AN: Hi! This is my first SPN fic. I doubt it will be my last. Anyway, this is a dream I had the other night. Which is why it's stupid. But I hope you find it funny~! Oh, and the panty man song is something from Elvis Duran. I'd provide a link, but ff hates links. -sad face- Anyway, I don't own the boys. But I do own Sol.


Three Winchesters and a sun devil walk into a bar in Mexico…

Sam watched as Dean and the girl exchanged banter that seemed to center around his height. Despite the insults, she seemed to be completely comfortable sitting next to him, his arm slung across the back of the seat. The sun devil, as she had become affectionately known, wasn't staying with them past this one hunt.

"All right, you two," John said, interrupting the pair. "We've got a job to do here."

"Aye aye, sah!" the sun devil replied with a cocky salute.

"Sol and I'll check out the second floor," Dean said as they slid out of the booth.

Sam looked at his father as they left. "Do you think they'll actually get anything done?"

John grinned. "Probably not any work."

Truthfully, the taller members of this quartet would be surprised that Sol and Dean were in fact getting work done as opposed to getting it on. Whether or not the reason is because they didn't even get the chance would forever remain a mystery. Why? Because the two Mexican demons came running down the stairs. Sol yelped as Dean pushed her back before she could get run over and he called for Sam and John. While the Winchester boys were busy, Sol ran to the bar and scooped out a handful of tiny white skulls. She selected one and chucked it at one of the khaki colored demons.

"SOL! SINGING 'THE PANTY MAN' WHILE PELTING THEM WITH STUPID LITTLE SKULLS ISN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!"

"I KNOW THAT, JOHN! I HAVE TO GET THE SKULLS WET FIRST!"

Dean facepalmed as Sol scampered over to a sink and shoved her hands under the water. Sam looked at her while talking to Dean and helping his father with the second demon.

"Why is she singing that?"

"I don't know, man."