My Brother The Rockstar
Disclaimer ~ It's Eric Kripke's world, I'm just playing in it. If the boys were mine, there would be hugging... and more of those lovely towel scenes ;)
Author’s Note ~ Since LJ seems like such a friendly place, I figured it was about time I post some of my stuff on here. This was an idea I had floating around in my head for a while and thought it was pretty damn amusing. Hope ya'll agree. Comments would be lovely!
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“Oh, come on,” Dean groaned as the Impala slowed to a stop behind a line of cars. He hated construction. He perked up when the song changed, and glancing over at his sleeping brother, nudged the volume up. Drumming his hands on the steering wheel, Dean growled happily along with the stereo.
In the passengers seat, Sam stifled a giggle. He’d been awake for a while now. He was hungry, but the blaring music drowned out his growling stomach. The loud music didn’t bother him. A life of hunting had made him a light sleeper, but he’d always been able to sleep with music.
Dean always had his tapes playing as loudly as the old car would let him when he drove. It was a habit he’d picked up from their father. Sam could remember many a night spent asleep in the backseat of the Impala listening to these tapes. It wasn’t long before songs like Sweet Leaf, and For Whom The Bell Tolls became like lullabies to him.
“You can’t be something you’re not! Be yourself, by yourself! Stay away from me!” Dean sang. Walk was Dean’s favourite Pantera song. Yet another band Sam wasn’t big on, but knew the words to most of their songs anyway. Careful not to draw Dean’s attention, Sam slipped his Treo out of his jacket pocket and turned the camera on, aiming it at his older brother.
Sam had a several of these videos. The first was from a few weeks after he’d started hunting with Dean again, and was of Dean doing his best Bon Scott to Shot Down In Flames on a stretch of highway somewhere in Ohio. The second was Metallica's Master of Puppets. The third was a heartfelt rendition of Heaven by Warrant.
Sam’s favourite was one he’d gotten in their motel room a month or so back. Dean had thought Sam was still out getting dinner for them, and had taken the opportunity to belt out Burning Bridges by Slaughter in the shower. Sam opened the bathroom door a crack, and had a nice silhouette of his brother behind the hideous flower-print shower curtain, singing into a shampoo bottle.
Sam kept these videos, along with a few other, less embarrassing ones that Dean knew about, and some pictures, in a hidden folder. Some of the pictures, however, were like these rock star moments, and would lead to Dean seriously hurting Sam if he knew they existed.
Pictures of Dean passed out in the car with his face crushed into the window or drooling all over himself. Some of him sprawled half-off the bed in their motel room, and even one of Dean preening in front of the mirror. Dean knew about that one. It was only by sheer luck that he’d managed to keep Dean from breaking his phone, and possibly a few of Sam’s bones. But the picture had remained in tact, and was safely hidden.
Moments like these let him pretend that they really were just two brothers on a road trip, and that his big brother didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’d make Dean stop at cheesy tourist attractions, mostly to drive him nuts. Dean usually agreed without too much complaining, and had even taken a few of the photos himself. They could just goof off and mug for the camera, document several very scary truck stop bathrooms, and some not-so-scary truck stop waitresses. The latter, of course, was Dean’s doing. If Sam ever went back to normal life, this is what he would show people about the months, or maybe even years, of his life he’d spent with his brother in an old muscle car, cruising the country.
The song ended, and Sam smiled to himself as he saved the video to the Treo’s memory and hid it back in his jacket. It would have to come off as soon as they got to their motel. Dean was forever playing with the pictures and videos on both of their phones and the , since they were supposed to be for work. Sam had a USB key he kept hidden in his bag with all of these files on it.
Dean popped the tape out. He leaned over Sam to grab one of the AC/DC ones, and Sam took the opportunity to scare the crap out of him. When Dean bent down to rifle through the box, Sam grabbed the back of his neck.
“Jesus Christ!” Dean yelped, jumping and smashing his arm on the underside of the steering wheel. “Sammy! What the hell?!” All Sam could do was laugh. He knew that Dean would get him back for that, but that was alright. They were two brothers on a road trip, and that’s what brothers do.