"W-E-N-D-I-G-O, Wendigo, that's forty points."

Grace Carrington was kicking her aunts butt in scrabble, her aunt did have demensia, but still, she was winning. Isn't this how all 24 year old attractive females spend their friday nights? Playing scrabble, watching jeopardy re-runs on the game show network, drinking hot cocoa, and hanging out with their aunt talking about new crochet patterns and the Great Depression.

"R-E-D, red, that six points."

"Why don't you try spelling words longer than three letters Aunt Mary? Maybe you will get more points."

"You want more fruit nuts? Grace, honey I don't have any fruit nuts, what are you talking about? Are you feeling well?"

"Never mind Aunt Mary, never mind"

"S-H-T-R-I-G-A, Shtriga, that's fifty points."

"C-A-N, can, that's five points."

......it was going to be a long night.

"C-A-N-D-I, Candi, and my number is 447-8903."

"Wow what a great way to spell Candi, I don't think I have ever seen it spelt that way."

"Yeah, well my name is really Candice, but I thought that was like so...........boring you know?"

"Yeah...that's great."

Candi was a tall glass of water, bleach blonde hair, with breasts that looked on the verge of being to big for her body, and Dean Winchester could tell just by looking down her top, they were real....and they were spectacular. It was a friday night, Dean and Sam had just finished up a hunt, and Dean needed a good break. And what better way to spend it then with Candi with an I.

Of course Sam being a dud had one beer and went back to the motel to do reasearch on yet another case. He spent all of his time with his eyes glued to the computer.

Dean's eyes were currently glued to Candi's breasts. Sure she may have been ditzy, a tad bit slutty, and whole lot of drunk. But those where the type of women Dean could get while hunting. Women who didn't want any emotional attachment, who really didn't care about him, and simply wanted a good fuck.

"So do you want to get out of here?"

"You got it, just let me tell my girls I am leaving."

And off she went, sloshing over on her hooker heels, practically tripping over a bar stool to go tell her friends she was leaving with Dean.

.......it was going to be a long night.