This wasn't my first intentional chapter 3. That one's almost done. This was just a humorous take I needed to get out. Wrote it today, kindof a one-shot except that it mentions their need to keep going. I had a bad day and thought I'd like to have some fun with the boys. Anyway, Chap 4 is almost up. Thanks to all reading, but please do review...I'd like some good days some more.:)

Warning: Beer and Sex involeved. But with some humor thrown in too.

Disclaimer:I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB...(Amanda, Nikki, and Chance are mine.)

A Long Road Nowhere

By: chocolate rules

Chapter 3

Detour

It was an 8 hour drive and it was spent mainly in silence. To make up for his inability to maintain his ground, Dean blasted Zeppelin the entire time. Sam knew what he was trying to do- get Sam to complain. If Sam complained, Dean would stop right where he was and no amount of begging could get them going again.

However, Sam was about to scream in agony. As they entered another city and hit a stop light, the green car beside them stared at Dean. Dean was strumming on the steering wheel, humming along to every song perfectly. Sam saw his chance.

"Dean, they're staring at you." Sam said in as much nonchalant voice as he could muster. Dean just looked over at Sam and grinned. God, how Sam hated that grin.

Unfortunately, the driver and two passengers of the car were - you guessed it - woman. Dean lowered the radio, lowered his window, and stuck his head out of it.

"Hey, ladies!" they smiled at him. His pride rising. "How are you this fine, oh so fine, evening?" And then, he grinned at them. Sam didn't see it but he knew. Dean was always grinning to the girls. How they all fell for it was as much a phenomenon to him as everything else in his line of duty.

They giggled. Dean had grinned and they giggled. Sam leaned his head back on the leather seat. Was this world so cruel that in convincing his brother to do one thing, he'd lost his control over yelling at Dean to the hell moving. Probably. Steve needed them and what does Dean do? Flirt.

Dean was sweet talking them. They were all into it. They had even complimented him on his eyes. His eyes! Sam was sure he was on the verge of puking. Another car had pulled up behind them and the light turned green. Dean didn't even notice.

"Dean," Ignored. "Deeaann." Hand trying to brush him away. "Dean!"

"What!" Dean yelled back, turning around. The car behind them started honking.

"Green light, dumbass!" Dean looked at the light. And fell silent, however, this didn't stop him from leaning over the window one last time and telling the girls to follow.

"Follow you where?" Dean didn't answer. "Dean, where re we going?" Nothing, actually he turned up the radio. "Dean!"

"Are you complaining about something Sammy?"

"What? No!"

"Sounds like complaining."

"It's not." Sam said, he was sulking now. He had given up all power to complain. But as soon as Steve's thing was taken care of, he was getting back at Dean.

"Good. Plus, this is a little detour. An hour, two tops."

"Two, we can be in Rumour in less than that."

"See, we practically there!"

"But we're not."

"Fine, then they can follow us to Rumour." Sam was silent, that wouldn't work either.

"Two hours tops."

"Plus, you need a few beers in you. And as an added feature, I'm sure one of those fine ladies could see something in you and make it two happy hours."

"Dean!"

"Or not, damn!"

They pulled into a restaurant bar shortly afterwards. Apparently, the girls had decided upon who was to take Dean and who was to take whoever the guy was that had been yelling at Dean. The real loser of the three was the one assigned designated driver.

As soon as they had stepped out of the car, the girls were on them. Amanda, or Mandy, was all over Dean and he wasn't one to back down. Nikki was with Sam, all over him at first until Sam kept pulling away. And Chance was the lone ranger for the night. She was sulking worse than Sam at not being able to party.

"Sam! Lighten up, bro. Look, we've got an hour and fifty…"

"Forty"

"…forty minutes left. Enjoy it."

"Whatever."

"You're totally killing the mood, Sam."

"Then we should leave."

"After five…"

"Twenty."

"Minutes. Twenty, really? See, that's something you shouldn't know. Relax Sam, I said two hours and I'll be done by then. Then, we can leave."

"No, you said tow hours tops. Means we can leave before."

"Or stay an extra few." Dean threatened. Sam glared at him, You wouldn't. But Dean just grinned. Oh, yes I would. Care to try me. "Just, try and have some fun. And don't bother me for an hour and forty-five minutes."

"Dean."

"Fine," Dean replied walking back towards Mandy. He checked his watch. "An hour and thirty eight minutes. And Don't you be late!"

Sam walked back to Nikki. She was all into staring at him. He was very happy about this. She also had, and of course Sam noticed, three empty glasses in front of her. Well, it would make it easier for him to relax. Why the hell not. Sam thought. Wow, wait a minute: Why the hell not? Was Dean rubbing off on him?

"You wanna dance?" Sam finally noticed that Nikki had been talking to him.

"What?"

"Do you wanna dance?" She said leaning in real close to him.

"Why the hell not." Sam said softly. She lit up, grabbed Sam's hand, and led him to the floor.

Two hours and ten minutes later, Sam was redressing himself as an impatient Dean banged on the motel door. Nikki waved goodbye from under the covers. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV she still had a few hours left on the room.

Dean was leaning on the railing in front of the second floor room. And, just like Sam had expected, he was laughing his ass off.

"Shut the hell up."

"I didn't say anything."

"Just shut the hell up."

"Really, Sam." he couldn't help it. "I thought we just had to be there!"

"Shut up."

"Bet you didn't even shower, you dirty boy." He started cracking up again. Sam, who was pretty drunk right now, started to stumble his way to the stairs. This just made Dean laugh even more. He went over to Sam and had tried to help his brother with good intention, but when Sam stumbled on the first step again, well he just couldn't. He was satisfied with standing in front of Sam, just in case he actually did fall, Dean didn't feel up to stitching up a drunk Sam. Mainly because he'd be laughing the entire time.

Once in the car, Dean blasted the radio again. Sam moaned in agony and quickly and very forcefully turned it off.

"Hey, just because you went all Happy Hour back there doesn't mean my fun has to stop."

"Dean, quit it. Can't you gloat tomorrow?"

"Fine, but just because a hangover's a lot more fun to mess with."