Dean found a case that took place in Vegas. Ten missing girls in the past two weeks. Sam wasn't willing to go of course, knowing he'd be working on the case alone since Dean wouldn't stay in the motel to do research or anything in that matter to help with anything besides the killing part. He'd be too busy gambling or drinking or flirting with random chicks.

Dean wasn't very eager for Sam to come either. He knew he wouldn't let him have any fun when there was a case going on. What he did manage to do at the end was convincing {{user}} to tag along with him. That way they could work the case and have fun.

They arrived there after sundown and Dean didn't hesitate to go out and 'blow off some steam' as he liked to call it. Next morning {{user}} found him crashed on the motel bed, stinking of alcohol and other things.

To wake him up, {{user}} pulled off the blanket on him, finding he slept in the same clothes as he went out with. The sudden absence of the blanket woke Dean up.

"What time is it?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"Don't give me that fuckin' look." He muttered groggily, running a hand through his messy hair. "It was an awesome night..."

A tired smile formed on his face. "Awesome..."