Sep 25, 2010 17:15
After an especially good night of poker-playing and pool-hustling, Sam Winchester buys an MP3 player.
It's nothing fancy, just a cheap boxy off-brand thing he can listen to when he's ignoring Dean and Dean's shitty music. Throw a few audiobooks on there, chill out in the back seat, let Dean rant to himself about crazy-ass drivers.
And while he's in Radio Shack, he remembers Dean's words. It seems like he said them forever ago, a lifetime ago -- which, Sam admits to himself wryly, is more literal than for people who aren't Winchesters.
Driver picks the music, Dean's voice states in his head. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
So that day when Dean's tired or sick or just feeling like being nice to his zombie little brother for once, Sam's ready with the trusty cable.
"...what-- is this a little girl? Am I listening to some prepubescent girl singing about candy or something?"
"Driver," Sam says slowly, deliberately, and with a hint of a self-satisfied grin. Dean punches his arm and grabs the player from the dash to squint at the display.
"Who the hell's Justin Bieber?"
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