Author's note: Short chapter, I know. But it's a set up for the rest of the fic. It's going to be humorous (hopefully). I'll know I haven't updated in forever, but I've been... busy... yeah, busy. And I've been trying to write a few chapters before updating so the next update won't take forever to happen. Oh, and I forgot to mention in the last disclaimer that I completely made up the name of Pristo, PA so if it is real, then I'm sorry and don't sue! So hope you enjoy. R and R is love!

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Chicks and Private Dicks

The next day found the boys in yet another motel, but this time –Thank you sweet merciful god- a larger town, complete with a bar. And this was exactly where Sam and Dean were. Dean's reasoning of "what better place to find some info on these kids than at a bar" had persuaded Sam to spend a few hours nursing his single beer while looking over his notes yet again. Dean found comfort in a game of pool, which he began hustling almost before stepping inside the room.

Sam had the notebook out, along with about a dozen newspaper clippings; most including pictures of the victims. Cause nothing brings out the empathy like a smiling dead boy, Sam thought grimly.

"You know, I wouldn't advertise your obsession with young boys in this town if I were you." Sam raised his head at the sweet sounding voice and found himself staring into the blue eyes of one of the waitresses.

"Actually, I wouldn't recommend it in any town. We've got enough MJs in the world already, if you know what I mean."

Sam blinked in confusion. "Uhhh, MJs?"

"Michael Jackson."

"Oh. OH!" Sam scooted his chair a bit back from the table while dropping a rather large picture of one of the boys. "No no. It's not like that." Sam stopped, taking a breath. Come on Sam. It's no good acting like a child molester caught with his hand in the cookie jar or wherever that kind of hand would be… and I so did not want to go there.

Pulling himself out of his internal dialogue, Sam flashed, what he hoped to be, a strong smile.

"No, I'm a police officer. FBI actually. I was just put on assignment to look into the recent deaths here." The waitress sighed, visibly relaxing.

"Oh, okay then. What do you need to know?"

Sam gave a quick gasp in surprise, covering for himself by sipping his beer. Could it really be this easy? The girl gave a slightly sad smile. "This is a bar. People come here to gossip. I'm Beth, by the way."

"Sam." They shook hands. "So Beth, what do you know about the child deaths in the past month?"

"I know they were all young. And died with a weird face. And…" She paused, looking away. She wrung her hands, almost debating if she should continue. Sam could swear she had a tear in her eye.

"Beth, you okay?"

She nodded, still looking away. "The second boy, Jessie. He was my nephew. The day before he died, I spend the day with him." She looked back into Sam's eyes. "I don't think I even told him that I loved him. And then he died, and…"

Sam nodded in sympathy. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." He flipped through his notes, finding Jessie's case. He glanced back up, finding Beth staring at him, a look of slight confusion on her face. "Sorry, I just wanted to checking something on Jessie's file. You spend the day before he died with him? All day?" Beth nodded. 'Did he seem strange in anyway? Or did you get seperated from him at anytime where something might have happened to him without your knowledge?"

"Uhhh, no I don't think so. We had lunch, saw a movie, went on a few rides at a carnival, had dinner with a few friends and then I took him home."

Sam chewed on his lip, trying to put together a puzzle that he knew was missing quite a few pieces. "What movie was it? And where did you see it?"

"We went to a small theatre. I know the owner and got a special showing for Jess. He loves the movie 'It' so I got a private viewing."

Beth sat, seeming to pull something over in her head. "You know, I already told the police all this, so it's in my statement" Her tightened her lips and stared into Sam's eyes. "What was Jessie's mother's name?"

It was now Sam's turn to freeze, completely caught by surprise. "Uh, what?" Shit.

"I said what was my nephew's mother's name? You should know that, being on the case right?" Beth raised an expecting eyebrow and Sam knew he was scarily close to being busted.

"The FBI sends you here to investigate children dying and you don't even know the victim's immediate family? Show me your badge."

Double shit. "Uhhh." Sam shifted in his seat, suddenly aware how hot it was in the bar. "I'm sure I have that information somewhere in my file and as for my badge…" Sam reached into his pocket, his eyes widening slightly as his fingers grasped air. Fuck.

Beth frowned and stood. "Yeah, I thought so. Tony! I need you!" Sam didn't think his eyes could widen any more, but apparently, he was wrong. A 300 lb. bouncer was not something he wanted to deal with right now. And of course, his FBI badge was in the car, being that he and Dean had never actually decided to play the FBI card tonight.

Sam began to breathe a little easier when an average sized man walking toward him. At least until he saw the badge on his belt. Oh come on. Can't I get a break here? H glanced at Dean, who had completely stopped playing his game of pool and stood watching, ready to jump in at a moment's notice. Sam shook his head slightly, signally him to stay away for now. So you can bust me out of jail later.

Sam pulled his attention back to "Tony", who was now standing in front of him, staring down at Sam. Sam smiled, trying to look more like a scared puppy than a full grown man in serious trouble.

"Is there a problem here Beth?" Tony, it seemed, was not one to be trifled with and judging by how he stood near Beth and glared down at Sam, Bobby had dealt with his share of guys, most of which were probably drunk and getting too close to the help. Sam blinked as he realized Bobby was waiting for an answer.

"No sir. No problem." Tony glanced at Beth, raising his eyebrows. She gave a slight huff in frustration.

"He was asking questions about Jessie. He says he's FBI, but carries no badge. And look." Before Sam could stop her, she reached forward, snatching the file from the table. "Look! Isn't this, like, almost finding naked photos or something? He has pictures of dead children Tony!" Sam gave a mental wince. Shit fuck god damn it why me?

Tony started flipping thru the file, acting very interested in its contents. "Well son? Care to explain?" Sam swallowed and could feel his heart beat quicken. Just for once, why can't Dean get caught with the pictures of dead children? He's the liar of the family.

'Well, sir." Sam cleared his throat, trying to stall as he thought up his story that wouldn't end with him getting put into jail. "I…"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE THE MONEY!" Every head in the bar turned to the voice that would make Paul Bunyan shake in fear at that volume. The yelling, as was the several punches being thrown quickly after, belonged to Dean. Evidentially, he was tired of watching Sam squirm and finally decided to lend a hand. His unexpected fight quickly escalated as drunken men decided to join in the fun, forcing Tony away from Sam. Right behind her friend, Beth gave Sam a look that would kill a cactus before running over to save as many glasses and chairs as possible. A smaller salary because of a few broken dishes seemed to be a bit more important at the moment.

Sam blew out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. As quickly as he could without attracting attention, Sam slid to the door and escaped the building, which wasn't too difficult considering Dean was putting up quite an act at his drunk and disorderly conduct. Please let it be an act.

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A few minutes passed with Sam leaning against the Impala, waiting patiently for the inevitable and silently thanking the gods for Dean's quick thinking. Just as predicted, the bar door flew open, quickly followed by the flailing body of Dean and a couple rather large men. Landing on his side, he rolled easily away from the now closed door. Somewhere mid-roll however, something –most likely the vast amount of alcohol already consumed- caught up to Dean and he landed quite ungracefully flat on his butt. Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Wow Dean. Impressive."

Dean scowled up, slowly pulling himself onto his knees. "I should say the same to you. What the hell happened in there? One minute you were talking to Mama Long Legs and the next you got a cop going through our research?"

Sam sighed, reaching a hand out to help his brother up to his feet. "I don't know. She was sharp, not to mention related to one of the victims."

Dean gave a low whistle. "Wow brother. You are like honey to flies. All the trouble in town wants you."

Rolling his eyes, Sam turned toward the car. "I think it's time to visit the families. Maybe take a look at the kid's bedroom, do an EMF sweep."

Dean nodded and pulled the keys from his pocket. He tossed them to his brother, who was already moving to the passenger door.

"You must really be drunk, Dean, if you are letting me drive." Sam chuckled, fiddling with the keys before jumping into the driver's side. Dean was fast to follow, folding his arm under his head against the window.

"Yeah, that's it Sammy. I'm piss drunk. And I didn't just get the crap beaten out of me just to save your ass from being arrested and I'm not tired and want to catch a few winks. So I'm just going to be drunk over here and you sit over there, not being arrested." Dean gave a small grimace as his bruised head bumped against the window as the car pulled out of the bar parking lot. "Oh, and by the way, Sammy. Maybe we should wait until it's not the middle of the night before dropping by the family's places."

Sam looked at his half asleep brother, who was clearly smirking. "Dude, I'm not an idiot. We'll go talk to the families later. I'm sure they'll give us something to work with. And you know this is a brilliant idea."

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So... like it? Hate it? I know not much happened, but the next chapter will have a lot more. I promise. And I'll update... soon. I really don't know how some people update daily. I can barely make it once a month. So please R & R cause it'll inspire me to update faster. Especially because my muse seems to have taken a leave of absence. Or maybe she quit without giving her two weeks. Stupid muse.