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Minutes later, Sam sat at the counter of Ellen's bar, drink in hand. He took a drink to calm his nerves. Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought to himself. Then, Better me than someone who has no clue what's going on. He took another drink.

"You okay with this? We have time to switch," Ellen told him.

"I'll be good," Sam assured. Then, the door opened and Ellen looked towards the door.

"Sam, you're on," she told him. Sam took a big drink.

"Whoa. You better slow down there, Sugar," Ellen warned.

"Just keep 'em comin'," Sam responded, as a woman with dark hair and artic blue eyes walked up.

"Beer please," she requested.

"Sure," Ellen responded. She poured a glass and gave it to the woman. She smiled and thanked her. Then, she noticed her seatmate.

"So, what brings you here?" she wondered.

"Probably the same thing that brought you here," was the response.

"Ohhhh. Bad breakup?" she sympathized.

"You could say that," he said, finishing his drink. Then, "Another." Ellen remained quiet, but did as she was told. Dean, Ash, Jo, and Bobby waited in their hiding places as Sam and the succubus continued drinking. Come on, Sammy. Make a move, Dean thought impatiently. What was takin' the kid so long? The hunters saw the creature say something to Sam, who responded, and they stood up.

"Here we go," Ash whispered to himself as everyone simultaneously straightened their stances. Sam and the woman walked out hand-in-hand, and she started kissing him. For a moment, Sam tensed. Then, he copied the actions. That's it, Sammy. Play its game, Dean silently coached. However, he had to admit, he was worried. He wasn't sure if Sammy could handle this. The two continued kissing.

"I can't---I can't believe how beautiful you are," he murmured.

"Oh, you're so sweet," she told him.

"Let's uh---go somewhere more private," he suggested.

"Okay," she agreed. They started for the door. Then, she slammed him against the wall.

"Don't move, hunter!" she growled.

"HEY!" Dean shouted, as the sound of five guns being cocked filled the room.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. Did you really think you could fool me?" she queried. Sam's breathing hitched when her artic blue eyes turned red.