Filling the Blanks
Sam still had a blanket draped over his shoulders as he shuffled into Dean's room in search of cough syrup. He'd looked everywhere else he could think of. Dean was away helping Castiel with a possible lead on Metatron so Sam didn't want to bother him. Sam rummaged through a few drawers and was surprised to find a Bible with a place marked in it using what looked like a receipt for gas.
There was something written on the back of the receipt:
Winchester Gospels: Book of Sammy, 3:21—Sammy was cramming for a deadline when this hot chick came up to him and was like, "Hi, I'm Jessica," and Sammy was like, "I'm Sammy but call me Sam because it takes less time to say," and she was like, "You busy?" and he was like, "Yeah I've gotta study and then wash my hair," and Jess was like, "I can wash your hair for you," and Sammy was like, "But I have this deadline," and she was like, "I have girl shampoo," and Sammy was like, "Okay then," and they made out.
Sam eventually found the cough syrup. He and Dean were going to have a long talk later.
THE END
Author's Note: Give Dean some time, and he'll have written his own Winchester Gospels...