dean had no idea what he was talking about.
"Since when did you go all Big Bang Theory on me? You're pre-law, when did you become all scientific?" Dean asked.
"About the same time you started playing guitar. It's weird, but lately my brain is functioning more clearly now than it has since I was at Stanford. I understand every subject I read regardless of how complex, I'm even retaining every page as if I had photographic memory. I can't explain it."
"So let me get this straight… I've become a rock star and you became Bill Nye the Science Guy? I definitely got the better end of the deal. So, did anything different happen to you in the past two weeks?"
"No," Sam answered quickly, "you?"
"No, nothing," Dean lied just as easily as Sam had.
"Should we be worried? What if this is some kind of a curse?" Sam suggested.
"Then I'm not finding a cure! This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me…and women don't just think I'm hot, they think I'm lead-singer-in-a-band- hot! You know what that means, right?"
"You'll never have to sleep in your own bed again?" Sam smirked. "But I thought you said you're getting too old for this stuff?"
Dean smiled and pulled out a bottle of Viagra.
"Seriously?"
"Women like to take them too," Dean tried to justify it.
"You know those are bad for you right?"
"So now you're pre-med too?" Dean scoffed.
"Well, if you have an erection that lasts more than 4 hours, DO NOT CALL ME."