Disclaimer: I do not own Sam & Dean Winchester, nor Mary and John…not even the Impala, dude! )

Note: this is the Sequel to The Brothers Winchester

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John Winchester was standing by the doorway to their bedroom. Mary is still inside combing her hair. “Mary, sweetheart…I need you to be there early later alright?”

“Oh, John…I will be there early, don’t you worry.”

“And be sure to have the boys in their tuxes? Especially Dean…”

“Don’t worry I will change them myself. Now go, you’re late as it is!” And with that Mary Winchester watched her husband disappear from the top of the stairs.

‘Now this will not be easy!’ Mary told herself. ‘Getting those two to wear shorts is hard enough----and tuxedoes? Good luck, Mary!’

“You’re joking right?”

Sam just blurted as he eyed and eventually judged his big brother’s move on their quick game of Chinese chequers. The brothers Winchester are lazily perched behind the counter top across each other with milk and cookies on the counter beside them for easy access.

Dean looks up, “What? That’s a move!” Dean defended as he gobbled a couple of cookies and swigged down his milk. “My move!” He just pumps his eyebrows cockily at Sam and then plastered a wide grin on his face to match it.

“Dude, we’re you even listening to me earlier man? This is not chess! Chequers Dean! god! It’s like talking to a wall with you!”

“Whaaat?” Dean whined, “The gist is there, dude! Chess, chequers…both board games! Both boring board games! Which you chose by the way—making you equally a totally boring dude!” Dean was almost into his tantrums. He was hungry for real food, but their mom was too busy to cook. She has to get ready for the ball at John’s office in a few hours.

“You’re like a kid, man!”

“Dude! I’m hungry!”

“You have traces of cookies on your face, Dean! Where does the food go when you eat it anyway?”

“Cookies aren’t food, Sammy!” Dean blurted as he got up and heads for the fridge. “They’re like…air or something…just there---but not really doing anything for me!”

“Air actually does a lot for you, Dude! You breathe it! It keeps you alive…Doy!” Sam scoffed.

“Yeah whatever!”

Mary just came in the swinger. The second the boys saw her in her black dress, making look more elegant and classy, their eyes were beaming. “Wow! Mrs. W! You clean up real nice!” Dean commented.

“Yeah, mom…you look great!” Sam echoes, making their mom turn red on the cheeks. “Why thank you! But what are both of you boys still doing down here in your house clothes anyways?”

“Are we supposed to go around naked now?” Dean snapped; making Sam chuckle out loud.

“There’s a scary picture!” Sam blurted.

“Sweetie, we have to be at the ball in half an hour. You both go up and change into your tuxes. I have laid it out for you both in Sam’s room. Now go!”

“Mom, did you just say Tux?” Dean had to ask again.

“Uh-huh! You’re both my dates, sweetie. Your dad cannot take me nor stay by my side since he has a part in this whole celebration, so I’m taking my two angels!”

“Great! Now we’re angels, Sammy!” Dean sighs out loud, “Uh-Lady…could you at least make us sound manly…like guardian angels or something! Cause just right there when you said angels---It’s like me and Sam in those tiny little tutus that little girls wear with little fairy wings on the back…yeah! That’s how I picture it! Not good!”

That just made Sam squirt out milk from his nose, “Damn it, Dean!”

“Sammy!” Mary just scolds Sam the moment she heard the potty mouth.

“Sorry, mom…”

“And Dean, that was exactly how I wanted to picture you and Sam!” She warmly informed her son, grinning from ear to ear; totally I her teasing mood.

“Mom, you’re this close to freaking me out…” Dean just gestures an inch sign and her as he grabs Sam by the shirt scruff, making Sam get up and both head out of the kitchen through the swinger.

Standing in front of the mirror, Dean just reached from the back and fixed Sam’s tie. “For someone who claims to know a lot…tying a tie should be a synch for you dude!”

“Yeah, well…I’m not a tie person, Dean.”

“Me neither, but I learned it.”

“From who, Dean?” Sam started, “I just need to know this…”

It took Dean a few seconds and then he grinned widely, biting his lower lip, “From the girl at the men’s wear section at Chrysler’s!”

“I knew a girl had to be involved somehow!” Sam muffled.

“Boy! She was awesome, Sam! I swear it! Like one swoop and there it was! The tie was mounted on my chest…like I was a perfectly wrapped gift or something! I was waiting for her to open me up too or for her to ask me to open her up and then we could---”

“Dean!” Sam cried out to stop Dean with too much information, “Details that I really don’t care to know about!”

“Alright, alright grumpy!” Dean blurts, “You know? You should really get laid soon, kiddo!” Dean just finished with Sam’s tie, “And see? She taught me pretty good too!”

“Yeah, she did!”

“Seriously Sam, you have to roll around the hay pretty soon!”

“Dean, should I decide to do a little rolling anytime soon, I’d prefer not to do it on hay…”

“For the love of---even your jokes are boring, Sam!”