Thanks for everyone who is reading my story and (hopefully) enjoying it. This chapter may come off a bit weird. I dunno maybe it is just me but the following chapter will be less...random. I am already working on the next section which will actually add a bit more to the story than this chapter which was more randomness than actual plot progression. Till then enjoy this and let me know what you think of things so far.
"Dammit Sammy, when I said I was looking forward to hitting some bars in Chicago this is not exactly what I meant." Dean griped.
"What?" Sam yelled as he elbowed his way through the sea of glitter, sequined feathers and…uhhh…fancy fabrics of some sort which he was not overly acquainted with.
"Sorry Dean, that shirtless waiter in the black leather pants with the tray of fruity drinks for that group of women was in the way, what did you say again?"
"Fruity is exactly right Sammy, what the hell are we doing here? I feel like every second longer I am here it is that much likelier I am gonna start growing a set of ovaries. I really doubt we are going to run into any vampires here and I am DAMMED sure we are not going to find Gordon in a bar like this."
"Hey, it was your idea to check out all of the bars in the general vicinity that the decapitated bodies were found. Not my fault that most of them are not exactly your idea of what a bar should be."
"Not my idea of a bar?!" Dean sputtered. "Sammy that last one was a fetish bar! Or did the leather clad men with whips not tip you off? Or the way they all practically started drooling when you walked in?"
"Yeah but it was worth it to see your face when that one guy commented on how cute it was that we visited the clubs together as a couple and then suggested a few specialty stores for us to get matching leather outfits." Sam grinned wickedly.
"Dammit Sammy that is just so wrong. I swear, not another word about that or you are never seeing that laptop of yours again so help me…"
"Fine, I suppose we may as well check the next bar, this one seems to be clear."
"Thank god, anymore techno-beat-dance-whatcha-call-it shit and I think I am gonna go postal." Dean moaned as they walked out the front door.
"Where to next then?" Dean asked as he started up the Impala.
"Well, looks like the next bar on our list is called 'The Bloody Chalice'. Too bad but it looks like we are finally moving away from your favorite bars huh?"
"Why the Hell didn't we go to that one first Sammy? It sounds exactly like the kind of place we are looking for!" Dean cried.
"Well as I recall when I started to list some of the most likely bars to check out you cut me off, and said that no matter how hard or how much time it would take, we should check each and every bar...thoroughly. I just thought you obviously knew best, what with you being the big brother and all, so I just went along with it…starting at what? 'The Flashy Peacock'? 'The Cosmo Girl?"
"More like the 'Flamboyant Peacock' if you ask me. Oh, I bet you just loved dragging me to these bars didn't you?" Dean growled.
"Yep, each and every painful, awkward minute of it." Sam beamed.
"Remind me to hit you later" Dean said shaking his head as they set off towards their next target: 'The Bloody Chalice' while Sam tried, but failed, to keep his laughter to a minimum.
Yeah, I think this may be due to the fact that Sam and Dean are always in basically the same type of bars, figured it would be nice to have Dean out of his element for a little while I suppose...
Next chapter will actually be related to driving the plot forward and seems to be a little longer than the short little snippets I have posted so far. In fact it should be completed and posted rather soon..that is unless unexpected complication arise. Later and thanks for reading.