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Believe it or not, I wrote this on a vacation sleepover. Lol. Enjoy!
Dean and Sam were in the middle of no where's hotel: Zilch. There were several games in the hotel room, but the Winchesters settled on Trivial Pursuit.
"For the winning piece, Sammy-boy," Dean mocked.
Sam sighed, "Its Sam."
Dean grumbled something before saying, "Fine. Music, right?"
"You'll never get this," Dean commented before reciting. "'What song finds Sisqo exclaiming, 'She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck; thighs like a what, what, what; baby move your butt, butt, butt.'?'"
"'The Thong Song,'" Sam said without hesitation and grabbed his winning piece.
Dean stared, stunned. But he didn't stay that way long and commented while patting Sam on the back, "College-boy has a dirty past. I taught him right."