"Supervising?" Dean raised an eyebrow, laughing loudly at his brother. "Sammy, could you be any more of a stick in the mud?" He ordered his baby brother a shot, and another for himself. If he could just get enough alcohol in his system, the he could forget the looks that were on his Mom and Claire's faces when they got back. Less than one day and they looked that scared...God, what had he done in ten year's time?
"Another!" He said, downing his shot and putting the empty glass back on the counter. Downing shots at that fast of a rate was a guaranteed hangover, but just then he didn't care. "Hey, Sammy, what do you think about that one?" He asked, pointing at a ditsy looking redhead across the room. "Think she'll believe I'm from the FBI?"