Disclaimer: I own nothing but Stewart (and he is a spin-off of an online comic that I don't own)

((The hilarious comic is Tomorrow's Nobodies))

Warnings: Cursing and Animal Harm (like really… animal harm.)

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"Get in the car Fatty, and put a tarp down first or change your clothes first because you're covered in 'Stewart Brains'.

Sam looked down.

"Ewww."

Back in the Impalaaaaaaaaaa!

"Dude, get over it. It was just a cow." Dean said to Sam

Sam was completely curled against the passenger side door, slowly clawing at the window with pools of tears running down his face.

"MY COW!" he cried… and began crying some more… (God what an emo...)

They had driven off after Sam had changed from his Stewart the cow's brain/blood soaked clothes.

But not before Dean got to do something he had always dreamed about doing.

35 minutes before

Sam was changing behind the Impala while Dean was checking out the still standing dead cow that he had shot. I mean… DEMON cow… yes…. Demon…

…It was evil… probably

"eww eww eww eww!!!!!"

Sam squealed holding the bloody clothes with his thumb and forefinger, debating on whether or not he was going to chunk it at Dean's cow-killing face.

"STEWART!!!" he cried again…

"Sam shut the hell up!" Dean screamed from the other side of the car.

Sam cried some more.

"Dude… I should have gotten one of those damn wishes you were going on about… get rid of the girl inside of him…" Dean said referring to Sam, while walking right up to the cow.

"So here we are. And you're dead. But before we go my bovinic friend I have one thing to add." Dean said

AUTHOR NOTE: HERE IS WHERE DEAN GETS TO DO THE DREAM THINGY!

Dean placed both hands slightly apart on the cow's side, standing with both legs firmly planted.

He closed his eyes…

"One…" Dean rocked back a little, then forward pushing on the cow.

"Two…" He repeated the rocking

"Three!" Dean exclaimed pushing as hard as he could against the dead cow.

The cow's body had already become hard with death, and with the final push DEAN TIPPED OVER A COW!

A loud thump noise…

Stewart fell on his side without his legs moving, still pointing outwards as if he was standing on upside down air.

"YES!!!" Dean yelled jumping up and down

"Man, I've always wanted to do that…" Dean said wiping the tears of happiness from his eyes.

"What was that noise?"

"Shit" Dean mumbled

Sam's head poked around the side of the Impala and rested on his seemingly jubilant older brother (who should be morning Stewart by the way) and then to the cow in question.

"NOoooooooooooooooooo!!" Sam yelled running forward in a clean t-shirt and boxer shorts.

"dude…" Dean exclaimed turning away from his brother

"First you shoot my magical wish giving cow…" Sam said evenly

"Yeah…" Dean interrupted smugly turning to the overturned cow

"Then you PUSH HIM OVER?!?!" Sam screamed

"What the hell is wrong with you?!???!" Sam asked running towards Dean

"Dude, it was a cow… just standing there. It wanted to be pushed over!" Dean defended

"It was dead! You killed it! Then you desecrate the body?!" Sam asked

"It… was… a… cow…" Dean said slowly

"I always wanted to tip a cow…" he continued

"But why MY cow?" Sam cried (jeez…)

"Sam, shut up, put some pants on, and get in the car." Dean called walking back to his car

Sam sniffed, patted Stewart on his side and walked back to the car to put some pants on.

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"Hey Dean…" Sam called from the trunk

"What?" Dean asked stepping around the car

THWACK!

Sam's bloody clothes hit him in the face, slowly sliding down his torso and then falling into a heap on the ground between his feet.

Sam was grinning like a moron for his successful revenge, but then his smile slipped as he saw Dean's expression.

"Sam… if we are going to have a war with cow entrails, I'm gonna saunter over to your buddy Stewart over there, cut him open, and then shove one of his fucking stomachs down your throat… You want me to do that?"

Sam's face turned completely white and he slowly shook his head 'no'.

"Ok then…" Dean cleaned himself up and they both drove past the dead cow.

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35 Minutes later (present… from the beginning, oh you get it.)

Sam looked out the car window, and then looked back at Dean.

"I miss my cow…" Sam said sadly

Dean sighed and took his hand off the wheel and began scrounging around behind Sam's seat.

"Here…" Dean said dropping something into Sam's lap

It was a soft, fuzzy, plushy cow stuffed animal that had giant blue anime eyes.

Sam held the cow up to his neck and began squealing in delight.

Dean blushed for his brother's embarrassment of cuddling a toy.

He cleared his throat.

"Squeeze it." Dean said

Sam looked at his brother oddly and then held the cow in his palm and wrapped his fingers around the plush…

"SQUEEK!!!" the toy squealed

"EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Sam squealed as well, hugging the cow and now constantly squeezing it

"sque- squeak!" the toy cow proclaimed

"oh man…" Dean sighed and allowed his brother to jump around in his seat and squeak the toy.

THE END!!!

TELL ME HOW I DONE!!!!

You all WISH you had a SQUEAKY COW PLUSHIE!!!

I DO TOO!!!!

Author runs off crying