Dean stepped outside the small store, bags in hand. He walked over to Becca, who was sitting on a bench, and pulled out a bag of M&M's.
"Just for that, you can't have any M&M's." He told her, referring to the comment she made before she ran out. He opened the bag and popped a handful in his mouth. "Mmmm, they're sooo good!" He taunted her.
"I don't care, I don't like M&M's. That's why I got skittles." Becca informed him, pulling out a bag of skittles and opening the bag. She put a handful in her mouth. "Mmm, sooo good!" She said, mimicking Dean's tone.
"Ooh, you think you're so smart." Dean said, walking back towards the motel, Becca at his side. "Sammy's going to love you." He raised his eyebrows and slid the M&M's back into the shopping bag.
"What does that mean?" Becca questioned, but Dean changed the subject.
"So…" He began, putting on a serious tone. Becca wouldn't want to talk about what happened in the store with Andrew. "What did wolf boy say to you back there?"
Becca sighed. "Short version he told I broke my promise of going to his house and no one breaks promises to him. I then kinda told him to bite me and he said it would be his pleasure. Oh, and he called me a little bitch! That's about it."
"Well, he's not wrong there." Dean commented, thinking about the little bitch comment. He side stepped in case Becca felt the need to hit him, and continued on towards the motel. They were almost there, in fact, but Dean stopped and turned around to face Becca.
"We're going to get that son of a bitch, and I'm going to love every moment of it." He paused. "But until then, you can only have candy after breakfast."
Dean gave her a huge smile before grabbing the skittles out of her hand and running towards the motel door.
"Ah, hell no!" Becca hurried after him and stopped in front of him as he reached the motel door. "Give me them back." She demanded.
" 'Give me them back!'" Dean mimicked, holding the bag above his head. He glanced into the motel room window, trying to see if anyone was awake, but all he could see was his own reflection.
"Okay, you asked for it." Becca said, and Dean pushed passed her carelessly, reaching for the door handle…..when she jumped on his back.
"Jesus!" He called out, shocked.
"Now give them back!" Becca demanded again, reaching for the skittles. Dean only laughed.
"How much do you weigh?! Seriously." He knew asking her that would be a huge insult to her, and that's what he was going for.
"Why do you have to be so tall?" Becca asked him, before it seemed to register what he just said. "Oh, you did not just call me fat!"
She reached for the skittles again, using more force….and hurting Dean's back.
"Ouch…ah, get off!" Dean said, cringing slightly. "Fine, have your frickin' skittles." He said, throwing the bag across the street – where they all poured out unto the ground.
"Ooops." He said, figuring Becca would be pissed.
"Uh, what the hell did you do that for?" She asked, jumping off his back. She picked his M&M's out of the shopping bag and threw them across the street to land near her skittles.
"There, happy now?" She asked him, crossing her arms and glaring up at him.
"Hey!" Dean said, walking over to the candy on the ground. "Why did you do that?!" He bent to pick up the candy, trying to scoop up as many pieces as he could, but they all looked disgusting now. An idea occurred to him and he scooped them all up, placing them back in the bag.
"You're not seriously going to eat those, are you?" Becca asked, watching him. "If you are then you're more disgusting then I thought." She was still glaring at him, and her tone was anything but happy.
"What?" Dean looked at Becca and then the candy. "That's gross." He smiled at her. "Sam will, though."
"That's so mean, it's genius!" Becca said, clearly excited by the idea of feeding disgusting candy to Sam.
Dean laughed and peered through the window to see what was going on. All he saw was Chase and Sam both sitting at the table doing what looked to be researching.
"Looks like a party in there," He commented sarcastically. Becca walked up to the window and peered in as well.
"If that's what you call a party, you must go to some really lame parties."
"It's called sarcasm." Dean said, frowning at Becca.
"I don't want to go in there if that's all we're going to be doing. It's boring."
"Well, we could always find a bar." Dean said, his frown turning into a smile as he turned to Becca. Then it vanished as he realized her age. "Wait, we can't. Well, you can't."
"Well, I could if I was with someone who is over twenty one and would give me permission to use my fake ID." Becca started slowly, smiling and giving him a puppy dog look.
Dean frowned slightly. "Hmmm. It's a bit early, even for me." He glanced back through the window; it did look pretty boring. "I guess we could go for awhile."
Dean turned to walk down the street, Becca trailing behind him. "Yes!" She exclaimed, over joyed he'd agreed.
Dean thought of telling the others where they were going, but Sam wouldn't want him to go because this job was important. Dean cared a lot about it, too, but it could only be solved at night, so he didn't see the harm in spending an hour or so at a local bar.

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Sam sat at the table, starting to grow agitated. He'd heard Dean and Becca outside earlier, but when he'd looked out the window, he'd seen them walking away. He figured they were talking, so he didn't open the door, wanting to give them some privacy.
But that was over a half hour ago, and he and Chase were starving. Sam picked up his phone and dialed Dean's number. After a few rings, he finally picked up.
"Dean, where are you? You've been gone for hours." Sam paused as he heard music in the background and female voices. "Dean, are you in a bar?!"
"Hey, Sam…..excuse me girls."
Sam couldn't believe his ears. Dean going to a bar was bad enough, but where was Becca? He would have had to take her with him, and Becca was far too young.
Sam stood up and walked outside, so as not to bother Chase, who was busy making notes.
"Dean! Where's Bec?! Don't tell me you took her into a bar with you…she's under age!" Sam hollered into the phone.
"Sam, calm down! Okay, so yeah, we're in a bar, but she's drinking Ginger Ale!" Dean responded. "Look, Sam, if you're pissed I didn't ask you to come just say."
Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Dean, why didn't you tell me you were going out?" He looked out at the parking lot and saw a few scattered M&M's and skittles. "And….I had another one of them visions." He said, hoping his brother would get the idea. "And where the hell is our breakfast?" He added, as his stomach growled.
"Okay, Sammy, I was wrong, I get it. Slap on the wrist and everything." Dean said. "We're on our way back." There was a pause. "Sammy…….I bought you some M&M's and skittles. See you in a sec."
"Okay, Dean." He said, and then hung up the phone. He leaned against the wall outside the motel and waited, trying not to laugh at the thought of Dean buying him candy. He slid down the wall into a sitting position and tried to wrap his mind around Dean taking Becca to a bar.
In a few minutes time they rounded the corner and Dean greeted Sam brightly. "Hey, Sam!"
"Hey, Dean." Sam stood up, looking his brother up and down. "At least you're not stuck to the roof." He commented lightly, smelling the alcohol on his brother's breath. "Jesus, Dean, how long were you there for?"
Sam swished his hand in front of his face to get rid of the smell, and turned to walk into the motel room.
"Not long. But, well, I met some chicks, and…" Dean followed him in, giving an explanation, but stopping when Sam gave him a disinterested look. He set the shopping bag on the table next to Chase.
"I got everyone sandwiches and you some candy, Sammy." Dean pulled out the different items and handed Sam the open bags of candy. He walked over to his bed to sit down, but being that he was a bit tipsy, he misjudged it and ended up on the floor. Sam burst out laughing at the sight, holding a handful of candy by his mouth.
Chase stood up to investigate the sandwiches. "What, you didn't get me any beer or candy? Nice to know you thought of me, Dean."
"If you want some, I'm sure Sam won't mind sharing." Becca informed Chase, smiling brightly.
Chase looked at Becca. "I don't like sharing." She said, picking up a sandwich and sitting back down in her chair. She glanced at Dean on the floor, and then at Sam. "Still planning on sending them to do the research?"
"Wait, what research? I can still go, I'm sober." Becca said, sitting down on one of the beds.
"I don't know, you went into a bar under age. That's not very honest, Becca. How do I know you could do it?" Chase raised an eyebrow at Becca, biting into the sandwich.
"Because I'm awesome and I want to go." Becca replied. "But seriously, what research? I can go do it if you want and we'll let Dean stay here and sober up."
"Research to see if there are anymore new people in town and see who all is visiting. Andrew might not be the only werewolf in town." Said Chase. "Sam and I were going to tail Andrew while you guys did the research, but," She glanced at Dean. "He doesn't seem to be up to it at the moment so maybe the tailing can wait for a little bit."
Sam looked at Dean, who was still lying on the floor. Sam still hadn't put the candy in his mouth, mainly because he knew it was dirty.
"Here, have some," He told Dean, dropping the handful one by one unto his prostrate brother. "You didn't think I would notice the road being scattered with these?"
Sam laughed as Dean bat the candy off of himself and started to get up off the ground, and then he turned to Chase.
"Chase, you've been following this case for awhile and you've followed it across towns, so you should be able to slightly recognize some people from other towns." He said. "If you and Bec go and have a look around town, see if you can find someone you might recognize from other towns and ask around about new people."
Sam looked at his brother, who was now sitting hazily on the edge of one of the beds. "I'll take Dean to stake out Andrew's house. Hopefully he'll be sober soon enough."
Chase shrugged, "Sounds good to me."
Sam smiled at Chase and then looked at Dean. He walked over to his brother and put his arm around him, trying to help him off the bed, but his brother wasn't helping at all.
"Jesus, Dean, lay off the sweets."
Finally Sam got him up and dragged him into the bathroom. "Go have a cold shower; you stink."
Dean gave him a pouty look. "That hurts, Sam." He said.
Sam just shook his head and exited the bathroom and then, as an after thought, turned back to the door and yelled, "AND DON'T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF FIRST!"
"Dude, I know, I'm an idiot…..no, wait…..I mean, I'm NOT an idiot." Dean yelled back, his voice slightly slurred.
He walked back over to the table, where his jacket lay and he pulled it on, glancing out the window at the car. "I reckon we're going to need another car." He commented, casting a glance at Chase. "That backseat isn't what I would call roomy."
Chase looked at Sam, a twinkle in her eye. "So, we're going to have to do some car shopping?" She asked, a sly smile playing across her lips.
Sam smiled back at her, glad she'd picked up on what he was implying. "Yeah, we do. If you happen to have a free moment, why don't you get us one?"
The only thing, to Sam's knowledge, they would have to worry about would be license plates, but he knew Dean had a whole collection of them in the trunk.
Chase stood up, grabbing her jacket. "You guys be ready to go by the time I get back." She said, and then left the motel.

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Hey, guys! This isn't the end of the story, but I'd love to hear from you...any little comment. Commentary on how the story is going, commentary on the writing, maybe even a thought about the original characters and what you think of them. Anything would be great, thanks CHJ