Authors Note: If some of you didn't figure it out yet then don't worry this chapter we'll explain what ole' Gerty has planned or maybe that's me lol. Anywho I'm lovin the response and I thank you for not just running away and calling me a pervert lol. This chapter mixes sort of with the episode but is really solely it's own. Again if I use lines from the episode Red Sky At Morning I give full credit to the writer Laurence Andries. Thanx Charity

Dean sipped absentmindedly at the champagne as his eyes did a dance of the building. They were scoping out every possible location, every possible entrance.

"Private Security?" Bela offered as she watched Dean's eyes rome.

Dean scrunched his eyebrows as he gave a slight nod. "I don't think so. Look at the way they're standing. They're pro's. Probably state troopers moonlighting." He watched all the doors and saw how everyone was guarded. How the hell was he suppose to get in there?

"Posted at every door too." Bela remarked.

Thank you captain obvious. "Yeah, I don't think we'll be able to just waltz upstairs."

"What do you suggest?"

"I'm thinking." Dean relied as he looked around concerned. The security was tight. How was he supposed to do this?

"Don't strain yourself. Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man."

Dean's mouth drew into a scowl. He was weighing on every limit to even be here to begin with. He can tell this is going to be enjoyable.

Sam wiped at the sweat forming on his brow for what was like the one-hundredth time. His hands were shaking and his vision going in and out. He figured it was just the champagne. Except he's had champagne before and he's never had a reaction like this.

"You're looking awfully hot in here. Would you like to go outside?" Gert suggested reaching for his face.

Sam turned his attention to his counter-part trying to focus on her face. Outside? That would be a lot cooler than inside. He didn't even flinch when her hand rested on his cheek.

"Uh…yeah. Sure, sure." He replied shakily. Maybe cool air would help him.

"Lead the way."

Sam smiled as he made his way to the door. With Gert in tow he pushed the door open and almost groaned in relief as the cool air hit his face.

"See isn't that better."

Yeah is sure as hell is. "Yeah." Sam replied drinking in the cool breeze as he let it cool his hot skin.

"Don't worry though the hotness goes away within the next few hours." Gert replied calmly.

Sam's eyes immediately opened to that as he looked to Gert. Did he just hear her right? "Wha?" Why was he slurring his words?

"You might be left with the feeling of a hangover." Gert scratched at her chin almost as if she forgot about that symptom.

Hotness? Feeling of a hangover? Loss of Vision? She totally slipped something in my drink! "Wha…uo' g'e me?" He slurred trying to form his thoughts into words. He knows roofies and she must have hefted up the dose to turn him into a bumbling idiot.

"Don't worry my Adonis it'll be over soon." Gert cooed as she stroked his face.

Sam looked frantically for someone in the parking lot. For anyone. But no one was around. Had Gert planned this ahead of time? He slowly slid down the brick building as his ass hit the ground. His head lolled on his shoulders as he tried to blink black spots out his vision.

How was Gert even going to carry him or transport him anywhere? Why the hell am I thinking about that?

"Just go to sleep."

Sleep? That sounded real promising at the moment. As his eyes slowly slid shut and he felt his body list sideways his one last thought was Dean is so dead.

Dean wanted nothing more than to get this the hell over with and get out. After Bela's little fiasco of a plan and her taunting him and egging him all night all Dean wanted was a cold beer and sleep.

He fingered the hand in his pocket as he made his way back to the room to pick up Bela. In his mindset he wanted to just leave her there.

Grumbling to himself he almost ran right into the guard. Well fuck. "Aah! Nature called." Dean thought quickly as he put on a more cheerful face.

"Uh-huh."

"Thanks for looking after my wife." Dean almost wanted to barf at that statement alone.

"Oh she's being looked after all right."

Dean had to scrunch his eyes brows at that one. Just what the hell was Bela doing in there?

He let the guard walk by as he turned his smile back into a frown and opened up the door. To his surprise Bela was slipping back on her clothing. Probably was doing the hankie pankie with her money.

"Any trouble?" He offered though he knew money wouldn't put up any resistance. Dean had to smirk at his own joke. Gosh he needs to get out of here to Sam.

"Nothing I couldn't handle. The hand?"

I bet you couldn't. Dean swiftly reaches into his jacket pocket as he pulled it out.

"May I?"

"No." Dean said sternly putting it back into its safe hiding spot.

"It might be more inconspicuous in my purse." Bela offered.

"Nice try." Dean smirked at Bela's attempt. He was itching to get the hell out of here and grab Sam away from gropey fingers.

"Just trying to be helpful." Bela said innocently.

"Well sweetheart…I don't need your kinda help." Dean smirked at the glare Bela shot his way. Ok now go to save the day down stairs.

Sam was aware of a couple of things. He was no longer in the Sea Pines Maritime Museum. His head hurt like hell and somehow he ended up on a mattress a comfortable one.

He tried to piece together his thoughts but they were a little jumbled. He remembers going with Gert to that museum so Dean can get the hand. Then he remembers being extremely hot all of the sudden after that it's a bit of a blank.

He shivered as a cold wind hit him. He figured if he was on a mattress there had to be covers. Right? Trying to pull them up he noticed two things. One the sheets underneath them were silk, two his arms and ankles were tied. He pulled but he just couldn't find purchase.

He looked down and almost fainted at the sight. "Oh my god!" He shrieked. I'm naked. Not just one article of clothing removed nope he was full frontal and spread out.

Ok try not to panic. Dean obviously will save your sorry ass. Right?

It's one o' clock in the morning, he's pretty sure it's still Saturday but one things for sure Sam knows being tied butt naked to a bed can't be a good sign.

If Dean didn't deserve an ass kicking now he defiantly deserved one now. He groaned as he let his head hit the very soft pillow. This was going to be a long night.

Ok I know this overlapped a little bit too but I promise next chapter is solely it's own I can guarantee that. What will Dean do when he notices both Gert and Sam gone without a trace? What will Bela do for that matter? Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity