They were celebrating a job well done, another werewolf taken out before the kill count got above three.

"Come on Sammy, do shots with me."

"I don't know Dean…"

"Come on…be a man!"

"I am a-" Sam glared and grabbed a shot. He and Dean clinked glasses and knocked it back. Dean signaled the bartender, and soon he and Sam were pleasantly buzzed, and soon they were completely smashed.

Sam giggled into his glass, "Dude, remember that time…"

"Yeah, yeah, with the thing..."

"And it was like…"

"BOOM!"

They dissolved into laughter.

Something bright and flashing caught Dean's eye, "Oh my God, look! Lets play!"

"No no no no no, I'm not…I'm not playing that."

"Come on Sammy." Dean tried to imitate Sam's puppy dog eyes.

Sam sighed, "Oh alright."

They stumbled to their feet and made there way over to a large video council in the back of the room. Neither of them had heard of the game before; it was a first person shooter, and two small plastic riffles were strapped to it.

Dean snorted, picking up his gun, "They think this is realistic?"

Sam turned his over and grinned, "What's wrong, don't think you can handle it?"

"You are so going down."

Sam studied the council, "Uh, actually I think it's a cooperative game."

"Oh. Well, I'm still going to get a higher kill count than you."

Sam laughed as he fished out a handful of quarters and fed the machine.

Soon the brothers were shooting left and right, every shot taking out another opponent and racking up the score. After a while a small crowd formed behind them alternating between cheering and cringing, and shouting out warnings or tips.

It only took about an hour for the skilled hunters to beat the game. The screen announced "WINNER! High Score!" There was a smattering of applause as the crowd behind them began to disperses and go back to their respective tables. Sam grinned and punched in "SDW" when he was prompted for initials.

"Dude, what's that even stand for?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

"…well, why not Dean and Sam Winchester?"

"Because I had the higher score!"

"No way! The game must have recorded it wrong."

Sam looked at Dean seriously, "There's no use denying it." He sighed, "I guess now we know who the better hunter is…"

Dean punched his brother's shoulder, "You wish. Winning in a video game proves nothing."

"Sure Dean. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Oh yeah? Well next rounds on you."