Ch 5 "No such thing"

The walk from the motel was a brisk one. The tavern was exactly what he expected. Dark, with the paint peeling and overall disrepair. A gust of smoke hit him as he walked in through the double doors. It wasn't as bad as he anticipated. It was practically empty and the jukebox had a pretty good song on, he found a seat on a barstool and searched around for his brother.

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me Condescendingly. Take a seat, Take your life Plot it out in black and white. Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings And the drama queens.."Sam sang along.

That was when he spotted who he thought was Dean a few seats down.

"There you are lets go." He ordered.

Jensen looked up.

"GO?Ah…"he mumbled not knowing exactly what to do.

This was all Deans' idea. It was just to mess with his little brother, nothing to bad, just to get him to lighten up a little. Dean said it would be easy, Sam would be tired due to the time fluxuation in the nexus, therefore subseptable,but at this point Jensen wasn't sure he could pull this off.

"No…Not yet. How 'bout we have a couple brews and see if that red-headed waitress wants to follow one of us back to the hotel.: He quickly added, thinking it would be something Dean would say. Jensen wasn't exactly great at ad-libing.

Sam started back at him with a strange look on his face. It was somewhere between suspicion and annoyance. Jensen decided to pile it on by doing his famous Dean smirk of self importance. There it was Sammy's annoyed, Jensen beamed at what a great job he was doing.

"Dude no. I told you that I had work to do." He whined

Jensen took a deep breath and told himself to think fast, talking to Sam was a whole lot easier when he had all the lines written for him. Jensen decided to pretend that he was Jared, maybe then he'd be better at thinking on his feet.

"You can't have one drink with your older brother? You'll be sorry when I'm not around in a couple of months to have a drink with." He finished hoping a guilt trip would work, it always did with Jared.

Sam's nostrils flared, a spiteful remark on the tip of his tongue. Man, Jared did that too, Jensen had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Sam shook his head his decision wavering. Why was Dean fighting soo much for a stupid beer? Did he really believe that he wouldn't be alive in a couple of months? Sam quickly nodded, he knew how stubborn his brother was and he really didn't wanna be here all night.

"Ok but just one soda."

"Wuss.Just meet me at the table closest to the jukebox, after I hit the head." he replied walking away not giving Sam a chance to reply. Quickly disappearing behind the men's room doors.

"Wait Dean, Do I order?Dean!"He shouted.

Sam scoffed as he searched around. listening for the juke box.

"I wanna run through the halls of my high school ,I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs I just found out there's no such thing as the real world Just a lie that got to rise above." it played showing him the way.

Sam stopped mid stanza.

"What the-"he swore upon seeing his brother sitting there, quietly sipping a beer.

"Hey Sammy what took you so long?" he smirked.

"What took me? Dude didn't you just-"Sam mumbled pointing towards the restrooms.

"Didn't I just what? Sammy can I buy a vowel here?Becuase your not making any sense bro."he chuckled.

"Ok, I'm just tired." Sam thought as he sat down. He took a look around. It was almost spotless the outside made it look like it was going to be some skanky bar-fly kinda place. Whoever owed it should probably look into re-painting it or something, they could defiantly draw a larger crowd on the weekends. The chicken wings smelled good, though, reminding Sam that he skipped dinner.

"Something on your mind little brother?"

"Um.. no you-you about done?"

"Nope,I'm good for one maybe two more." he replied waving a waitress over.

Sam smiled at the girl as she came over. She had pretty red hair and lovely green eyes, she didn't even look eighteen.

"Hey Dean you ready for another?Wheres-oh hey Sam." She smiled.

"Ah…hi.Do I know you?" he asked slightly confused.

Pinks face flashed red, as she looked towards dean with annoyance.

"Oh no…Sorry I'm Pink. I thought Dean told you." She finished clearly irritated with his brother.

"Told me what?"

Dean didn't reply he just smirked, prompting Pink to take his drink back.

"Am I missing something here?" Sam asked genuinely confused. What was going on ,and why were they acting o strange?Sams mind quickly went over a dozen seneraos.His brother had coaxed him to come here for some unknown reason, A waitress whom he had never met,suddently knew him, and she wanted to know why Dean hadn't told him something."Oh,crap."he thought. His eyes widening coming to an insane conclusion.

"Oh my god Dean,Is she pregnant?" Sam about shouted.

Dean after taking back the beer ,took a sip and spat it out.

"Wha-what what!" she mumbled clearly offended.

Dean on the other hand burst out laughing.

"Dude! What is she like 14!?!Sorry Pink, but man you don't need some pissed off good ole boy daddy pushing you into a shotgun wedding!"

"I am not pregnant! Dean, tell him I am not pregnant."

By this time Dean was gasping for air. Pink smacked his arm.

"Dude," he choked out between giggles," no she's not preg-preg."he just couldn't finish with his rumble of laughter.

"Oh-oh god I am soo sorry! you must think I'm some jerk, Pink really I'm sorry." Sam apologized relived.

Pink nodded, still clearly offended. Her anger quickly dissipated when Sam flashed her what only could be called sad puppy dog eyes.

"That's ok Sam. But so you know I'm 21 and if you'd excuse me I have custmers."she stated turning around.

"You sure know how to charm 'em."

Sams smiled disappeared as he stared back at his brother.

"Great now that I've totally made a fool of myself, can we go?"

Dean considered this for a second and raised his longneck in a toast. Secretly signaling Jensen at the bar, Sam gave him a curious look, his brother has defiantly had waay too much.

"Sure, why don't you pay the tab. while I visit the urinal fairy.'

"But you just went!" Sam whined as he disappeared.

He rolled his eyes then made his way back to the counter. Where Jensen spotted him.

"Sam what the heck?Wheres my beer and why did you take so long?"

"You just said you wanted me to pay the tab! And how did you get here soo fast?"

"Sammy are you feeling all right? Did you knock yourself on the head?"

Sam started back in bewilderment, was something wrong with HIM?Dean was the weirdo hopping back and forth like some schizophrenic frog. That was when Sam noticed his clothes.

"Did you change?becuase you were wearing a green shirt not one minute ago?"

"Sam ah no. what's up with you? I've been wearing blue all day, you know that."

The younger mans face flashed a million different emotions. Despite the fact that he was making this poor kid feel like a mental patient, Jensen giggled.

"What's soo funny?"

"Nothing bud, you just need too loosen up. I think your hitting the books a wee bit too hard Sammy boy. Let's just go back to the table and sit down for a few minutes. it might clear your head." Jensen offered.

Sam bit his lip and made his way back to the table.

"Holy! How did you get-You were just right behind me!" Sam screeched upon seeing his brother sitting down.

Dean smile wavered, he wasn't too happy seeing Sam all freaked out. But this was the first time in months that the boy hadn't spent every waking hour trying to find a way to save him.

"So, did you pay the tab?" he asked non-chalet.

"Huh!You-you said to sit back down and-and where's the blue shirt?"

"Blue shirt? Did Pink smack you upside the head for calling her pregnant?

Sam rubbed his eyes, was he going crazy?

"No I-I just need to go to the bathroom now." he stated turning back around.

Sam tried to reason with himself, sort his head out. It was like he was in some bad horror movie. Was he imagining all this? He was too caught up in his own thoughts to see Jensen before he ran right into him.

"Whoa, where's the fire?"

"Oh sorry I…."Sam trailed off when he met the mans eyes.

He whipped his head around to look at Dean ,who again raised his empty glass. he did a double take and looked all around. he walked straight up to the bar.

"Can I have a bottle of the strongest whisky you have?"