Dean looked himself over in the mirror as he tried on the new clothes he bought. "I don't see why you can't just enjoy yourself." He told Sam as he left the bathroom and sat next to Sam on his bed.
"Because Dean… I liked who I was." He replied stiffly, not looking away from the computer screen. Dean rolled his eyes with a sigh and stood, straightening the black fitted t-shirt he was wearing. "Don't give me that Dean. You got us into this."
"It's not completely my fault." He spat back. Letting out an agitated sigh he flopped on his own bed and stared up at the spinning ceiling fan. "Let's just go back to the bar and see if we can find her."
"Fine." Sam agreed with a huff, closing his laptop and folding his arms over his chest. "I get hit on and it's your ass." He grumbled.
Dean walked into the pub, a small grin playing on his lips. Looking over his shoulder to Sam he sighed and grabbed his brother's arm, pulling him along with him to a table. "Just sit here and look pretty." Dean smirked, but before Sam could retort Dean had already started walking away.
He walked up to the bar and leaned against it, giving a flirtatious smile to the short blonde beside him. She raised an eyebrow and walked off, drink in hand, shaking her head. A frown threatened Dean's lips, but he quickly recovered when the bartender walked over to him.
"What can I get you, pretty lady?" He asked, setting down the glass he was drying and leaning his hands against the bar.
He thought for only a moment before responding. "A couple Purple Nurples for me and my sister." He smiled widely, tilting his head back toward the table he sat Sam at.
The bar tender looked back at Sam and smiled at the girl he saw looking around nervously. "Not the bar type, huh?" He asked, pouring the shots.
"She's just shy." Dean chuckled, taking the shots and heading back to Sam. He set the drinks on the table and smiled at his brother. "Drink up."
"What is it?" Sam looked at the purple liquid, inspecting it.
"A Purple Nurple. Now drink it." Dean rolled his eyes and took his shot.
Sam sighed, "We are not here to drink. We're here to find that girl."
Dean looked around quickly. "I don't see her. Maybe she's at the bar…" He trailed off; a sly grin tugged at his lips as he downed Sam's shot and headed back to the bar for another drink.
Sam sighed; it was pointless to try to argue. He looked down at the table and traced the lines in the stained wood. He looked up when Dean sat down again.
"I bring a peace offering." He smiled, sliding a frosted mug of beer toward Sam.
He smiled slightly, "Thanks." he murmured before taking a drink.
Dean sipped his own beer and looked around. He noticed a few men staring at the two of them. He leaned over to Sam, "I wonder how many phone numbers I could get. See if I still have it as a woman."
A disgusted look flashed across Sam's face. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Not like that Sammy!" He ducked his head a little, realizing he had spoken a bit loudly. "I just want to pass the time. Besides," He looked around the bar again. "I don't see her."
An hour went by and Dean had spent a lot of time talking with different men and women while Sam sat at their table and drank, hoping to leave or spot the witch soon.
Dean came strolling back to sit by Sam. "Well, she's a regular. Comes in every Thursday and Friday."
"Really? All this time you were finding out about this girl?" Sam asked, slightly shocked to find his brother doing recon work.
"Dude! What do you take me for? I wasn't just flirting with guys for the hell of it." He sipped his beer and shivered a little. "I feel dirty. I think I need a shower." Sam tried to stifle a laugh. "It's not funny, Sam."
"Whatever you say." He chuckled, finishing his drink.
Dean grumbled and folded his arms over his chest. "I didn't see you doing anything but sit here and feel sorry for yourself."
"Well.. I'm just not comfortable flirting with men for information." He drunkenly laughed.
Sighing, Dean stood from the table and made his way back to the bar. He leaned against it, waiting for the bartender to finish what he was doing and give him another drink. Dean's eyes widened when he felt a strong hand cupping his butt. He straightened and turned swiftly to face his molester. He came to chest height on the man; tilting his head back he looked to the mans face. He was a large biker in a black t-shirt and faded jeans. The dim lights over head shined off his bald head. "Hey, Pretty."
Dean fought the urge to start a fight, knowing the body he was in would be too weak to hold this guy off. He just stared up at him, clenching his jaw and breathing steadily.
"Cat got your tongue?" The large man laughed.
At that moment Sam came up and threw his arm over Dean's shoulders. He kissed his cheek and smiled. "Let's go home." He smiled and dragged Dean along behind him.
Once they were outside Dean pulled away from his brother. "I could have handled him."
Sam laughed as he got in the car. "What were you gonna do? Boob him to death?" He chortled as he tried to stifle a giggle.
Dean just grumbled as he stretched to reach the peddles of the Impala and drove back to the hotel.
