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"Found anything?" Sam shouted over the loud music, to Dean.
Dean shook his head, "Just these great crisps!" he shouted back as he showed a couple into his mouth, "Nothing else though," he grumbled.
Sam sighed. They'd been at the party for two hours already and nothing had happened or looked like it was going to happen. Sam wanted to leave because it seemed pretty pointless to him but Dean wanted to stay in case this creature or whatever showed up at the last minute. Or at least that's what he'd said. Sam was pretty convinced Dean was just enjoying the food, beer and college girls.

"I'm gunna go look around again!" Dean shouted causing Sam to narrow his eyebrows in confusion. Dean rolled his eyes, clearly Sam hadn't heard. He pointed somewhere behind him so Sam got the message then he disappeared into the crowd.
Sam sighed, walking towards the entrance to get some air but then he paused. He walked over to a tall, blonde, slim girl. "Hey," he called, causing her to turn around and give a small smile.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked her. "You just – you look familiar."
The girl smirked, "If that's your pickup line then I should give lessons or something," she joked.
Sam not getting it said, "No you really do look – "
She cut him off, "I was kidding."
"Oh," Sam said, giving a small smile, "Right."
"Do you wanna go outside? It's kinda loud in here."
Sam nodded, "Sure," he said as they went outside.
She looked at him, pausing for a minute. "I saw you today, on campus but that's all."
Sam nodded then shrugged, "Guess it must be that then."
She smiled holding out a hand, "Chantelle, you?"
"Sam," he said shaking it, "Nice name."
Chantelle scoffed a little then said, "So are you new around here?"
"Uh – " The best way to get out of these situations; lie your ass off. "Yeah me and my brother just got into town and were checking out the college's. Decide which one's best you know."
Chantelle laughed, "Wait. You get a college that doesn't suck?"
Sam laughed, "Well…stranger things have happened." Way stranger.

Chantelle smiled, "You don't strike me as the party kind of guy."
Sam shrugged, "Well, not lately. I've been – busy, what with moving around and all but... never know. Maybe it's time to loosen up."

Chantelle smiled coyly, "Well no time like the present."
Sam laughed, "I uh, wanna go inside and dance or something?" Why not loosen up? Dean was way too obsessed with this hunt. There was no substantial evidence that it was even supernatural and Sam could barely remember what fun was.

Chantelle grinned, slipping her hand into his and leading him inside, "I'd love to."

A few hours later, Dean sighed in irritation. Nothing had happened on the Supernatural side and although he'd usually love these kinda things, he had a feeling that something was off with this party. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood, especially since he couldn't find Sam anywhere.

Dean sighed; he'd tried his mobile and he'd looked everywhere at this stupid parry. He thought he might have went back to the hotel, but Sam would never bail like that, right?

Another hour later and Dean didn't know what else to do, he was worried for him but it was only when he was out of the noisy party, that something dawned on him. Sam was the right sex, right age, he was at the party. Dean swallowed, what if this thing had him? They should never have split up! He quickly got into his car and drove back to the Hotel, but Sam couldn't be there, he pondered...he didn't have any way of getting back.

When Dean drew up outside the hotel, he saw an unfamiliar car outside and raised an eyebrow...maybe it was new guests? He got out his car and headed up to the room he and Sam were staying in, he got out his gun, loaded of rock salt ready for attack. But what he did meet, stunned him.

Dean jumped back as the door opened, gun in hand, ready to attack. That's when a beautiful, blonde girl walked out. Dean wasn't sure what to do or think. She was so hot she could easily be a demon but he knew she wasn't. She raised an eyebrow, looking at him and that's when he realised he was pointing the gun at her.

"Uh – I –" Dean said, for once in his life lost for words.

"Sam?!" Chantelle called, scared. This caused Dean's eyes to grow even wider, what the hell was happening.

As a panicked Sam, ran to the door, shirt still unbuttoned, it only took a minute for Dean to smirk and figure it all out.

"Dean what the hell are you doing?!" Sam exclaimed.

Dean tried to do what he was best at...lying, he lowered the gun and smirked, "Sorry Sammy had to wind you up. The look on your face? Priceless."

Chantelle looked up at Sam, "You know him?" she asked quietly.

"That –" Sam said, "Would be my brother."

After Chantelle had left, Sam looked at Dean in irritation. "What the hell were you playing at?"
"How was I meant to know who she was?! You disappeared," Dean shrugged. "That's not like you, I was worried, thought the demon might have got you."
Sam raised an eyebrow, "What you thought Chantelle was a demon?"

"Don't make me sound crazy," Dean smirked. "If she slept with you then there's something wrong with her."

"Haha very funny, Dean," Sam replied. For a minute he was going to deny anything had actually happened but he couldn't be bothered. He didn't know why but lately he'd been really tired and out of it. Maybe it was because he never used to get a lot of sleep, maybe it was all catching up with him.

"Proud of you Sammy," Dean joked, causing Sam to glare so he shut up. "So guessing you didn't see anything demony tonight then?"

Sam shook his head, "I left a little while after you went."

Dean sighed, "We gotta be missing something, something they had in common or – I don't know!" He was frustrated, they usually had some kind of lead by this time but here they had nothing. A shape shifter was still his best guess.

"I don't think it's a demon," Sam said. "We have nothing."
"Shape shifter thing," Dean shrugged.

Sam sighed, "I guess it could be but – I'm not so sure. If it was, we'd have something by now, right?"

"I guess," Dean replied, off hand.

"Well I'm gunna go for a sleep," Sam said, going over to his bed and lying down, it had been a long day.