"Why the long face Broody McBroodington?" Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he turned to look at Sam. "I know you love to angst and have a reputation to uphold, but seriously dude, we have to get you out of your emo funk. I'm not going to spend the last year of my life with you sulking in the background. You're acting like freakin' Eeyore, smile, geez."

Sam continued to stare off into the distance, watching the yellow lines on the road go by. "And what is your master plan oh enlightened one? How are we going to get me out of my "emo funk"?" he retorted sarcastically.

Dean's eyes opened wide. For a second he was a little taken aback by Sam's response, but he bounced, and soon he shot back. "What? Are you still pissed that a chick had to save your ass? Is that it?" They had fought the Seven Deadly Sins weeks ago and he couldn't believe that Sam was still hung up on that.

"No, that's not it!" Sam hadn't told Dean what he had found out about that "chick". He found out that she was a demon named Ruby, who knew more about his own family than he did.

"Dude, you need to relax. You are way to uptight." Dean turned his eyes back to the road for a second, thinking. Then, he had one of those light bulb moments where something just clicks. "I've got it! We are going to find a bar, get you drunk, and get you a girl to cheer you up. Granted, she will have to be completely smashed to pick you over me, but that can be arranged."

Sam leaned his head on the headrest with an exasperated sigh, closing his eyes. He knew it was pointless to argue with Dean once he had gotten an idea into his head. "Wake me up when we get there."

"And the score is, one for Dean, zero for Sam." Dean was actually surprised at how quickly Sam had given in to his plan. He reached under the seat, grabbed one of his prehistoric cassette tapes, and put it in the tape player. A smile spread across his face as he forgot all about the way Sam was acting and the speakers exploded with the music of Led Zeppelin.

They continued on down the road until Dean saw a neon sign that said "The Alibi". The parking lot was overflowing with cars and crawling with people. The entrance was like on of those before and after pictures, people walking in of their own power, people stumbling out clinging to their friends. "Perfect." Dean said quietly to himself as he pulled into the parking lot, watching three drunken girls stumble through the parking lot. He easily maneuvered the Impala into an empty parking space and took the keys out of the ignition. He gave the sleeping Sam a shove, "Wake up Grumpy." He said as he got out of the car. Dean headed towards the doors with a groaning Sam dragging his feet behind him. "Ladies." Dean said with a nod of his head to a pair of giggling girls that were leaving as he walked in. He turned to look at Sam, "Find a table Sammy, I'll get the drinks and get a look at the lay of the land." Sam turned his back on Dean and Dean thought that he heard him mumble, "It's Sam, I'm not three." as he walked away to find an empty table.

As he walked to the bar Dean scanned the room for a girl that would be good for Sam. He saw plenty of girls that he would like to cheer him up, but Sam liked a certain type of girl and they were hard to find, that kid was high maintenance. Then, just before he reached the bar he spotted her. Red headed and smiling, her fiery curls bounced as she laughed. She had a bottle in front of her and her eyes shone as she talked to her friends. What made her completely perfect for Sam was that when Dean passed he spotted a book sticking out of her purse; it had something to do with spirits and demons. Filled with self-pride, Dean ordered drinks and went to the table that Sam had gotten. "Who's you favorite brother?" He asked as he dropped into his seat.

"Well I'm pretty sure it's not the one sitting next to me or the one whose name rhymes with been." Sam had a looked of mock thoughtfulness plastered on his face as he took his drink from Dean. "So will you please enlighten me as to who my favorite brother is oh strange one?"

"Well, technically I am not sitting next to you, I'm across from you, and only my first name rhymes with bean, my middle and last names don't. I guess you just don't want to see the girl I picked out for you." Dean said, casually leaning back in his seat. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to make sure that the girl was still there, she was. She had reached into her purse and pulled out the book. All of her friends laughed as they spotted the book and some of them begged her to put it away. Dean knew that if this whole thing was going to work he had to make it seem like Sam had picked the girl himself. "Poor girl." Dean said trying to sound sympathetic. The truth was that there was many a time that he had laughed like that at Sam for reading something.

"What girl?" Sam asked, slowly looking around.

"The one whose friends are laughing at her because she is just trying to read her book. The red head."

After a few seconds of looking around, Sam spotted her. "Yeah, poor girl." He said, sounding distant and not taking his eyes off of her.

"You know, I had a great girl picked out for you, but if you can find someone better then have at it." Dean suggested, hoping Sam would go for it.

"Yeah. Maybe." Sam had that shy Bambi tone to his voice as he looked back down at his drink.

"I can go talk to her for you, or distract her friends. I'll be your wingman, Pokey to your Gumbi, Robin to your Batman. Come on man." Dean sat there, eyes begging Sam to go for it.

"Fine, go ahead Pokey." Sam said with a faint and shy smile.