Dean liked women. He liked Busty Asian Beauties. He liked long legs and the treasure in between. He liked girls getting it on with other girls.

Dean Winchester especially liked girl fights.

"Dean. What are you doing?" Sam sat down next to his older brother with a beer in hand.

"Two words, Sammy. Chick. Fight."

Sam rolled his eyes, but only to get a rise out of Dean. Sam so was not going to miss out on this. Luckily they were in a seedy bar, so it wasn't likely to get broken up too soon. He looked over at the two girls who were just seconds away from ripping each other's hair out with their manicured nails.

Sam looked at his brother and laughed aloud. "Dude. You're on the edge of your seat right now."

"No shit, Sammy! I'm pumped!" As if to prove it, he chugged down a completely full beer.

"You're an id-"

"YOU WHORE!"

Dean excitedly tapped Sam on the arm. "It's starting!"

Suddenly they were on top of each other, actually throwing punches instead of stupid bitch slaps. The blonde girl was on top of the red head and was viciously trying to rip her hair out. Stunned only for a moment, Red kneed Blondie in the stomach.

"I hope he knocked you up, you fat whore!"

Blondie screamed like a wild animal and clawed Red's face. Red grabbed a bottle to hit Blondie on the head, but she ducked and was hit on her left arm instead. She stumbled down and Red yanked her up by the hair. Blondie got away by elbowing her in Red's large breasts.

"I hope I didn't ruin them. I heard that plastic was expensive! SLUT!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"I don't fuck used toys, you sk-"

She was cut off by Red's fist. There was a moment of wrestling and Blondie had the upper hand. She took red by the hair and used her face to wipe down the bar, resulting in a ton of broken glasses. Red took Blondie's head and slammed it into the pillar right next to where Dean was sitting. Dean turned to Sam, with his mouth open in awe.

Dean would be the kind of guy to fangirl over girl fights. Sam rolled his eyes, yet again.

The women were getting tired out quickly. Now they were just shoving, slapping, and tearing out hair. The bartender realized they were no longer entertaining and threw them both out of the bar.

"That. Was. AWESOME! We are so coming back here one day!" Dean was practically skipping back to the Impala.

Sam got in the car, laughing at Dean's enthusiasm. "How do you know there's going to be a girl fight at this exact bar right when you come back?"

"I'm a righteous man, Sammy. I pray and I get what I want. A girl fight isn't too much to ask for, now is it Cas?"

Sam jumped. He didn't even see the angel in the backseat. Which was a bit too creepy for Sam.

Cas tilted his head in confusion. "I do not understand your excitement over this violence, Dean. It is... Unsettling."

Sam sighed as Dean started ranting. It was going to be a long ten minutes back to the motel.

A/N I own nothing.