Crossover: HL/SPN

Characters: Methos, Dean, Sam

For Prompt: 007 Days

Warnings: Downright frivolous and frankly reckless drug use – but hey, they're Immortals. They can take it

Summary: three days of "fun" Methos-style

Day 1

"You've never had a cigarette before?"

"Why would I?"

"Not even one drag?"

"No! They're disgusting!"

"Not even just a taste as a teenager to see what all the fuss was about?"

"Sam was never a teenager. He went straight from five to forty…a boring forty."

"Dean!"

"Just telling it like it is Sammy."

"So you've never had black coffee and cigarettes in the morning. Or that last one at four in the morning after your fifteenth beer?"

"I'm not sure it's possible to drink that much…"

"Oh you have so much to learn. We need a bar – stat!"

Day 2

"Trust me."

"Why should I?"

"Well I'm not actually giving you a choice. You lost the bet and your brother isn't here to protect you, so what I'm saying is we're going to go in here, buy copious amounts of pot and spend some good quality time completely stoned."

"Why?! Why would that be fun?! We don't even know these people! Why do you want to destroy parts of your brain, even if it is temporary?"

"Ok, first? Pot doesn't destroy your brain. And second, wasn't keeping up with me at the bar last night fun? Didn't you actually take that rod out of your ass for the first time ever and didn't it feel good? Trust me: if you liked that you're going to love this."

Day 3

…………….

Day 4

Sam awoke in a surprisingly comfortable tangle of naked limbs, lying on a deep shag pile in what looked like a fairly middle class living room judging by the faux mahogany windows and swirly plaster on the ceiling – he was too comfortably sleepy to worry about investigating more. His memories of the day before were hazy at best: the pot had made him giggle in an embarrassingly girly way, but Adam had been right and it had been good to let go. Everything had seemed like a good idea after the third fat joint, smoked completely pure with no tobacco to get in the way of the buzz or the sweet, cloying flavour. They'd left the stoners to find a 7-11 and bought more junk food than it was physically possible to eat. Adam had met someone behind the store and given him…something. It was a bit hazy, but he remembered suddenly that everything looked so cool. Adam had had to drag him away from studying the lights of the halos around the lights of the 7-11. That hadn't lasted long, but there had been more pot and more "good" ideas as they stumbled through town. There had definitely been a bar…or was it a club? Sam grimaced as he remembered how easily he had accepted everything Adam had given him to try…

…but how had he ended up here? And where was here anyway?

There was a feminine sigh from beside of him and Sam hoped that when he saw her face he'd remember her name. He'd never been like this, like Dean, to just find any old girl when he was drunk.

There was another feminine groan from near his feet and Sam suddenly realised that there were rather too many limbs tangled round his own.

A definitely more masculine cough sounded from across the room and Sam was abruptly awake and wondering far more urgently what had happened. Careful not to wake anyone, he slipped himself free of the pile of sleepy, sated bodies and stood, searching the room desperately for something familiar. Seeing a man pillowing his head on Adam's stomach did not count and Sam stumbled out of the room to find a pile of clothes and bags dumped in the hall. He eventually found his jeans and his cell and called Dean.

"Dude where the hell are you?! I've been calling since Yesterday morning!"

"We were with you yesterday morning…"

"It's Thursday Sam!"

"Thursday…?"

"Where the hell are you?"

"I have no idea. I'll try and wake Adam without waking the others…"

"Others?" Dean's voice on the end of the line had gone from worried to proud. "Adam really does no how to make you have a good time. Just…give me a call back when you're done ok?"