Sorry, everyone, apparently I share Dean's wickedly disgusting sense of humor.
Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just playing around with Eric Kripke's masterpiece of creation.
Go Ahead, Ask Sam Where Dean's Mind Is
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Hearing good-humored chuckling coming from behind the sticky menu his brother was holding, Sam ended his perusal and peeked over the top edge of his own, lifting an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Dean lowered his menu, throwing the younger man an all-to-familiar smirk. "Dude," he hissed, "they have a sandwich on the menu called 'Steak in the Grass'. That's…that's like almost pornographic!"
Sam shook his head in mock dismay, well used to Dean's often off-color humor. "You are a disgusting individual, Dean. We're ordering food here." He was about to turn his attention back to his menu when another hearty laugh from Dean snagged his attention. "Now what?"
"No, this one fits you better, Sammy. 'Chicken in the Grass'. Get it?"
A well placed foot to Dean's shin ended his outright chortling, but his bottle-green eyes still blazed with merriment.
"Seriously. Disgusting." Sam huffed out a breath.
"Aw, c'mon, Sam. You gotta admit—that's funny. 'Cause, you know, you never wanna take the little guy to the playground to have some fun."
"Dean, I swear, if you don't shut up, I'm gonna invent another sandwich for their menu called 'Fist in the Face'."
"Oh, now, Sammy, that's just plain mean."