The Complete Season (Supernatural)

Episode 8: Intermission

After leaving Tombstone in a slight hurry, we crossed the state line and ended up in a small town in New Mexico. It was around ten pm when we checked into a motel on the outskirts of town. None of us were tired. After we were all showered and cleaned up, we sat around debating what to do.

"Bar. I vote bar." Dean said, sitting on my bed and lacing up his boots.

"You always vote bar." Sam told him

"We had a victory! We ganked some vamps, saved a kid, and Mina kicked the shit out of a dude. It's cause to celebrate." Dean explained, throwing his hands in the air.

"I agree. Let's go out." I was feeling pretty good about myself, and I'd been cooped up in the bunker for weeks. "Plus, isn't a beer in order after a hunt?"

"Yes, yes it IS." Dean said.

"I'm not disagreeing! I'm just saying that you always want to go to a bar." Sam laughed. "Preferably one with hot bartenders."

Dean pointed at am. "You sir, are correct."

The closest bar was walking distance, so we all bundled up and headed down. It was called the Double Deuce, and loud country music spilled from the doorway. A large bouncer checked our ID's (fake of course) and let us in.

The lighting was dim, and neon bar signs cast a pale orange glow around the place. The bar area was crowded, so we found a tall table and ordered beers all around. There was a dance floor opposite us.

When our drinks came, we all clinked bottles. "To a hunt well-done." Sam said. We all nodded and drank.

After about four beers, I found myself on the dance floor, line dancing with a man who had to be in his sixties or seventies. I was tripping all over him as he tried to show me the convoluted steps to some strange dance, but it was fun.

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"That doesn't bother you, dude?" Dean took a pull from his beer and looked from Mina, who was out dancing with a geriatric man and had somehow managed to steal his cowboy hat, back to Sam.

"Does what bother me?" Sam asked.

"That your little girlfriend turns into Drunky Mc'Dancing Shoes after a couple beers."

A look of panic flashed across Sam's handsome face. "My girlfriend?"

Dean smiled his devilish grin. "Oh come on. I've been around you for weeks. You have a major thing for that girl." His grin widened as Sam appeared to become more uncomfortable. "Not that I blame you. I mean, she's hot. And she's tough."

"Yeah, you keep saying she's hot." Sam gritted his teeth. "But no, it doesn't bother me. I'm not threatened by a seventy year old man trying to teach her some stupid dance."

As if on cue, Mina broke away from the man, and, still wearing his hat, approached the table. She slung her arm around Sam's shoulders and grinned from him to Dean. "So." She began, taking another drink of her beer. "Does either one of you handsome assholes know how to two step?"

Sam shook his head. "I must've missed that one in dance class." He chuckled.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Dean stated. He raised his eyebrows and looked smug.

"You do?" Sam looked surprised.

"Then guess what you're about to do?" Mina grabbed Dean's hand.

"Two step with you?" Dean asked as she pulled him to the floor. "What a surprise! Didn't see that coming." He called back to Sam sarcastically.