The next day, they decided to roam the city. Obviously the night life was now sleeping, so the more cultured crowd came out to the sun. Sam had managed to convince Dean into going to a museum, mostly because Dean was bored out of his mind. Plus, it kept Sam occupied. Studying always seemed like a waste of time; Dean lived for the here and now. He couldn't change history, so why bother dwelling on it? Why berate yourself for things you couldn't do anything about? Dean tried not to think of the events he wanted to change, tried to stick with his system. It worked, he wasn't gonna f with it.

So they explored. Since they didn't have a car, they wandered the streets of the city, entering and leaving distinct parts. They went to all parts, eventually coming across Amsterdam's claim to fame, the red light district.

"Ah, now here is where I should be!" Dean spread his arms, turning in a tight circle.

"Dean, do you ever stop objectifying women?"

"Nope." Dean grinned, "They don't mind, why should I?"

"Cause they do mind, Dean."

Dean chuckled, "Don't worry Sammy. When I find her, there'll be lots of love...But in the meantime..."

They looked up and down the street. Nothing stirred.

"Well Dean, it looks like you're a bit early." Sam slapped him on the back.

"Yeah dude, they've been up all night, do ya think they don't sleep?"

"Whatever man, I'm hungry. I want some of those brownies."

"WHAT? Sammy wanting some special brownies?!?!?" Dean faked a heart attack, "Ah Francis, there's hope for you yet."

"Hey, a fella's gotta have layers."

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Dean chuckled, "Well alright, c'mon then, let's find some 'coffee'!"

"Dude...I looove Amsterdam...I loove Euroope...Ah...I jussst loove...EVERYONE!!"

"Yeah...Love...it makes...the world...go WOOO!!!" Dean made a spinning motion with his finger, hand flopping around lazily.

Sam giggled. "Oh, this stuff...god...its awesome! Fin' America, never gives us a break, fin' demons..."

"Yeah...demons...they screw everything..." Dean didn't seem too mad about it right now though, "I'm gonna get that yellow-eyed Son ofa b...First thing on my list..." He thought about it for a minute, "okay, well, besides Lindsay Lohan."

"OOoo, Hey Dean!" Sam's eyes went wide as saucers with the intensity usually reserved for the Psych Ward, " Let's just Kill 'em all!"

Dean laughed, "OOH, yeah!! fam...i...ly business!!! WOOHOO!" He suddenly got very serious, "...whew...maybe we need a new tradition...for our little tykes..." He seemed to enter a deep thought.

"Why man? We tootaaly have Niche Market!" Sam giggled again.

"Dude, what're you talkin' bout? Niche Markets? I'm the brawn of this duo, smarty."

"Oh yeah...and I'm...geek boy!" Sam pointed a finger to the air, as if making a thesis statement.

Dean all of a sudden felt very sleepy, "Ooo, Sammy, I'm...slee...eepy..."

"Wait! What was that noise?" Sam jumped up, turning to the door.

"I dunno..don't worry, Big Foot." He flopped a hand in Sam's direction, and pulled himself onto the bed, "ooo..tha's goood..."

"g'night there Deano!" Sam saluted him energetically and promptly tripped on the edge of his bed, tumbling to the floor, "OOF! ahhh...that's...comfy..."

And both brothers fell asleep as they lay, no thoughts concerning their minds.