"Just drink it."

Sam scowled at his brother. "No, Dean."

Dean shoved his shoulder. "Pussy." Then he took the shot with gusto. Dean shook his head at the hard liquor and exhaled. "Boom," he bragged.

"Jeeze…" Sam mused, "It's the middle of the apocalypse, and you're taking shots with the weirdest names I've ever heard."

The bartender came back to flirt with his brother some more. "Can I get you anything else?" Dean smiled at her. "Two 'Big Red Dog's por favor?"

"Certainly." The brunette left.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I swear. If I had a dime for every chick you've ever-"

She came back and passed Dean the weird drinks. "Just holler if you need anything else." Dean looked to Sam. "I like her."

"I bet you do."

Dean passed his brother the other small glass. "Drink it, demon boy."

Sam scowled at him and took the glass. "On three," Sam hissed. "One," Dean started. "Two," Sam continued. "Three," the two said in unison and they both took the shot.

"Jesus that was disgusting," Sam laughed.

"Hell yeah. That's the point."

Suddenly, Sam's phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket and answered.

"Bobby?"

"Hey guys, I think I have a job down here in Texas."

"Who is it?" Dean asked, slightly tipsy.

"Bobby," Sam replied, "He says he might have a job for us. Go on."

"Is Dean drunk?"

Sam looked to his brother who was flirting with the bartender. "Yeah."

"Good thing I called you. So, about Texas. There's this town that I ran through to get to Dallas. I didn't even know that it existed. I want you two to check it out."

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Bobby."

His friend gave Sam the directions and they bid adieu. Sam haled his brother outside the bar and to their 1967 Chevy Impala. Well, technically their Dad gave it to Dean, the older brother, but you know. Sam shoved him into the passenger seat and made his way to the driver's side.

"Hey," Dean barked, "Who said you could drive?"

"Well, the law to be precise," Sam responded, starting the car. It's engine purred like a motorcycle, "No drunk driving dumb ass."

"I'm not drunk."

"That's what drunken people say. We've got a long drive, so just cool it."

Dean pouted as they pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road.

They got to Morganville in about two days. Dean stopped the car at the Morganville welcome sign. "Welcome to Morganville. You'll never want to leave," Dean said out loud.

"Yikes," Sam chuckled.

Dean drove into town. It being 1 in the afternoon, the town was bustling with energy. College students going here and there, cars going up and down the road, they past a park full of kids.

"Dude, this is a college town," Dean said absently, looking around as he drove.

"What makes you say that?" Sam asked sarcastically, noticing the giant campus farther ahead.

"All the hot college chicks," Dean replied.

"Is there anything that goes through your head besides girls?"

Dean thought for a second. "Not at the moment."

Sam sighed. "Well, it's weird because Bobby said this town wasn't even on a Texas map. So we better check it out. Is there a motel around?"

"Yep. Over there."

Dean pulled the Impala into the almost empty parking lot. "The black rose. Charming name," Sam mumbled. The two walked into the manager's office. A woman was there. Looked about late forties. Her blonde hair tied in a bun behind her head, she looked up from her magazine. She smiled at Sam and stood. "What can I do ya boys for?" She had a noticeable western accent and reminded Dean of Joe's mother.

"We need a room for the night," Sam said.

"How long are you guys staying?"

Sam looked to his brother who shrugged. "A week maybe," Dean mused lazily.

The manager chuckled. "What?" Sam asked.

"No one leaves this place without the okay from the founder," she replied.

"The founder?" Dean asked, "Like, the mayor?"

The woman shrugged. "Sure. Why not. She's basically an ice queen if you ask me. Ice queen vampire." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Vampire?"

"Yup, town's run by 'em," the woman tossed Sam the keys who caught them purely by reflex, "Don't stay out after dark, ya hear?" Then the woman sat back in her chair to continue reading.

Sam put a couple bills on the counter and the woman reached up without looking and stuffed them in her jacket pocket.

The Winchester boys made their way to room 13.

Dean opened the door after snatching the keys from Sam. The room wasn't any different from any other hotel they had stayed in. Dark green walls, burgundy plush carpet, one bed- wait.

"One bed?" Dean asked the air.

"Call it!" Sam jumped onto the bed, "Floor for you, angel boy."

Dean scowled at him. "Did she not see two of us?"

"Wouldn't be the first time someone's called us gay."

"Ugh. Have I really not slept with enough women to tell people that I'm not gay?" Dean gasped.

"Well, you're relationship with Cas…"

"I can understand why you would, but come on!"

Sam rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed. "There's a couch over there. No way am I going Slash on you."

"What?"

"Remember Chuck's books?"

"Yeah?"

"Slash fans, were like…" Sam hesitated, "You and me…"

Dean raised his hand to stop him. "Ugh, don't remind me," Dean groaned, "So about the 'vampires'."

"Typical, you think?" Sam said, pulling out his laptop.

"Duh," Dean spat, "Chop off their heads and were done."

"Well, remember what that girl said?"

"That they run the town?"

"Yeah," Sam said, "When we first met Gordon, those other vampires who didn't kill people?"

"We'll just have to see tonight, huh?" Dean responded quickly, "She also said not to stay out after dark." Sam sighed. "Leave it to Dean Winchester to disobey orders."

"Yep, that's me," Dean leaned back, "The bad ass law breaker."

"Who did an angel," Sam chuckled.
"Who did an- hey!"