Being Alone (D. Winchester)

2.52 Alcohol Ghost

In a Motel.

Garth was working on his EMF reader. Dean was sitting on the sofa, reading a journal. I was sitting next to him and helping him looking through the journal.

Dean breathed out annoyed "There's a million things with claws go bump in the night. "

Sam was sitting at the table using the laptop.

Me "but Once you throw in "invisible," the number goes down. "

Dean picked up a motel card on the table next to him" "Afternoon Delights"? Really, Garth? Don't you think this place is a little, uh... "

Garth " Uh, you want a nice hot tub after a day at the office. It's the little things. I feel sad for those brewery dudes. Spend your life beautifying the world through beer. First a partner offs himself. "

I drank my my flask.

Garth " Now two kids get ganked by unknown freakadeek. "

Sam "According to this, Dale wasn't just a partner. He was also the brewmaster."

Dean""Brewmaster"?"

Sam "He was widely considered a genius. "

Dean " All right, that's it. "

He stood up, grabbed my flask and took a sip of it. Then he walked over to the fridge, leaving my flask on the table next to the EMF reader. The reader started to make a noise.

Dean "No microbrew is worth... ..what was it – eight Food Magazine awards? "

He opened the fridge and took beers out " Beer's not food. It's..."

He handed Garth, Sam and me a beer"..whatever water is. "

Dean read the name on it "Hmm. Thighslapper. "

Then he took a sip of it an nodded "Wow, that's actually awesome. Damn it, I'm not even mad anymore. "

I looked over to Garth and smirked.

Garth was downing the whole bottle.

Dean nodded "Wow. Party on, Garth. "

Garth "I don't even usually drink beer. It messes with my depth perception. Especially when I skinny-dip. "

I raised an eyebrow.

Garth smiled "Hey, you guys want to hear a joke? "

Sam "Listen to this. This is something interesting. "

Garth started to laugh.

Sam asked confused " Garth, are you drunk? "

Garth chuckled "Dude, I just... drank a whole beer. Of course I'm drunk."

I shook my head "Something interesting? "

Sam "Right. Uh... "

Garth "Hey, can I have some more Thighslapper? "

Sam" No. "

Dean" No. Coffee for you, Tara Reid. "

Garth "Coffee with kalhúa in it? "

Sam looked at the computer "So, it says that Dale actually left the company two weeks before he died. Or... maybe he got pushed out 'cause he didn't want to sell. I mean, Baxter said the deal's been in the works for months. "

Dean nodded " That would explain the widow. She's suing. Maybe Dale had a bone to pick, and he's still picking it. "

Garth nodded "Right. So, maybe he's a spirito malo. "