A/N: Ok, here's the follow-up. Let me know if you'd like another chapter or if I should end it here. Enjoy!

Sam entered the motel room ready to dig in. They'd found the lead they needed, cracked the case wide open. Which meant more research. Dean had dropped him off to start while he picked up lunch. While the laptop booted up, he tried to come up with the best search term to find the information he needed. Having thought of a few, he opened a browser window and began the search. He always started with Google and worked his way from there.

He opened his bottle of water and took a sip as the first results came up, which he promptly spit back up in a fit of laughter after seeing the image results for his search term. He'd never seen anything like the picture before him. He clicked on it to see where it was posted and maybe find out why. When it brought up another similar picture, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He couldn't wait for Dean to get back with lunch. In the meantime, he'd get back to researching the case.

It only took 10 minutes of waiting impatiently, unable to focus on the case or much else. Sam tried desperately to keep a straight face as Dean handed him his club sandwich, chips, and soda. He failed about 30 seconds later and gave his brother a goofy grin.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, really. Just something I found online while researching our case."

"Sammy, nothing about this case is funny. The guy was dragged through town and strung up in the square. What is so funny about that?"

"It wasn't anything related to the case. It was some pictures that showed up in my search." Just thinking about the pictures cracked him up again.

"So what's so funny and why aren't you sharing?"

Sam started laughing again and said, "Because I don't think you'll find them as amusing. Though I am dying to know where they came from."

"Dude, you aren't making any sense. Just show me the pictures already."

"You sure?" Dean glared at him. "Ok, ok. But don't say I didn't warn you."

He pulled up the picture in question, turned the computer so his brother could see, and watched his brother's expression go from irritation to shocked and nauseous in no time. It wasn't quite the reaction he'd expected. He expected embarrassment and denial.

"Where the hell did these come from?"

"You don't know?"

"What do you mean? Of course I don't know. I wouldn't pose for pictures like this!"

"You don't have any idea? They look like they were taken while I was high school."

"Seriously, dude. I don't remem- oh, shit! Oh, that bitch is gonna pay!"

"Dean?"

"It was that town we stayed in for about three months in Georgia. I went out with this chick a few times, I think her name was Amy. Our last date is still a little fuzzy. Let's just say there was lots of Tequila involved. Damn, I wondered where that hat came from."

"Wait! That's the same hat you used when we handled that case at the rodeo. I wondered why you'd have a cowboy hat." Sam couldn't help but laugh again.

"Shut up, Sam! How the hell did these pictures come up in your research for this case?"

At that, Sam stopped laughing and inched towards the door to their room. He had no intention of being in hitting distance when Dean found out what search term he'd used. "Trust me, Dean. You don't want to know."

"Sam!"

With his hand on the door, he said, "Remember the reason the people killed Lance? Well, I searched a particular phrase and one of those pictures was in the image results."

"What phrase!?!"

Sam turned the doorknob and began sliding out the door. "I searched for gay cowboy." And he took off running.

A/N: If you haven't seen the photos that inspired this chapter, check out the link on my profile. It is a must see!