An Interlude with Beef

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?'

"Nothing."

"Sounds boring."

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Wanna do something?"

"Like what?"

"Does it matter?"

"Probably not."

"Okay then, grab your coat, I got us a lead."

"A lead?"

"Yup."

"On what?"

"Would you believe, cattle mutilations?"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Our life is weird..."

"Undeniably so. Now c'mon, I'm starved."

"Wait a second-"

"Sam."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Cattle mutilations?"

"Okay so maybe I was exaggerating a bit. But I didn't think you'd just go, if I said I was hungry and in the mood for steak, and well the cattle had to be mutilated to end up on my plate, right?"

"Your logic defies."

"I know. Now c'mon – I'm withering away to nothing here."

"Yeah. Nothing, all right."

"Aw, c'mon, Sammy, you know you love me."

"I know you're certifiable."

"So is grade A beef. Now let's go. There's a steak out there with my name on it."

"Yeah, and it probably says '100% Bull.'"

"Hey!"

"I'm coming. I'm coming."

"You know, it's a good thing you're my brother."

"Oh and why is that?"

"Because, that's all."

And how in the world could Sam argue with that?

The end.