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A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Glad some of you are still out there after so long and are still willing to read my stuff, haha. So this story today is more of a drabble that is just one of those dumb stories that makes you smile. No point. No plot. No bad guys. Just a simple story that eons ago kept me busy for a solid ten minutes.

Title: What Were the Odds of That
Genre: My God awful humor
Summary: I think it's a competition of whom is more bored; Dean in this story, or me while I wrote it. Just a little drabble from a slow afternoon for the Winchester's.

What Were the Odds of That

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because you're the worlds most annoying brother at this moment," Sam glared.

"Naw, I'm sure there's worse…" Dean grinned.

"I wouldn't bet on it," Sam muttered, "Why don't you go to a bar, shoot some cans, or find a hooker?"

"I'm offended that you would degrade my hobbies like that," Dean mocked hurt.

"The fact that you're referring to them as hobbies is degrading enough," Sam paused as he put on his shoes, "Why do you want to come with me when I'm going for a walk?"

"I asked you first; why do you want to go for a walk?" Dean shot out.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I want to go to a bar, shoot some cans and find a hooker," Sam smirked.

"I wouldn't do it in that order dude."

Sam rolled his eyes and got to his feet, "I'm going for a walk."

Dean jumped up from the bed, "I'm coming with you."

Sam didn't argue but instead smiled. Dean was bored… beyond bored. The brother's had been in the same hotel for the past week with absolutely no case, and no case to be found. Dean was eager to do anything at that point- a point which had climaxed to joining his little brother on walks.

"So why do you do this?" Dean questioned as they strolled down the sidewalk.

Sam shrugged, "To see normal things. A car going by, people chatting," Sam laughed, "A dog taking a piss on a fire hydrant."

"You might want to consider that hooker Sammy…"

The two kept up idle chatting for the next fifteen minutes, talking about new parts Dean wanted for the Impala, or what Sam thought of the cute waitress at the restaurant. The two stopped at a corner bench that looked out on both the street and a park.

"So you just like to watch normal things? Everyday stuff?" Dean question skeptically.

"Yup."

"Well, you always were the weird one," Dean shrugged.

Suddenly a cat darted from out of the park and into the road of rushing traffic. A horn blared from a car which slammed on its breaks; missing the feline by inches. Missing the cat the car swerved solidly into a hydrant which burst open, sending a spray of water shooting up into the air; smashing into an over flying bird of which thumped solidly to the ground.

The horn blaring from the car, the curious cat strolled up to his newly found lunch.

"Huh," Sam raised his eyebrows, "That's not something you see everyday."

Dean nodded his head in agreement, "What were the odds of that?"

The End.