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Mullet Rock

Chapter Two:

Sam groaned. The Blue Oyster Cult, Styx and Foreigner? What the hell did they call the concert? The best of Mullet Rock? "Dean I didn't even know the members of those bands were still alive," he said.

Dean looked stricken. "Not alive?" he said. "Of course they're alive." He thought about it for a few minutes then continued, "Well most of them anyway."

"Where is the concert?" Sam asked getting up and digging through his bag. He was going to need a shower before the concert. Thirteen hours nearly non-stop in the car had stiffened his muscles and a hot shower would help to ease the tension.

"Out at the Amphitheater it's only about fifteen minutes away. I got us a pair of VIP tickets."

"Oh," Sam said with a complete lack of enthusiasm. "Great… I bet those were hard to come by."

"Come on Sammy," Dean told his brother. "You're going to have a blast!"

Sam seriously doubted it, but he had to laugh at his brother. Dean was acting like a kid in a chocolate factory. He decided he would try to enjoy himself so his brother could relax and have a good time without worrying about him. "I'm gonna hit the shower, then how about we find something to eat before the concert."

"Sounds like a plan," Dean said opening his own bag and pulling out a change of clothes.

After a good meal from a local steak house, another concession for Sam since Dean would rather have had a burger and fries, the headed off to the concert. At first Sam was impressed with the number of people at the concert. He really didn't expect the amphitheatre to be full, but it was packed. They wandered around the venue while they waited for the seating area to open.

Deciding to grab a couple of beers Dean left Sam leaning against a wall and went to the drink stand. Sam watched as Dean flirted with a half dozen girls that were hanging around the concession stand. They all glanced his way as Dean was talking animatedly to them. Sam rolled his eyes. He was always amazed at his brothers' ability to just walk up, start a conversation with girls and walk away within minutes with a phone number. This time was no exception. He walked back to Sam, handed him a piece of paper and said, "This is from that cute little redhead over there. She wants you to call her later."

"Dean," Sam said in exasperation, "You know…"

"Hey," Dean interrupted shaking his head. "I didn't ask for it. She just gave it to me. I'm just passing along the message" He smirked and pulled a similar piece of paper out of his pocket and said, "This one is mine it's from that smoking' hot blonde."

Sam shook his head as he took the beer his brother offered. The seating area had opened so they went in to find their seats. Sam was impressed to find that VIP seating came with a table for four and had the added bonus of waitress service. They were less then fifty feet from the center of the stage with only a few dozen seats in front and slightly below them.

Sam looked around as the seats began to fill up. By the time the first band took the stage there were hardly any open seats and even the open lawn was full. He took a closer look at the people occupying the seats and realized a very large portion of them either had gray hair or where balding.

"Dude," he told his brother as they searched for their seats. "I think we may be the youngest people here."

Dean looked around. "Hey, old people got to have a little fun too. Besides," he replied smiling, "in case you haven't noticed most of the young ones are chicks."

Sam laughed at his brothers' reply as the announcer introduced Blue Oyster Cult and the band came running out on stage and opened the show with a Burning for You. Saying the music was loud would have been like saying the Titanic took on a little water and Sam decided that if most of the people here weren't already deaf they would be by the time they left.

As the first song played most of the people who had not taken their seats began to file in. The table to the left of them was already full. Four grey haired ladies that had to be in their mid fifties were already standing and cheering like teenagers. Dean who occupied the seat closest to them watched in wide eyed surprise as one of them lifted her shirt and revealed her chest to the band.

Sam laughed hysterically as Dean nearly choked on the beer he had been sipping as the woman lifted her shirt. The table beside Sam began to fill up and he glanced over as the band began a new song. The lyrics of Harvest Moon swept over them as he recognized the six girls from the concession stand including the red head who had taken an interest in him. Two of the girls took the empty seats at the brothers table and Sam was not surprised to note that one was the red head and the other a very pretty blonde.

Dean smirked at his brother and leaned close to the blonde and whispered in her ear. She laughed at whatever he had said then leaned into him and spoke in his ear. Dean looked over her shoulder at Sam wiggled his eyebrows as he reached over and put a hand on her narrow waist.

The waitress came around and Dean ordered a bucket of beer. When they arrived he removed one of the four bottles from the bucket, twisted the lid and offered it to the blonde. She took it with a smile and Sam offered another to the redhead. She leaned over close to Sam's ear and said, "Thank you. I'm Allie by the way."

Sam leaned in close to her ear. He was a little stunned when he realized her hair smelled gently of henna. A subtle reminder of Sarah the girl he'd met in upstate New York. "I'm Sam," he replied almost confused by the memory. He smiled at her as he sat back in his chair and watched her as she turned back to the music dancing in her seat.

Dean watched his brother interact with the redhead. It was good to see him enjoying himself in the company of a woman. Granted, it wasn't hot passionate sex, but for Sammy, it was a start. He'd thought after Sarah Sam would be able to relax more and enjoy the company of the opposite sex but something was still holding him back. He could tell his brother liked this redhead so all he could do was wait and see where it went from here.

They were all enjoying themselves, even Sam, as the band played on. Talking was difficult which suited both brothers just fine. They glanced at each other shaking their heads as several songs later the music of the song 'Don't Fear the Reaper' began. After the events with the faith healer up in Nebraska they had decided that the person who wrote this song was either nuts or high. Of course you should fear the reaper!

Foreigner was on stage and darkness had descended on the amphitheater. Several buckets of beer had already come and gone when the sweet smell of marijuana floated past Dean attracting his attention. He looked around for its source and his jaw nearly hit the table when he saw the little old ladies at the table next to him passing a pipe around. The woman sitting next to him noticed him watching and wiggled her eyebrows at him before offering it to him. He waved off the offer and turned to see his brother nearly doubled over in laughter.

Dean shook his head at his brothers' antics. Sam really was enjoying himself and Dean was glad for it. His brother regained his composure and eyed his brother briefly before turning back to the watch the band on stage. Dean noticed however, that Sam's view of the stage was blocked by the redhead who was standing in front of him her hips swaying practically in his face. He also noticed that his brother seemed very distracted by the small tattoo she had in the center of her back.

Dean stood and up and grabbed the blonde by the waist and danced with her to the lyrics of Hot Blooded. He leaned in and whispered a suggestion for after the concert in her ear and she laughed then drew closer to him nibbling on his ear as she replied in a very positive way.

Loud screeching laughter from the table of elderly ladies drew Dean's attention and as he swung his head around to see what the commotion was about he was struck hard in the side of the head by a glass bottle. His grip on the blonde was the only thing that kept him from hitting his knees as the blow brought bright shining stars to his eyes.

Sam heard the screeching and turned just in time to see the old woman closest to his brother lose her balance and send her arms up in an effort to grab something to help stop her fall. Unfortunately she was holding onto a bottle of beer which cracked loudly as it slammed into Dean's head and shattered scattering beer and glass over Dean and the blonde. Dean sagged into the girls' arms and Sam nudged the redhead aside as he leapt to his feet to help his brother.

A/N Sorry it took so long to post this one, but after watching the season premier I got a bad case of writers block because I was so distracted with the character death. sniffle, sniffle I'd heard they might do it, but… I think it would have been better if he the demon had just wanted him for the purpose of possession instead!