The second the motel door opens, he's wide awake. Sam's always been a light sleeper. He had to be. A heavy sleeping hunter is a dead hunter.

Wrapping his fingers silently around the handle of his trustee Taurus he hides under his pillow every night, his finger at the ready to take the safety off if needed, he stills himself and listens for clues as to what is invading his space. Clearly it's something that has a death wish.

"Son of a bitch!" he hears a very familiar voice whisper out as the person it comes from runs right into the corner of the table in the room. Sam relaxes, letting go of his weapon and sighing quietly. What the fuck is Dean up to? Instead of let him know that he woke up his brother, Sam just stays in place. He's too tired to deal with a shitfaced Dean and Lizzy right now. When he thinks of vacation, he thinks of actual sleep so he'd like to get back to it.

"Ah ha!"

Sam catches the jubilant celebration at the same time as the Impala's keys make a metallic jingle. Immediately after, he can hear Dean bolt for the door again as quietly as possible… or at least what his clearly drunken mind thinks is as quietly as possible. Sam finds a legitimate worry once Dean slams the door shut. The last thing Dean should be doing after spending the wee hours of the morning drinking in Vegas is driving around.

Getting reluctantly out of bed, Sam walks heavily to the front window and pulls aside the curtains. The car is parked directly in front of their room and Dean has Lizzy pinned up against the side of it while quite sloppily making out. He unlocks the back door and opens it, gesturing for Lizzy to get in. She kisses him one more time before dropping into the backseat with a smile, Dean following right after.

Sam understands what's happening clearly now and he thanks God for their clear minded thinking even when totally hammered. While flopping back onto his bed, he thinks it's about time they learned. When drunk, Lizzy and Dean sometimes forget where they are and who they are around. They've started things up while they assumed Sam was asleep a few times already and Sam's had to be the pain in the ass that stops them. That wasn't something he ever looked forward to doing.

With a little smile on his face, Sam drifts back off. Sure it hurt that he was alone a lot now, but seeing Dean acting like a love stricken teenager like that, his brother finding some kind of happiness in their fucked up lives… well, sometimes that did a hell of a job making up for his own loss.


"So either of you out of that hangover enough to let me know how the rest of the night went?" Sam questions while handing over a beer to Dean and then one to Lizzy before dropping down into his lounge chair. Lizzy somehow got them into the Hard Rock pool midday (did she seriously know everyone in this town?) and now they lay out under the Nevada sun, drinking away their next day sickness and generally enjoying life for once. Sam sits to Lizzy's left and Dean is on her right.

"No," Lizzy heavily responds with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I can promise it was awesome." What a hell of a night indeed. She blindly holds her bottle of beer out to the side and waits for Dean to cheers her. Feeling his drink come in contact with her own with a satisfying clink, she pulls it back and takes a long pull from it. Yeah, great night.

"That's all I get?" Sam questions, looking curiously over at two knowing they're being tight lipped for some reason. Maybe he doesn't want to know, honestly.

"Sure is, flower man," Dean responds, trashing on Sam's swim ware. The Impala didn't really have the space to hold special occasion clothing so bathing suits weren't something the Winchesters owned. Lizzy ran out around noon, which was when the three actually were awake enough to function, and bought herself a bikini along with two pairs of board shorts, one solid navy blue the other white with large and very loud red flowers, along with a two piece of her own. Dean was smart getting to the shopping bag first, though Lizzy had hoped Sam would beat him to the punch. She was aiming for Dean to get the ridiculous suit, but oh well. "You should have stayed out with us instead of being a party pooper. You'd already know what happened if you did."

"Wasn't in the mood for strippers last night," Sam admits, noticing Lizzy lift her aviator shades enough to peer at him with narrowed eyes.

"Just in the mood for motel porn instead?" Dean challenges with a smile. Sam shoots him a surprised look before Dean explains how he knew. "TV was still on the order screen when I turned it on this morning. You go with 'Casa Erotica' or 'Big Butts That Cannot Lie'?"

Sam sighs loudly while sitting back. "You suck."

"Hey, they're both good ones," Dean admits. "Just curious which you went with. I would have picked Casa Erotica. Always a safe bet."

"You ok?" Lizzy asks Sam quietly, turning to block Dean from the conversation if possible. She's sensing that he's off a bit.

"Yeah," Sam partially lies. "Just… tough day, you know?"

"I know," Lizzy agrees, grabbing his hand quickly in her own. "I definitely know. Just remember that Louie was almost always annoyed with Dean. You're just honoring her memory more by being pissed at him." She grins and squeezes Sam's hand, trying her hardest to find humor in the difficult one year anniversary. Sam huffs a small laugh and finds some solace in her words.

"So this is kinda unfair," Sam says to both Lizzy and Dean, changing the subject to something easier. "You know how I embarrassingly ended my night, but you won't tell me anything about yours."

"It was a little crazy," Lizzy confesses while taking her hand back. "And very…"

"Strippery," Dean finishes for her and Lizzy laughs.

"I figured," Sam says.

"It was just a typical night at a strip club," Lizzy lies completely.

"Ok…" Sam starts. "But what I want to know is why at three in the morning was I woken up to someone stumbling around the room like a drunken idiot looking for car keys and yelling 'son of a bitch' when walking into the table before leaving again."

Lizzy leans forward with her laughter at Sam's best impression of Dean saying his favorite phrase. He nailed it and she can practically picture it in her head. Lizzy and Dean had a several more drinks with Ginger Snap after their backroom fun so sloppy wasn't even a good enough word for what they were by the end of the night. "Holy shit, we were so bombed at that point!"

"And we had some unfinished business to attend to," Dean tells his brother. "Figured you didn't want that in the room with you, so we used the car. See Sammy, we're learning!" Once they got back from the strip club, they were both riding a serious sex-high from the experience. Another round was held in the Impala's backseat before they finally went back into their shared room to pass out, the day's clothes still on.

"You guys are fucking classy," Sam smiles.

"Got class coming out my ass, my friend," Lizzy quips while sipping on her beer. If only Sam knew what they'd done before they even left the strip club…

"Indeed," Dean comments with a grin, reveling in the memories of the night before. He prays he never forgets a single second of that encounter.

"Ah, fuck this hangover. I need to do a shot I think," Lizzy announces as she rubs at her temples. "Time for some good old fashioned hair of the dog."

"I'm in," Dean says to her. As if right on cue, a woman scantily clad and with enormous fake boobs appears in front of them.

"Hi ya'll. Can I get you anything else today?"

"God, I fucking love Las Vegas," Dean says under her breath.

"Yes, please!" Lizzy resoundingly answers. "Shot of Jack… no, two shots."

"Me too," Dean says without moving a muscle. He's hurting pretty bad after last night himself.

"And you hot stuff?" the server looks to Sam, putting forth her best smile and batting her eyelashes.

"No thanks," Sam says.

"Bullshit, Sam-I-Am," Lizzy immediately calls out, pointing a finger in his face. "This is What Would Louie Do day. She'd do shots. They were her hangover cure of choice."

"Lizzy, it's only two in the afternoon," Sam begins to plead but gets cut off.

"Six shots of Jack please," Lizzy orders for the group, not giving Sam an option.

"Sure thing," the waitress answers without looking at her. She licks her lips with a smirk while never breaking her stare at Sam before leaving to get their drinks.

"That wasn't creepy at all," Sam comments sarcastically with the waitress' leering.

"Dude, get used to it already," Lizzy says to him, craning her neck upward to feel the sun on her face.

"What do you mean?" Sam questions.

"You're so fucking oblivious it's borderline annoying," Lizzy says to him exasperatedly.

"This is exactly why he never gets laid," Dean sing-song adds to the conversation from the peanut gallery.

"Do you even own a mirror? Or ever look into one? Sam, every fucking chick out here just stared you down like a piece of meat while you went to get our beers." Lizzy cups her hands around her mouth to shout to Sam, "News flash! You're hot!"

"And you're ridiculous," Sam returns while swatting her hands away from her face, hoping she won't shout in his ear again.

"The girls in Vegas came here to have fun and you are fun," Lizzy explains. "They're all wasted and you're like walking sex to them so grab your balls and go take your pick, kiddo."

"Don't call me kiddo," Sam responds, hating when she did that. He was older after all.

"There's some pretty hot talent out there, Sammy. I checked," Dean tells his brother. "You should try and get laid while we're here. It'll do you some good."

"WWLD," Lizzy smirks, restating her new theme for the day.

"Thanks for the pep talk, jerks," Sam caustically returns. "But I'm good. I just want to lay here for now, have a few beers, and relax."

"Fine," Lizzy concedes, holding a hand out to stop Dean from explain just how he should go about relaxing. She could read his mind way too easily. "Just makes sure you're not being such a little bitch later tonight when we meet up with Emily."

"Who's Emily?" Sam wonders aloud and is unsettled when Lizzy and Dean share a knowing look complete with sly smiles.

"She's a smoking hot chick that's friends with Lizzy," Dean explains, leaving out the stripper part of the description. Using her real name also make her more approachable to Sam. Telling him her name is Ginger Snap would have Sam running in the other direction. "You give her a chance and I guarantee you'll love her. At least for the night."

"And I may have told her that I had a smart, super sweet, and sexy young man for her to meet," Lizzy tacks on. "And I do mean just meet. If you're not feeling her, then it's totally cool if nothing comes of it."

"Though he'd be fucking insane to turn that down…" Dean quietly says to Lizzy, earning him a swat on the arm and a look that tells him to shut up. There was no need for Sam to be aware of what she may have been a part of the night before.

"Gee, no pressure," Sam quips with an eye roll.

"Exactly," Lizzy tells him. "So relax, Sam-I-Am. It's all about fun for the rest of today. Enjoy it because it's all disappearing tomorrow."