/That's Samantha /

"Hey, this is Doug, sorry I'm not here right now. If you could leave your name, number and a brief message, I'll get back to you."

"Hey, this is Phil. Leave me a message, or don't- but do me a favor, don't text me, it's gay."

"Hello, you've reached Dr. Stuart Price Divine Dentistry, sorry I can't pick up the phone…"

"Bonjour! This is Sam. Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number and a brief voicemail. I'll call you when I can."

-

"Hello?"

"Tracy. It's Phil."

"Phil, where the hell are you guys?"

"We fucked up." Phil said.

"What do you mean?"

" The whole bachelor party, it got out of control." he paused. "We can't find Doug."

"What do you mean you can't find him?" Tracy spit out.

"He's missing."

"Phil, we are get married in five hours!"

Phil sighed and swallowed. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

-

Before we can get into that, let's rewind it a little. Shall we?

Sam was texting Tracy when she called and they talked for a while.

"Hey, Sam?" She asked.

Samantha was in her room, doing her nails. "Yeah?"

"Would you like to go to the bachelor party, considering you are my best friend? And Maid of Honor?"

"Well technically, I'm not a Bachelor..."

"No. But still." Tracy said.

"I'd love too!"Sam said.

"Awesome. I need someone to watch the boys." Tracy replied.

"So babysitter?"

"Uhm..." Tracy started.

I guess I have a sort of...Privlege." Sam said while laughing.

"That being you are my best friend and Doug's sister. Yes?"

"Indeed." Sam said.

"So, what're you up to?"

"Painting my nails." Sam replied.

"Really?" Tracy asked.

"And watching Supernatural."

"Samantha Addison Danielle Billings! You said you were, and I quote 'So done with that show'." Tracy said matter-of-factly.

Sam sighed. "I know, I know. But Dean and Sam are so awesome. And that guy Andy from the episode 'Simon Said'- Ugh. Amazing."

Tracy chuckled. "I have to go. I need to go finish some plans and a few orders."

Sam nodded to herself. "Okay. Have fun."

"I will. Because writing and signing stuff is 'fun'." Tracy said.

Sam grinned. "Bye Trace."

"Bye Samie."

"Yeah yeah. Bye." Sam said. "Oh, and it is Sam." She said while hanging up.

Tracy laughed at that and turned off her phone, going off to sign things. Sam finished packing and set her bag on the ground. She ran down the stairs, bags with her, Alan and Doug waiting for her. She smiled and walked past them, setting car bags in the car.

Alan and Doug walked out as she got in. "Jesus..." She whispered. "Awesome."

"You and I get to drive. No one else touches it." Doug said as he got in. Alan pointed to the road.

"Let's hit it." He said, getting in and closing his door.

-

Sam looked at a school as they pulled up. "Is he out yet?" Sam asked, looking fot her best friend.

"I dunno..." Said Doug.

"Do you have to park so close?" Alan asked, hand on his head, sliding down the seat. Doug looked back at Sam, and Sam shrugged.

"Yes, why?" questioned Doug, obviously confused. Alan shrunk down more.

"I shouldn't be here. I'm not aloud to be within 200 feet of a school." he began, scratching his beard. Sam's mouth opened and then she closed it.

"What?" asked Doug. He was shocked.

"Or a Chuck'E'Cheese." he finished awkwardly. Sam tried to hide her laughter under her breath, but failed. Doug turned and glared at her.

Fianlly Phil came out. Sam saw him and grinned.

"Mr. Wenneck…" began a kid, following Phil. Phil kept walking, obviously trying to avoid him.

"It's the weekend, Budnick. I don't know you, you don't exist." he said walking up to the car. He looked at it and whistled.

"Damn, nice car. I'm driving." He threw his bag next to Sam and grinned at her. Doug looked at him.

"Uh...No." He said.

Phil rolled his eyes, and hopped in the back. "What's up Samie?" He asked, turning to Sam and moving his sunglasses down slightly.

Sam looked at him. "For one thing, it's Sam. For another, I'm good. Glad I get to go. How are you?" She replied.

"Glad I get to go to Vegas." He said while rubbing his hands together. "Who's this?" he asked, pointing towards Alan. Doug sighed.

"Alan, Tracy's brother." he replied, starting the car up again.

Alan looked back at Phil, "Dude, I've met you like four times."

"Oh yeah. How've you been man?" Phil asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

-
Now for the final piece, Stuart Price. When they rolled up to the house, after waiting about five seconds, Phil thought it would be good to get his attention.

Cupping his hands on the sides of his mouth, he screamed, "Paging Dr. Douchebag!" Sam laughed as he paused. "Dr. Douchebag Paging Dr. Douchebag!" A few minutes later, Stu came out with the lingering figure of…her. Melissa. The bitch.

"God, I was just covering for you," he began, putting his things into the trunk. He slid into the car and looked at her. "Hey Sam."

Sam waved at him. "Hey oh, Stu."

Stu smiled at Sam and turned towards the car door. Leaning against it and taking notes on something.

Phil and Sam started talking as Doug pulled away, driving down the road.

-—-—

"ROAD TRIP!" screamed Alan, waving his face in the air like a dog. San couldn't help but snicker, then cover her mouth. He looked at a girl in the car next to them. "VEGAS BABY!"

The girl flipped him off, and he sat down.. Sam laughed, then noticed a beer Phil had in his hand. She grinned , stealing the beer out of Phil's hand and taking a sip.

"Oh come on! Let me drive. Everyone's passing us." said Phil, whining slightly. Sam looked at him.

"Quite your whining boy." She said in a thick country accent. (A/N: Cheers to those who read that out loud in a country accent. :) )

"Alan, please explain to them about the car." asked Doug, still eyeing the road.

"My dad loves this car more than he loves me." Alan said. Sam felt her heart drop a little.

"Whatever man! I'm leaving my wife and kid at home to go on this trip!" stated Phil. Sam laughed at his expression.

Alan commented on how sweet it was. "Are you kidding? I fucking hate my life, and I'm going through a divorce. I would stay in Vegas if I could."

"Here we go." muttered Doug. Sam rolled her eyes. Stu rolled his eyes as well, while Alan looked very into a book he was reading.

"Alright, it says here we should work in teams. Who wants to be my spotter?" asked Alan. He was obviously reading about Blackjack.

"Alan, Tracy said no gambling. And plus, it sounds like you want to count cards!" Sam replied, stealing the book from him and looking at the title. Doug nodded.

"Plus it is illegal." He added.

Sam looked at him. "Not exactly illegal more or less frowned upon and you'll get beat up."

"Illegal." Doug said.

Sam crossed her arms. "Alan, I can count cards."

He turned to look at her, as did Stu and Phil, Doug glanced at her in the rear-view mirror. "You can?" They all asked in unison.

Sam nodded. "I used to play invisible cards with my bestie Abbey when I was little. I kept track of the 'cards' as we played. That's how I learned." Sam explained.

Doug shook his head, putting emphasis on the word "Illegal."

Phil rolled his eyes, gesturing towards her. "At least she has a reason."

Alan turned back to look at the road. Doug sighed. "And you have to be smart to do it."

"Well it's not illegal, it's frowned upon. Like Sam said. And plus it's a foul proof system." he retorted, being completely serious. Sam rubbed her forehead.

"Well after nine/eleven, everyone got sensitive. Thanks a lot, Bin Laden." he paused. "And besides, Rain Man basically bank rupt a casino and he was a ruhtard." stated Alan.

"It's retard." Doug corrected

(A/N: I hope it is good. I'm following the script as best as I can.)