A/N – This is what happens when one such as myself is totally bored out of their mind. You get a Supernatural crack!fic thing. Be very afraid. I own it all, I own Supernatural and Sam and Dean! Okay, no I don’t. But I can still wish right? Enjoy the oneshot.

What the Hell?

The café was a quaint little thing, with tiled floors, vinyl booths and old waitresses serving every customer that came through the door. The sweet aromas of various foods danced in the air, greeting the nose of a very hungry hunter. In a secluded section of the café sat the two Winchester brothers. Dean glanced around as the waitresses dashed here and there hurriedly to serve the food. He frowned. They had been sitting in the café for almost ten minutes and still no one came to take their order. His stomach grumbled loudly to let know Sam his older brother was hungry.

Sam sighed and peeked from behind the menu he was scanning. “Can you at least try to get their attention?” he groaned.

Dean looked back at his brother. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“Goofing around on my laptop,” Sam sighed.

Sitting opened in front of Dean was Sam’s laptop. Dean had snatched it from his younger brother and started searching through the Internet out of pure boredom. Sam rolled his eyes as Dean went back to staring intently at the laptop’s glowing screen.

“What are you even doing?” Sam dared to ask.

“Researching.”

“Researching my butt,” Sam muttered. “I swear Dean, if you download some sort of virus on my computer because you were looking at porn sites again I’ll demolish you Impala.”

Dean quickly glanced up at his brother, murder suddenly evident in his eyes. “Like hell you will!”

Sam merely shook his head and went back to the café’s menu. Dean smirked to himself. He opened up Google. The search bar came up, blank. Dean began typing something in quickly. He typed in his own full name. Dean was curious to see what would come up if he Googled his own name. Which is what brought him to do this. He clicked the search button. The page loaded and different links came up. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“How the hell do you get Jensen Ackles from Dean Winchester?” he asked out loud.

Sam looked back out from behind the menu. He sent his brother a puzzled look. “What? I thought you were doing research for our next job!”

Dean only ignored him and continued scrolling down the Google links. His confusion only increased at the links that came up from searching his name.

“Sam, do you have any idea what The CW is?” Dean questioned, still not peeling his eyes away from the computer screen.

“No,” Sam replied. “Why?”

“Just wondering. What’s Supernatural?” Dean looked up at his brother, confusion obvious on his face.

Sam shrugged. “How should I know? Dean, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Dean went back to the laptop.

He continued scrolling down the screen and ignored the links to some TV show called Supernatural, or links that led to the website for The CW. His eyes landed on a lone link that seemed curious.

“Did you Google your name again?” Sam sighed.

“Maybe,” Dean replied. “And can you believe it. Some idiot spelled our name wrong! They spelled Wincest!”

“How do you get Wincest from Winchester?” Sam laughed.

Sam got out of the booth and sat down next to his brother on the other side of the table. Curiosity got the better of him. He stared at the screen with Dean.

“It’s a story,” Dean said. “It’s about two brothers named Sam and Dean Winches…” Dean’s voice trailed off and he looked at his brother.

“Holy crap!” the younger brother exclaimed. Several parents looked at the Winchesters disapprovingly. “It’s about Sam and Dean Winchester! It’s about us!”

“It’s a story about demons,” Dean continued, not overreacting as badly as Sam. “Why did they spell our names like Wincest?”

“How do people know about us?” Sam continued freaking out. “Do you think it was a demon? Someone’s on to our secret!”

“Shut up Sammy,” Dean murmured.

“The demons must be doing this!” Sam panicked. His older brother just ignored him.

“What the hell is Wincest?” Dean questioned.

He traced his fingers across the tiny mouse pad and clicked on the link. Dean and Sam waited for the page to load. A white screen came up, soon followed by paragraphs of text. Sam and Dean leaned in slowly so as to read the story. They read paragraph after paragraph until they reached the very bottom of the story. Both their eyes widened from pure and utter horror.

“Oh, my God!” Sam shouted.

“Holy hell!” Dean’s own shout soon followed.

A few people looked over their shoulders at the two Winchesters. Dean quickly slammed the laptop shut. Both stared blankly into the abyss, their skin paling a bit. What they had just read officially scarred them for life. Never again would Dean Google his name. Both the brothers wished they never found out what Wincest was.

“We never speak of this again,” Dean spoke up, breaking the silence.

Sam nodded his head quickly. “Agreed.”

Dean and Sam jumped out of the booth. Sam carried the laptop under his arm and walked in a quick pace. Dean followed after him, passing a few waitresses. They walked out the door, causing the little bell on it to chime. They went out into the small parking lot and approached the car.

Dean frowned to himself and hissed, “I knew I should have asked Jeeves!”

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