That night the path down the road of weirdness continued. As Dean and Kayla headed out as they usually do, Sam willingly tagged along to the bar. He knew they were going to drink, and he just, hopped into the car all excited to go. Kayla considered giving him a piss test. She supposed it wasn't right to complain; after all she'd complained enough about his bad attitude. It'd be a little bitchy to complain about a good one.
Dean was visibly fighting the urge to interrogate him himself but for the time being had kept quiet. He nodded to the waitress as she dropped off three pairs of shots. "Do me a favor sweetheart. Could you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon, fry an egg on top of it would ya?"
"Absolutely." She responded nonchalantly.
"That, that sounds good. Ditto." Sam added, despite the look he was getting from Dean.
The waitress looked at Kayla.
"Um, no. I think that's plenty of grease for all three of us."
Dean waited for her to leave. "Okay who are you and what have you done with Sam?"
"What do you mean?"
"Bacon cheeseburgers now?"
He smiled. "I don't know, I eat 'em don't I? Besides, we're celebrating." He raised his shot glass.
"Yeah I guess." Dean shrugged and raised his glass. "Another one bites the dust. Nice work today."
"You too. I had a really awesome day today. Seriously." He downed the shot and made a horrible face.
"Did you just say you had an awesome day?"
He looked at Kayla. "Yeah, so?"
"So…you never have an awesome day. On a good day, you might have an 'okay' day. It's never awesome."
He held his hands up in defense. "Why can't I be in a good mood? I mean really, I've got a gun, I'm getting drunk and, I look like this." He motioned to his face but received blank stares from them. They didn't know what to say. "I don't know. Do you ever feel like your whole life is being decided for you?"
Dean gave Kayla a look. "Uh, yeah Sam. I feel like that a lot."
He continued. "No matter how hard you fight it, you can't stop the plan. The stupid, stupid plan. So I don't know. It's just nice to do a little ass-kicking for a change."
Kayla smiled and patted his hand. "See? He's still normal."
Sam shook his head. "I'm just drunk. Forget it."
"No no, it's alright. I'll drink to that." He raised his glass and they took their shots. "Is it just me, or are we drinking together? Like, all together?"
He shrugged. "We don't do it that often huh?"
He laughed. "You could say that."
"Holy shit." He sighed. "You're a good guy Dean."
"You are drunk."
"No I mean it, you really are a good guy."
Kayla tilted her head and rose from her chair. "I'm officially for Sam being drunk so um, I'm gonna go get some more shots."
Sam watched her go, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual and he turned to Dean with a grin. "High five on that." He raised his hand.
Dean shook his head but gave him the high five anyway. "You're an idiot."
"She's hot."
"I know."
"Like, really hot." He emphasized.
"Dude."
He shrugged. "I'm just saying. You definitely want to keep her."
"I was planning on it."
Kayla slid the shots in front of them and Sam made a face.
"Can we switch to something a little less…nasty?"
She laughed quietly. "What like banana daiquiris?"
"Yes!" He answered excitedly. "That sounds great."
"Well," she motioned towards the bar. "Go order one up tiger."
He slid out of his chair and headed towards the bar.
Kayla took her seat and they both turned to watch him at the bar. An older woman started talking to him; she was hitting on him. "It's too bad really."
Dean nodded in agreement. "It really is."
"I kind of like him this way."
"Me too." He took the shot. "What do you think it is?"
She thought it over in her head. "Well, it's not demonic possession." She would assume, since he had the protection tattoo. "What about ghost possession?"
He shook his head. "A ghost has to be really, really pissed to possess a human and that…" he pointed to Sam as he flirted back with the woman. "Is not a pissed off ghost. Besides, they can't stay in a host that long."
"And we watched the surveillance video from the motel parking lot, no shape shifter 'laser eyes'."
"Maybe he broke down and said yes to Lucifer and he's just one really cool guy."
She laughed. "Right that must be it."
Sam was following the woman out the door and he stopped to grin at them. "We're gonna do it!" He pumped his fist before the door shut.
Kayla sighed. It really was too bad. "Well he doesn't really appear to be dangerous, whatever the hell it is."
"Well since he's off on a rendezvous, we've got time before we have to be back at the room to confront him." He looked around for the waitress.
"Time?" She stepped up to his barstool and slipped her fingers into his jacket. "Sweetheart, there is no time before we gotta get out of here."
He smirked. "What was I thinking?"
"I don't know but," she kissed his neck. "We seem to have an insecurity issue that needs to be addressed. I'm pretty sure I can fix it."
"I'm pretty sure you can." He dropped a few bills on the table.