Here's another first. This was of course inspired by the scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when Marion wins that drinking contest in her bar. If you've got any idea for these mini stories don't hesitate to tell me. I need some ideas.

The First Time I Won A Drinking Contest

The first time I won a drinking contest I did out of necessity more than fun. It was just Dean and I out on a hunt. It was while Sam was at Stanford and John was off on his own. We were nearly out of money and all of Dean's fake credit cards were maxed.

We were at a bar and Dean was trying to win us enough money to get a room by hustling pool. I sat back watching since I was no good at the game. And apparently Dean wasn't tonight either.

At the rate he was going we would be staying in the Impala tonight. I had a twenty sitting in my pocket and I knew Dean had even less. That would get us some food for the night and maybe some gas to get us out of the town.

I was sitting at the bar rubbing at my temples when someone sat down next to me. I looked up to see a big man grinning at me. I sighed and looked back towards Dean's game.

"What you drinking beautiful?"

"I'm fine," I replied.

"You don't drink then?"

"I do."

"Then why not have a drink with me? Or maybe we could just… get on out of here."

That's when the idea struck. I turned back to the man and looked him up and down then over at the empty shot glasses down the bar. My eyes met his and I gave him a flirty smile.

"I'll tell you what," I drawled leaning towards him. "If you can outdrink me, I'll leave this bar with you." Though we'll both be so sloppy drunk this bet won't matter.

"And if you win?"

"You afraid I will?"

"Nah. I'm pretty sure I got this darlin."

"Oh, okay. Then if I win I get all the money in your wallet."

"I got a lot of money in my wallet missy."

"But you're pretty sure you got this, right?" The man smiled and ordered up a tray of shots. We sat at a table and lined the shots up in front of us.

"Robin!" Dean hissed appearing next to me. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting us some cash," I hissed back so no one else could hear. "Since you are failing at it."

"That's a big guy, Red. He can outdrink you easy."

"I dunno, Dean. He's already had a few."

"What if you lose?"

"Then it'll be okay. I didn't bet anything you should worry about." Dean narrowed his eyes at me.

"You ready, darlin?" I turned back to my opponent and smiled.

"Of course."

Now, I wasn't a heavy drinker by any means. When we would go out to bars I would have a beer and the occasional shot. But I would have to say my alcohol tolerance was pretty high. Since I was 17 I'd been traveling with the Winchesters and Bobby and that meant nearly every meal was washed down with beer. When you got wounded, the pain was numbed by nursing a bottle of whiskey. Not to mention the times Sam and I would sneak out with a couple bottles from Bobby's stash and hide out in a back garage and drink until we passed out. Which, if I remember correctly, took a while.

I'd had my fair share of alcohol in my life. But I had no doubt my opponent had too. He looked pretty confident sitting in front of me and I knew without looking Dean was stressing out, pacing behind me.

He set the money from his wallet on the table to show what we were betting.

"Ladies first," he insisted.

I reached down and picked up my first shot and threw it back. He mimicked me. We went like this back and forth until I started to feel it. It hit me quick. My vision was blurring and when I looked across at the man I couldn't tell if I was winning or not.

The bartender sat garbage cans next to both of us and I wasn't sure if we both looked green or if it was just me. I hoped to god he felt this bad too.

"Red, if you puke that shit up, so help me I will disown you," Dean snapped into my ear.

"Shut up, Winchester," I slurred. "I gotsis."

I picked up my next shot and threw it back. The thought of pissing Dean off cleared my mind and I felt like I could drink the rest of the bar if it meant seeing him stomp around mad. The man across from me swayed as he picked up his shot glass. I watched hopeful as he turned it back. He slowly brought it down but was able to turn the glass over successfully. I picked up another and just the smell made me want to puke but I swallowed it down and laid the glass over.

I stared at my next glass dreadfully and barely noticed the man raise the glass to his lips. It never made it though because he fell backwards in his chair onto the floor, unconscious. I stared at him while everyone yelled and exchanged money for their bets.

"Holy shit, Red!" Dean said next to me. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"I wanna go to sleep," I muttered.

"Then let's get out of here." Dean took the money from the table and stuffed it in his pocket before pulling me out of the chair and all but carrying me to the Impala.

"I gotta say, I didn't have a lot of faith in you back there but," Dean smiled counting the money.

"Let's get a nice room," I said trying to keep my eyes open. They were locked on Dean as he smiled, amused by the whole situation.

"Anything for my drunk little victor."

"I'm not that drunk."

"You're pretty wasted."

"You're pretty wasted. And pretty."

"Oh, yeah. It's definitely time to get you in bed, sweetheart."

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty snockered."

That night I slept like a dead baby. I might've slept several nights had I not woken up and barely made it to the bathroom before puking the alcohol up. My head thudded with every beat of my heart and the sound of my own breathing seemed too loud.

"It's totally worth it, Red," I heard Dean call from inside the room. "Or it is to me, anyway."

I groaned and might've told him to screw off but I couldn't find the strength to speak. Later that day Dean took me out for the 'hangover cure breakfast'. Of course it was paid for with my winnings but since the money was in Dean's wallet he claimed the tab was on him.