Disclaimer: I own nothing but the hosts/additional attendees of the party. I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester or Supernatural itself; this includes any of the supporting characters such as Ash.

Five minutes and Dean Winchester was already regretting taking this job from Ash's files. He felt his pride quickly slip from his grip as he stepped out of the dressing room and into the line of sight of everyone in the immediate vicinity.

Sam looked up at his brother and instantly broke into a smile.

"This is ridiculous! Costume parties should be against the law outside of Halloween!" Dean hissed as Sam got up to examine his costume.

"I don't know, Dean… you look pretty sexy in a pirate costume… sexier than Johnny Depp…" Sam replied very lowly, trying not to laugh as he completed his circle around the older Winchester brother.

Dean gave Sam his nastiest look, but then something behind his brother caught his eye. "I'm sure you'd look pretty sexy in that," he said, nodding behind Sam.

Sam turned around and his heart nearly stopped. He stood face-to-face with his personal nightmare.

"I'm sure you'd make a great clown," Dean said, biting back a laugh while patting Sam's shoulder.

"That's not funny, Dean…" Sam said, turning away from the clown mannequin.

"And neither is me wearing a pirate outfit," Dean replied, shrugging.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I already have my costume…" he mumbled, grabbing a bag off the chair next to the one he was sitting in.

"What? A French maid dress?" Dean asked with a smirk, winking at Sam.

Sam glared at him. "No. You'll see. Go take that off so we can pay for it and go…" he replied, nodding toward the dressing room.

Dean immediately took off towards the dressing room.

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Dean parked the Impala just outside the door to their motel room and quickly got out of the car, grabbing the bag and hiding the "Party Co." logo on the front.

Sam followed casually in pursuit with his bag, closing the motel room door and locking it.

"Alright, Sammy, show me whatcha got," Dean said, tossing his bag on his single bed.

"You'll see it tomorrow night at the party…" Sam replied, putting his costume bag in his laptop bag.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever…" He plopped down on his bed and turned on the TV. He closed his eyes to relax, dozing off to the sound of music videos on VH1.

It was a few hours later, about nine o'clock in the evening, when Dean woke up again. He felt something heavy against the left side of his body, and turned his head to see a sleeping Sam lying next to him.

Dean sighed, gently shaking Sam's arm that was draped across his abdomen.

"Dude, Sam, wake up…" Dean whispered. A couple of more shakes and he finally woke his younger brother up.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Sam, eyes half-open, asked hoarsely, stretching a bit.

"You're in my bed," Dean replied, a little louder than a whisper.

Sam looked at him, dazed. "Yeah… and…?"

"And, I told you you weren't sleeping with me until this job was done. I got us two singles because I'm upset with you for even taking this job," Dean replied, a little irate.

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "Can't you just get over it for one night? I miss your warmth…"

Dean rubbed his forehead. He, too, missed feeling Sam's body lying close to his, but he was still a little upset that he was dragged into this job of all the ones in Ash's files.

He snapped back to reality when he felt Sam nuzzle his neck.

"Okay, no." Dean sat up, getting off the bed. "No sex either."

"Not even angry sex?" Sam asked, a little bit of a pout on his lips.

"No. Now get into your own bed," Dean replied, hand on hip. His other hand was gesturing toward Sam's single bed to the left of his.

Sam sighed, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed to get up.

Dean watched the shorts-clad Sam crawl into his bed, then he himself layed back down on his, burying his face in his pillow.

(TBC)

I'm sorry the first chapter is really short, but I didn't expect to make this into an actual story with multiple chapters. I promise Chapter Two will be a little longer. Please R&R?