"Dean… Dean… DEAN!" The oddly persistent voice kept nagging at the border of his consciousness.
"Dammit can't you leave a dead man alone" he mumbled back through dry parched lips.
"C'mon you big baby. You're not dead. Although after last night though I am not surprised that you would think you are."
Squinting his eyes open and lifting his head slowly, whoa, really slowly seeing as the room felt as though it was swirling around in a banshee windstorm, Dean scanned the dark room looking for the offending voice.
"Sammy? What the hell happened? I feel like I got hit by a tank."
"No. It just seems like you are feeling the after affects of your night out with, who was it now? Carla? Rosie? Rhita..."
"Rhonda. Yeah Rhonda, that's right" Dean smiled as the events of last night slowly returned to his poor battered head. "Rhonda. Now that girl knows how to party. Ohh, and she sure knows her way around a bar too." He cringed holding his head as he shifted to sit up. "Man, I haven't felt this hung-over since I got into Dad's stash when I was nine. Where were you while I was getting all liquored up Sammy, there's no way you could have been drinking with the best of us and not be feeling jackhammers in your skull right about now."
"No, I wasn't up at the bar with you two Jack Daniel lovebirds. If you don't recall I was stuck with Rhonda's sister Marie."
"Oh yeah, Marie that's right. How did that go?"
"She was fourteen Dean! Fourteen! You set me up on a double date with a fourteen year old girl while you and Rhonda went off and downed half of the liquor in the whole damn bar and I was stuck babysitting her little sister!"
"Well that still doesn't answer my question. How did it go?"
A sound of utter exasperation and disgust escaped Sam's lips as he stalked to the window shades and threw them open to display the grand vista of the sun rising across the parking lot of "Uncle Donny's Park and Nap" in which the brothers were staying at in between jobs. The sunlight steaming through the windows landed squarely on Dean's bed as he rolled, moaning trying to escape the piercing light.
"Get up, we're going". Sam said stalking off.
"But you got to admit, that was one hell of a night." Dean added with a weak smile.
"NOW" Sam bellowed through the door as he loaded up the car. "Get dressed, we've got to get you sobered up and then find our next job."
"Work, work, work" Dean muttered as he searched for his shoes. "Kill one ugly, freakin' supernatural bastard and move on to the next. The story of my life."