Dean walked back to the table with a confused look on his face. He had just been shot down by yet another beautiful babe.
"I don't get it Sammy. Chicks always go for the off duty Pilot."
Sam said nothing.
"Must be something to do with this bar. You think it could be mass demon possession?"
Sam choked on his beer as he tried to smoother his laughter.
"What's up with you?"
"Nothin'"
"Whatever, Freak. I gotta take a leak."
Dean reached the bathroom and realised with horror what was going on.
His fly had been down the whole time!