Sam walked around the parking lot of the 'best bar in town', the 'only place to be', with his lip curled in disgust. It was a hole; literally, he could smell it from the distance of the parking lot. Definitely Dean's kind of place and one Sam would never normally go in unless he was hustling pool with Dean.

It was going on eight o'clock, rather early for a bar to be open, but the neon sign in the window flashed, 'open' and he could hear music coming from the door when it opened and three men came out. The Impala wasn't in the parking lot but that didn't mean Dean wasn't in the bar. Checking his pocket for his knife and the waist of his jeans for his gun, he sucked in a deep breath and walked over to the door.

The interior of the bar was not at all was Sam was expecting. It was well-lit, spacious, clean and modern. There was a dance floor, juke box, several pool tables, video games, pinball machines, dart boards, a small stage for karaoke, and tables for eating with two waitresses waiting tables. A large man stood behind the bar, towel slung over his shoulder as he turned to greet Sam.

"Hey, there, howdy!" he wiped peanut shells off the bar where Sam slid onto a stool. "What can I get you?"

"Beer, domestic, thanks."

"So, new around here or just passing through? You stick around you'll have a good night. Once the ladies get a look at you….." he whistled. "Kinda early for the regular crowd to be in….wait 'til ten or so, it'll pick up."

"No, I'm actually looking for someone." he pulled the picture from his jacket pocket. "Have you seen…..?"

"Hey now, that's Dean! What a dude!" he popped the lid off a bottle of Bud and set it in front of Sam. "Yeah, he left last night with Cupcake. Came back earlier tonight, for an after dinner drink, he called it. Who are you?"

"His broth…"

"Sammy? You're Sammy?! Wow, he said you were big, but everyone says they know someone who is big. Name's Midget." he wiped his hand on the towel then held it out to Sam. "So, what brings you in here?"

Midget? Seriously? The man had several inches on Sam's 6'4 height!

"Trying to find my brother. Erm, Cupcake said…..I thought I'd find him here." finally, he added silently.

"Yeah, he was here. Left though."

"Of course he did." Sam sighed to himself. "Any idea where he went?"

"ER. Mooch was roughing up his ole lady again, Dean didn't like that, stepped in and got his hand cut open on a broken beer bottle. I told him not to get involved. That the person who ended up being hurt would be Mooch when Doris had enough of his mouth and went after him with whatever solid object she got her hands on first."

"ER?"

"Oh yeah, I'd already called Weeble, figured someone would need to bring Doris under control, so when he got here he took Dean on over to the ER. He needed stitches. Say, once you get him outta there, doubt they'll just let him go once they get a hold of him, bring him on back. Told him he ever wanted a job, there was one waiting here for him. Wouldn't mind keeping someone like him around."