December 1999
Sam squinted incredulously at the shot glass in front of him. It was white, red and green. "What is that?"
"Skid Row Mistletoe," came the answer, brimming with enthusiasm.
"You're kidding, right?" He shuffled his feet, looking beseechingly at Dean, but his brother simply shot him a huge grin and Sam sighed in resignation. "You're the only person in the world who would actually order this, you know."
Dean just shrugged and downed his Mistletoe. Then, sending his brother another, even more disturbing grin, he waved to the bartender.
"Sweetheart? Can also we get a couple of Santa's Rash?"