Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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"Cheers!" Meredith exclaimed, holding up a filled shot glass to her twin with a large, influenced smile.
The bar they sat in was dimly lit, and though spacious, teeming with life. A live band played at one end of the room, charming the crowd with their mediocre music. It smelled like fries and alcohol, but that could have been because of the basket of cheesy fries and empty shot glasses that sat on the table with the twins.
Despite the atmosphere, Sam sat behind several newspapers, his cheek resting in his hand as he scanned through them. He was searching for the next hunt, to his siblings' disappointment.
He looked up at his sister, who kept her glass raised with a hopeful expression. "Meredith, seriously? That's your fourth shot in the past thirty minutes. And you haven't even eaten yet!"
Bummed, Meredith frowned and took the shot. Scrunching her nose, she placed the empty glass beside the others and dragged the basket of fries in front of her. "You're no fun." Meredith told her twin, grabbing a French fry and reluctantly putting it in her mouth. "I thought this would be fun. Just like the old days!"
"Except this isn't the old days. Our fun tequila days are over. Sorry to burst your bubble." Sam looked back down at the newspaper and rubbed his forehead.
A loud crunch came from Meredith's mouth as she chewed on the ice that sat in her empty water glass. Sam let out a heavy sigh and moved his head, looking over Meredith's shoulder to look at Dean, who was at the bar flirting. Between the atmosphere, his drunk sister, and the cloud of doom that hovered over his head, Sam was getting rather annoyed. He gestured for Dean to return to the table.
Dean returned to the table with two full mugs of beer, setting them down near the edge. It was a rather small table, and they were running out of room. Seeing the empty shot glasses, and his sister smiling widely up at him, Dean smirked. "Having fun there?"
Meredith shrugged her shoulders and looked at Sam, dropping her smile. "Sammy's being a puritan." She grumbled, earning an annoyed glare from him.
"I think we got something." Sam told Dean, holding the newspaper in his hands.
"Oh yeah, me too." Dean replied, looking back at where he had been standing at the bar. "I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one."
Sam looked at the women that Dean had been talking to. "So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?"
"Reality TV scouts," Dean grinned, laughing softly as he explained his ridiculous role "looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right?" He picked up his beer mug. "By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. What do you think?"
Uncomfortable with the gesture, Sam looked back down at the newspaper. Though Meredith turned in her seat to see who Dean was speaking of. She raised an eyebrow. Not bad.
