Ficlet - SPN/Bandom crossover in the loosest sense possible, mostly SPN fluff. IDEK.
"What the fuck are you humming?" Sam has a migraine. Sam does not need to listen to Dean drumming on the steering wheel or whistling off-key or snickering when he pokes him in the shoulder or tapping his toe. Or humming.
"I don't know, some song. It was playing in that diner in Poughkeepsie. Had a fucking killer riff in it." Dean glances at him out of the corner of his eye, and the grin is wicked as he starts up again with the humming.
Sam reaches out to stop Dean's fingers just as they start to tap out a rhythm on the dash -- knowing Dean, it wouldn't be the actual beat of the song -- and Dean shakes his hand away, tosses over a 'who, me?' look, and starts mumbling something that might once have been lyrics.
"On your mother's eyes nah nah nah, too much too late hmm hmm agaaiiiin," Dean "sings," and Sam wants to kill him. Unfortunately, Sam knows that Dean's just trying to get a rise out of him, and the very best way to piss him off is to ignore him.
It gets harder to do that as Dean runs back through that same verse, mangling it in new and fascinating ways. Then he starts in with a rousing chorus of, "I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my friiiieeeenndddsss," and Sam actually chokes.
"You heard that in the diner in Poughkeepsie, you said?" Sam asks, face and voice as innocent as he can make them.
Dean stops warbling long enough to mutter, "Yeah, asshole. You got a problem with my taste in music all the sudden? You know what you can do about that?" and then launches right back into the first verse again.
Sam mouths 'shotgun shuts his cakehole' to himself, but he's grinning, because revenge is fucking delicious. This might actually make up for the short-sheeting of his bed three jobs ago, too. Seriously, de-li-cious.
"Hey, yeah, I recognize that song now, actually," Sam says, biting his lip to keep from tipping Dean off.
"Yeah? Well, so, what is it?" Dean demands, snapping a finger. "I wanna know what band it is."
Sam actually has to look out the window so Dean can't see his grin.
"It's an old song from My Chemical Romance," Sam says, indulging in the cliche of intentional nonchalance. Dean is one of those people that will hang themselves if given enough rope. Sam just has to wait him out.
It's not a long wait.
"Huh. Cool name. Sounds hardcore," Dean says, and Sam can see Dean's reflection in the window, see that he's glancing over, eyebrow raised. "So what's the song? Swear to God, Sam, it's like pulling teeth to get you to answer a simple goddamn question."
"I'm thinking, Jesus. What am I, your own personal encyclopedia?" Sam asks, and then doesn't wait for a smart-ass comeback, just says slowly, like he's wracking his brain, "'You know' something. 'You know what'..." He trails off, making Dean wait for it. "...'they do to guys like us in prison,'" he finishes, turning back to show Dean his teeth. His cheeks ache from grinning.
"You're right," Sam twists the knife, "that riff is killer."
Fuck Excedrin. The look on Dean's face is the best migraine relief money can't buy.
Yeah, IDEK. Blame this entirely on shibbyfangirl. XD