Ch 6"Can't sleep"

The air had thinned out. The smell of smoke wasn't as strong as before, and the wings were sounding better by the minute. A few more customers came in and sat at the bar. Pink sat down and even introduced them to Blue, the bartender.

"Your parents named you Pink and Blue?" Dean asked trying to stifle his laughter.

Pink took a drink of her longneck.

"It isn't that bad," She tried to keep a straight face,"Ok it is." She finished as the table roared.

They had been telling old stories and jokes for the last hour; it was exactly an hour even if the clocks in the place still read twelve.

"Where were we?" Jensen asked. Sipping his soda He and Dean had already been cut off, seeing as they were both about three sheets to the wind.

"I think Pink was telling us about a naked pajama party." Dean mused.

"I was not."

"I know I herd something about the loss of panties." Dean teased.

"It was a bra." Sam added.

"Interesting." Jensen chuckled.

"It wasn't mine," Pink giggled as she started her story," So here we were leaving this theater and the usher finds a bra under one of the seats. So I being the great friend that I am, turn to my best friend Melissa and go 'Dang it, Melissa, I told not to take off your bra!' I swear to god she turned like seven shades of red when the usher followed us out and went 'Ma'am is this yours?" Pink giggled.

Jensen, Dean and Sam roared with laughter. Sam looked around; it was a tad overwhelming at first, finding out about the show and all. Being Sam he took it in stride, so what if there were guys who looked exactly like him and his brother, who made a living imitating them, so what Sam could take it. As long as there was snot load of booze in the joint.

"Oh, I got a good one," Dean started commanding attention," When Sam was five-"Sam cut-in.

"Dean no." Sam warned.

"As I was saying-"

"DEAN!" Sam yelled, still a tad sore about the joke and showing it.

"What Sammy? You didn't know what I was going to Say, maybe I was going to tell them how you learned to read. Did that ever occur to you?" Dean replied trying to sound offended.

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean was buzzed and starting to show his charming self. That was when he realized that he hadn't thought about work in over thirty minutes.

"So as I was saying," Dean continued," When Sammy was five he wasn't potty trained yet so-"

"DEAN!!!!I was potty-trained by then!" Sam almost screamed as he flushed with embarrassment.

Dean smirked, satisfied with himself and continued.

"Like I was saying. The little brat wasn't potty-trained by then and he was soo darn determined…."That was all Sam herd because Pink whispered in his ear.

"I don't think we can shut him up anytime soon. You wanna check out the balcony or somethin'?"She asked.

Sam nodded; thankful .He wasn't in the mood for anything else embarrassing tonight.

The balcony area was by far the best spot in the bar. It was usually off-limits the regular clients, used primarily for parties and banquets. Sam looked around as they descended the stairs. The loft had its own jukebox, tables and even a couch. The railing over looked the entire tavern.

"Kinda nice isn't it."

"I'm not keeping you from work am I?" he asked politely.

"No, not at all. My shift ended at midnight, and I do kinda own the place." She chuckled walking over to the jukebox.

Sam smiled; she was nice, funny, and not at all freaked out by the situation. He checked his watch. It still read a little after midnight, gotta love a nexus. The jukebox turned and started playing.

"-Don't sing me lullabies I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes It's true, I'm doomed 'til dawn shines through-"

"Haven't you tortured me enough?" Sam asked slightly amused.

Pink walked back over smirking.

"I guess," she paused,"Naaa."She giggled.

Sam laughed despite himself; he really was having a good time.

"So you own the bar?"

"Yeah my parents left it to my brother and I. We're saving up for the repairs at the moment, that's kinda why I'm still waiting tables. It's not exactly the career I wanted, I'm not a 'Jo'but hey I grew up here." She finished sipping her beer.

Sam chuckled at the 'Jo' comment. It occurred to him to ask meaning behind the Jo bash, but yeah he was still dealing with the whole someone plays him on TV. Thing.

"So it being Salem and all, do you guys ever get confused with the other Salem? The place where these stupid trials occurred?"

Pinks smiled faded, her face getting dark.

"Don't joke about the trials Sam."

Sam blinked, a bit unnerved, and looked around nervously. That was when she burst out laughing.

"God that gets the tourists everytime.Dude you really gotta chill out." She giggled, playfully smacking his arm.

He rolled his eyes and couldn't help but joining in. Maybe he did take things too seriously; Sam even joined her in the chorus.

"- It happens to me every night can't sleep; the clowns will eat me they always want to take a bite. Can't sleep clowns will eat me. And if you think this isn't real-"

Jared shifted uneasily under the covers. He sat up and sighed. What the heck was going on? Not more than three hours ago he was exhausted, and now at twelve in the morning he woke up feeling like he had slept for a week. It wasn't like the bed was uncomfortable, or the room left anything to be desired. He was in a suite, laying on huge king sized bed with fluffy pillows, anyone should be able to sleep there. Well anyone, Except Jared.

The last few months he had spent the majority of his time in trailers. Barely getting to sleep as it was, he almost counted returning to the set as a vacation. Jensen teased him about burning out too soon, that they should hang out a blow off some steam, but Jared refused; he was tired and still had two scripts to go over. It wasn't like he didn't miss his buddy; he really was looking forward to working with him again. Jared stood up and stretched, maybe he should take Jensen's advice, stop and smell the roses, before he forgot what they even looked like.

"And there he is." Jared chuckled as his phone rang.

"Hey Jen."

"When did you wake up?"

"About thirty minutes ago, I can't sleep."

There was a slight pause, and what sounded like feminine laughter.

"Is there a girl there?" Jared asked with a smirk.

He could practically see Jensen smiling on the other line.

"Why don't you come down here and find out."

Jared laughed out loud, he had missed this too.

"I think I should lay back-"

"Get your butt down here, I am not taking no for an answer." Jensen ordered, playfully.

Jared shook his head, what it would hurt, one or two drinks would probably help the insomnia.

"Well I should be around so you don't drink light beer all night."

"So its all set?" Dean asked as Jensen hung up the phone.

"Yup."He replied raising a bottle for a toast.

"Let the games begin."

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