Oshea waved her hand in front of her face, warding off a cloud of smoke that had just been expelled by one of the bar's patrons as she and her elder sister walked to the bar and sat down on a couple of rounded benches. A few moments later, their beers were sat in front of them by a semi-attractive bartender who winked at them before going on his way. "So, Ells," Oshea whispered as she took a sip of her drink. "How is married life treating you?"

Ella took a sip of hers too. "Can't complain," She said with a shrug and took another sip. "Okay, I'm gonna need something stronger than this. Hey! Bartender!" She waved her hand over at him. He slid her over a shot glass, and she threw her head back, drinking it. She sat the glass back on the table. "Much better," She said with a smile and then turned back to her sister. "I honestly never thought it would happen. I never pictured myself the married type. But here I am."

"Yeah, I don't think the whole marriage thing is my cup of tea, " Oshea said with a shake of her head. She took a sip of her drink before asking hesitantly. "Ella... how do you do it? How do you keep going now that your... Judith is gone? Every time I think about what happened with mine... I ... I blame myself..."

"What happened with you wasn't your fault. You got tossed around by a spirit. Unless you've suddenly become psychic and knew it was going to happen, the last person you should be blaming is yourself," She said, waving to the bartender to bring them more drinks. "As for me... it's not easy. Knowing I have a kid there that's being held captive by demons. But I deal.."

"There are times I miss the days when I saw the future," Oshea said, taking a long drink of her beer. As she emptied the bottle, she sat it down and grimaced a little, swallowing down the burning liquid. "At least Judith is still alive, right?" She said with a shrug, starting on her second bottle. "They wouldn't have kidnapped her just to kill her. We'll find her."

As the bartender slid two more shot glasses in their direction, Ella nodded. "Yeah, that's what I keep saying. But I'm not too sure anymore..." She sighed and drank. "Change of subject please?"

Half an hour and several shot glasses later, Ella slammed the glass down on the bar and pointed at the bartender. "You know what I hate?" She threw her arms up in exasperation without waiting for an answer. "You guys! Boys! They're just.. stupid!" She burped and turned to Oshea. "I'm stuck in a room with them every single day, and I just had to get out of there, ya know? They bicker like a married couple which is weird cause I'm his wife!" She looked back at the bartender and nodded, waving her hand in the air to show her ring. "That's right! I'm married! Don't get any ideas buddy!"

Oshea giggled and downed another shot, swaying a little on the stool. She leaned her head against Ella's shoulder and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a small hiccup. "It's true! So true! And that car! My god, you should have seen him! He kept trying to take the tools away from the mechanics to fix it himself. It was like watching a two year old not wanting to share his toys. It was kind of cute though." She looked up at the bar tender and held up one of her many shot glasses and wiggled it. "Top me off?" The bartender smiled a little and took it from her, shaking his head.

"No, I think you've both had enough."

Ella gaped at him. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are, the drink police?" She hiccupped. "I would like to see your manager... sir!"

The bar tender arched a brow and leaned his elbows on the surface of the bar. "You're lookin' at 'im, sweetstuff."

Oshea gave him a little shove on the shoulder. "She's married! Don't talk to her like that!"

"I'm gonna go get my husband and bring him back here to kick your butt!" She said, pointing a finger at him as she stood up from the stool, almost falling over in the process. "Come on, Oshea." She grabbed her sisters arm and pulled her along. She stopped and turned back to the bar. "And he's TALL! Like..." She lifted her hand up in the air and waved it a little above her head. "Real tall. So you better-" Her sentence was cut off as she suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. "Oh I think I'm gonna be sick," She groaned quietly, holding a hand to her lips.

"And I'll bring mine too!" She paused, swaying as her sister dragged her along. "Well, he's not my husband, we're not married. He's my boyfrie- well... actually, we've never used those terms. I don't know if he'd like that... my DEAN! YEAH! I'll bring my Dean down here and he'll kick your butt five ways to Monday... he's ...well... he's not as tall as her husband, he's short. But he can still kick your tail!" Oshea shouted, pointing her finger at him then curling her fingers into a fist and shaking it at the bar tender. When Ella acted as if she were gonna be sick, Oshea wrinkled her brows. "We should get back to the hotel."

"Yeah," Ella agreed.

xx

After stumbling back to the motel, which was, fortunately for them, only five minutes away from the bar, Ella knocked loudly on the door of their room "Open up dudes!"

Sam opened up the door and arched a brow as the two stumbled in. "Ella? Oshea?"

Oshea giggled, "Guess who's drunk?" She said as she walked over to the bed where she and Dean slept. She went to the end of it and fell onto the bed, burying her face in her pillow.

Dean arched a brow as Oshea plopped onto the bed and he looked up at Ella. "You got her drunk?"

"No!" Ella yelled, walking through the door. "Okay, yeah, maybe a little bit," She smiled.

Sam closed the door behind them and arched a brow at Ella. "You okay, Ells?"

Ella frowned a moment before leaning over and puking all over her husband's shoes. "Ugh, I'm going to bed," She groaned quietly and walked over to her bed, falling face forward onto the mattress and falling asleep immediately.