"Of all places, Dean," Sam began, "of all dives, hole-in-the-walls, taverns, whatever you want to call it…" Sam took a swig of his beer. "And you had to choose this bar."

Dean looked up from where he sat. Lifting his longneck in salute to the woman who towered above him, Dean could only smile.

"The movie was better," Sam whined.

In unison, each brother's gaze went from the woman's ankle, to torso, up to her head, and right back down again to the bar counter.

"Jesus, Sammy," Dean replied, eyes locked above and mouth catching flies, "less talk. Just enjoy the view, will ya?"

Rolling his eyes, Sam's face reddened beneath Coyote Ugly's blinking neon sign, and he ordered another beer.