What Goes Around Comes Around

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did, I would take Dean in a heartbeat.

Thank you TraSan for the beta work, and putting up for the long wait.

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"Time to log off the computer and have some fun, Sammy," Dean remarked as he eyed a couple of beautiful females in the crowded bar. They had just finished a hunt that was a simple case of vengeful spirit. Find the grave, salt it, pour the kerosene, light and poof problem taken care of. He was really ready for a case that was interesting instead of the same old stuff.

"Just a sec," Sam replied as he looked intensely at the computer screen. "Just received an e-mail from Ash, he came across a couple of articles that we might be interested in."

"That can wait till tomorrow, I'm going to go grab us a couple of beers," Dean said as he got up from the chair and made his way to the bar. Of course, he didn't head directly to the bar, but made a detour to the females. This might be my lucky night, Dean thought. As he made his way, he glanced back at Sam, and shook his head as he noticed that Sam still had his eyes glued to the computer. Same old Sammy, when was the last time that he had fun, just let it out? Dean thought.

When he reached the table, he leaned against a vacant chair. "Hi, my name's Dean and the geek staring at the computer across the room is my brother Sam," he said as he showed off his megawatt smile that usually got him the girl. "This is our last night here, and we are hoping to have some fun and make it a night to remember." Winking as he finished his speech.

"Excuse me? Fun? Is he saying what I think he is saying Sarah?" One of the girls asked.

"I believe so Carrie," Sarah replied. "He wants to make it a night to remember and I think we should help him out." She finished as she took a sip of her glass of beer. She glanced at Carrie and gave her a nod.

"Would you care for a glass of beer? We happen to have an extra glass since our other friends haven't arrived yet." Carrie asked Dean.

"Sure" Dean replied with his trademark smile. As Carrie went to grab the pitcher to pour the beer for him, he was about to ask Sarah what they do when all of a sudden he had beer thrown in his face.

"Listen here DEAN, Sarah and I don't appreciate strangers coming on to us, and our boyfriends really don't like it either. I hope this is something that will remind you of us!" Carrie said with the empty pitcher held in her hand.

"Shit, I'll leave, all you had to say was not interested," Dean said as he shook his head trying to get some of the beer off of him. He turned around and made his way back to Sam. We really have to get out of Spam Town USA, Dean thought.

"Come on Sam, let's get the hell out of here," Dean said as he reached the table.

Sam looked up and taking in Dean's appearance in a glance "You know Dean, I prefer my beer in either a glass or a bottle," he replied with a smirk. "Have to put this one in the record books, my big brother Dean strikes out with the ladies for the first time."

"Laugh it up little brother, at least I tried to be friendly with the locals instead of having my head in the glued to the computer," Dean replied.

"Excuse me?" a voice said. Both Dean and Sam looked at the speaker. It was one of the waitresses of the bar. She had a tray with a bottle of Bud. "This if from Carrie and Sarah, across the way," she said as she set the beer in front of Sam.

"Thank you," Sam said.

"They also had a message for me to deliver to you," she said. "They wanted me to let you know that they think that you are really cute and would like you to join them and their friends at their table. Also, that your brother is not invited," she finished with a shrug as if she didn't understand the last part.

Sam picked up the bottle of beer and saluted the girls across the way. "Tell them that I am really flattered, but that we have to get going."

"They said that if you wouldn't be able to come over, I was supposed to give you this note." She took a folder up piece of paper out of her pocket, handed it to Sam, and left.

As the waitress left, he unfolded the note and read it. As he was reading, he couldn't keep the laughter at bay any longer. "Well Dean, you're not the ladies man in this town," he said to Dean.

"Let me see that," Dean said as he grabbed the note from Sam. "I can't believe it, they say to call you at anytime and they actually gave you their phone numbers," he grumbled, shaking his head.

"The part I really like," Sam began, "is that they tell me not to give them to my, now how did they write it? Oh yeah my scumbag of a brother," he finished with a laugh.

"Okay, that's it, grab your gear Sam, we're going back to the room," Dean said as he grabbed up his coat and stalked to the door.

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"Dude, you have to give it a rest, " Sam said as he opened the door to their hotel room.

"That's easier for you to say, you got their phone numbers while all I got was a pitcher of beer thrown in my face," Dean said. "I still don't know what I did or said that turned them off."

"Well, while you are trying to figure it all out, go take a shower, you reek of beer," Sam replied. "I'm just glad that our hotel is right next door to the bar, otherwise I could just imagine you driving and getting pulled over. No need for a breathalyzer test, they would have just hauled you in. And you know what would happen next, since your wanted picture is probably posted on every police car's computer." Sam finished as he took his laptop out of the case and sat down on one of the two beds in the room.

"Don't forget they most likely have your picture too," Dean shot back as he grabbed some clothes out of his duffle and made his way to the bathroom. "When I get done, you're going to tell me what Ash sent you." Dean closed the door and the sound of cascading water could be heard.

As Dean was taking his shower, Sam booted up the laptop. It was kind off nice to be able to access the net from the room even though the room that they rented was on the cheap, very cheap side and didn't have internet hookups. The bar's wireless connection must be able to reach to the room. Sam was just glad that, even though the room was one of the cheapest in town and did have the kitchenette, it didn't have the bed vibration that Dean liked. It was kind of embarrassing the way Dean seemed to enjoyed it.

As he heard the water shut off, he was checking his e-mail to see if Ash had replied to his earlier response. "Okay Sam, tell me what you got," Dean said as he came out of the bathroom towel drying his hair.

"Ash sent me two articles of paranormal activities that we might be interested in. He said that he would have more information on both of them once we get to the Roadhouse. He also mentioned that one of them is time sensitive. If we take that one, it needs to be taken care of by the end of the week, or it will return next year at this time," Sam replied.

"Just as long as it is an interesting case. I'm tired of the simple vengeful spirits we seem to be taking care of lately," Dean said tossing the towel over the back of a chair. "E-mail Ash and tell him we will be there in about 2 days."

"You know Dean, we could get there a lot faster if you would let me drive," Sam said.

"Sorry bro, you lost your driving and eating privileges in the car when you spilled your mocha all over the steering wheel," Dean said as he sat down on the bed and grabbed the remote for the TV. "Do you know how hard it is to get the sticky mess off the dashboard and steering column?" he continued shaking his head.

"Dude, what was I supposed to do, run over the deer as it came running out of the woods? That would have made an even bigger mess of your car," Sam said.

"My car, my rules," Dean said as he found a channel with a movie that looks interesting. "Hey, look what's on. Remember when we snuck into the movie theater and watched the double feature of this movie and its sequel while dad was on a hunt?" Dean asked as he watched Bill Murray's character get slimed.

"I remember that Dad got done with that particular hunt early and was waiting in the room when we got back and he was not happy," Sam replied as he watched the movie.

"Not happy?" Dean snorted. "More like he erupted like a volcano. The one and only time that I take you out of the room while he is gone and he gets back early."

"I also remember that you couldn't sit down for a week, after that," Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah, well we had fun that day no matter what happened at the end," Dean said his eyes glued to the screen as he settled down more comfortably on the bed.

Sam turned off the computer and set it on the nightstand. "We'll need to get an early start tomorrow morning," he said as he tuned off the light by the bed and stretched out and settled in to watch the rest of the Ghostbusters movie. The last thing he remembered was the Staypuft Marshmallow Man stomping towards the Ghostbusters.

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