"Dean? What the hell…." Sam said in a very groggy voice. Dean was thumping him in the head repeatedly to rouse Sam from a deep sleep.

"Get up Sammy, we have a vampire strip club to hit!" Sam could hear the near glee in Dean's voice. He had been itching for some supernatural action for weeks.

"I turned in early for a reason Dean. We have been researching this damn vampire nest for weeks. How did you suddenly get a hit on a vampire strip club in what…"Sam asked squinting at his watch, "In the 4 hours I've been asleep?"

Dean was packing his gear as Sam struggled to wake himself up enough to understand what his brother was saying. Humming a little Styx, Dean moved like a whirlwind through the room. He quickly grabbed the long bladed silver knife his dad had given him for his 18th birthday, sliding it into its sheath at his waist.

"I took my sweet ass down to the café around the corner to avoid hearing you snort and snuff in your sleep." Dean hated falling asleep after Sam. He snored like an elephant.

Dean bent over to grab a bag of stakes from under the bed while Sam pulled on his Doc Marten's that had been kicked under the table that set between the two full sized beds.

"And Dean….?" Sam tried to get his brother to finish his sentence before they both died of old age.

"Oh, yeah!" Dean said in a distracted voice. "I met a chic wearing a hot metallic pink mini skirt, barely covering her ass, while was eating my cherry pie. She was getting ready to head to a local club and invited us along."

To Dean, these things happened all the time. Women would act like a ravenous pack of wolves to get a date with him. Sam doubted he was actually invited by her, but Dean always managed to drag him into his crazy plans.

"So how did you manage to find out it is a vampire strip club? What did she show you her sharp teeth and stripper tattoos?" Sam asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No Bitch, she didn't have sharp teeth." Dean said snidely.

"Her tattoos were hot though. She had shooting stars that popped up out of her skimpy little top. I think they went down to her nipples man." Dean was trying to get Sam excited by this excursion.

Hot chics and booze would make up for some of the time they had wasted trying to find the nest that was rumored to be in the area. Dean figured if they found a lead then he and Sam could head back to the club the next night for some fun.

Dean was way too excited about a possibly walking into a club full if vampires. Sam was beginning to wonder what was in the pie he had eaten. Of course he would follow his brother just about anywhere, so Sam tried to move a little faster to please Dean.

"Dean. You still haven't explained the whole vampire link." Sam was still struggling to follow his brother's scattered story He wanted to make sure he knew what was up before they got into the thick of a hunt.

"Ok Sammy," Dean's voice ringing behind Sam with annoyance. "I am getting to it."

Dean left the conversation at that as he shut the bathroom door behind him. Sam would have to wait for Dean to take a piss to hear the rest of the story.

Exiting the bathroom at a more rushed pace then he had entered it, Dean picked up where he left off.

"So Mia, that is the hot chic's name by the way. Mia stopped at my table on her way out of the café, saying how hot I was and that I would fit in perfectly at this joint down the road."

Sam interrupted his brother with a snort. "Yeah, because you look like the club type; Worn work boots and a flannel over shirt."

Dean had changed into a black button up shirt and new jeans while he had been in the bathroom. Sam was moving way too slow. He hadn't noticed Dean was ready to walk out the door. Dean was standing by the motioning Sam to hurry it along.

Running his hands through his shaggy brown hair, Sam pull himself up off the bed and hurried to the sink beside the bathroom door. Splashing cold water on his face, Sam began to feel less tired. The few hours of sleep helped some. Still Sam hoped the club was just full of horny rednecks so he could be back in bed, alone, within a few short hours.

"What can I say? I am so damn hot no woman can withstand flannel when I wear it. I make it cool, dude." Dean looked very pleased with himself as he opened the motel room's door.

He didn't look like he was going to wait any longer for Sam to get ready. Sam quickly grabbed his dark brown coat and followed Dean out the door.

"Anyways, Mia bent over my pie, whispered into my ear, and yes I was distracted by her breasts almost touching the whipped cream on plate. But, she said she would get off on nibbling my neck. "

Sam could just barely believe a scantily clad woman would tell a perfect stranger she wanted to bite his neck. Only in Dean's world. He attracted all kinds of women; anywhere from soccer moms to, apparently, vampire wanna bees.

"Do you really think you were hit on by a vampire, man?" Sam shook his head in disbelief. It usually took more than Dean's hot ass to find a vampire. How did his brother find these women?

Turning to Sam as he reached the Impala's large trunk, Dean said, "Dude, I didn't say she was a vampire. I told her I was into a bit of rough sex, but not in front of a crowd. I asked if we could go back to her place and she said she needed to go have a special drink first."

Dean had finished packing up their gear into the already overcrowded trunk and gently closed the heavy lid. Sam watched his brother with an annoyed frown, finding it hard to listen Dean talk so casually about hitting a woman up for sex.

"I could have lived without the images I get from the rough sex part, Dean. Do you always have to overshare?" Sam said in disgusted voice.

Dean always talked way too much when it came to sex. He still acted like a hungry 17 year old picking his way through the cheerleading squad in high school.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam as they walked towards the front of the Impala. 'Gotta get Sammy laid,' Dean thought to himself. He was way too uptight sometimes. Dean wanted to help him relax and enjoy the finer things in life like free sex with wild women.

Sliding into his Baby always made Dean feel better. He wasn't going to let Sam bring him down from this high. They hadn't hunted anything in nearly a month. Dean was itching to get back in the game. But he wouldn't mind getting a different kind of action tonight either. Anything to relieve this boredom he had been feeling for weeks.

As Sam lowered his large torso down onto the leather seat and slid his long limbs under the Impala's dash, Dean started the engine. Man, he loved the way she purred to life under his touch. And he loved having his brother ride shotgun.

"As I was saying Miss Prude, I told Mia the drink must be really special if it turned her on that much. That's when she told me it was rumored to have vampire blood in it." Dean looked really proud of himself as he pulled out of the dingy motel's parking lot.

"I guess we have moved on a lead with less information. But really Dean, Vampire blood in a drink? I know it can do crazy things to humans, even make them hunger for sex, but what made you think she might be telling the truth?"

Sam would have liked more proof of vampires being in town. More than a sexed-up waitress word for it, more than Dean being horny and jazzing for a hunt. Sam would back Dean up anyway, but he felt uneasy about walking into a club that might have humans and vampires mingling. It could end very badly.

The club was only a few miles from the motel. Sam wondered how he hadn't noticed it before now. Since he had never been into clubbing, Sam guessed he had never paid attention to where they were located.

"Listen genius, I asked more questions. I wasn't going to fly in there unprepared."

Dean seemed a little hurt by Sam's line of questioning. He knew his job, dammit. He didn't need Sam to question his leads.

Pulling into the nearly full parking lot, Dean had to park in the rear. Not the best place to be if something bad went down inside, but Dean would take what he could get. At least the Impala was parked out of site of the road. Less chance anyone would notice it being there.

"Mia said the drink made you feel like you were flying and made you want sex more than a Nun in her 10th year of celibacy." Dean said with a smirk. He loved embarrassing Sam.

"When she told me the bartender mixed whatever drink you wanted, added a thick red liquid at the end that made it bubble and charged $20 bucks a drink, I knew we might be onto something."

Dean turned off the engine and twisted in his seat to look at Sam. "Dude, we go in check the place out and leave if the lead is a dead end. I will even go back to the motel, without Mia, just to prove I am not being lead around by my dick. "

Sam hated when Dean tried to make him feel guilty. He knew his brother was good at his job, no great at it. When Dean blindly followed leads, not waiting to check them out first, it worried Sam. He wanted Dean to be more careful, less willing to put his life in danger. Sam should have realized Dean wouldn't risk all the people in the club on a whim.

"Dean, I wasn't questioning your instincts. But man, what do you expect? Waking me up with a crazy vampire stripper club line? I was dead asleep and you didn't give me any time to wake up."

Sam still looked kind of sleepy, but he was already surveying the building. Checking for the entrance or exits for anything suspicious, Sam was ready to hunt, ready to back up Dean.