Friends in Low Places

42

[Monster Movie]

Dean fiddled with the radio and muttered, "The radio around here sucks."

Sam glanced at his brother. "Come on man."

"Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

Francesca shrugged before saying, "Hell of a case."

"No, I-I agree," Sam said. "It's a hell of a case."

Dean looked between them. "A little more gusto, please. From you both."

"It's just... The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?"

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters and Frankie Rivera got back to tackling. A straightforward, black-and-white case."

The three made their way past a sign that read OKTOBERFEST 2008. Sam and Dean adjusted their suits after exiting the Impala and Francesca adjusted her dress after exiting the Impala.

She glared at Dean. "I still can't believe you're making me wear this."

Dean met her eyes and sighed. "Frankie, we need a man on the inside. Or a woman, in your case. Please just wear the dress. And no cursing in Spanish, okay?"

"Culo."

"Exactly what I'm talking about."

Francesca walked inside and made her way to the bar. "Hi, I'm the new bartender."

Jamie looked at her. "Maria Lopez, right?"

Francesca nodded. "Mhmm." She mentally vowed to murder Dean for giving her her mother's name as an alias.

"Come on back, Maria. Lucy and I'll help you get started."

Outside, Dean said, "We still got to see the new "Raiders" movie."

"Saw it," Sam replied.

"Without me?" Dean asked incredulously.

"You were in Hell."

"That's no excuse." Something caught his eye. "Big pretzel!" Sam smiled and shook his head.

Dean accepted two pretzels from the vendor and said, "Thank you." He handed Sam a pretzel.

"Thank you," Sam replied before both took a bite of their pretzels.

"Gutentag," Jamie and Francesca greeted.

""Gutentag" yourselves," Dean said with a full mouth.

Sam chewed and hummed, "Mmm." He noticed an old man in a sheriff uniform. "Looks like that's our man. Sheriff Dietrich."

"Are you the boys from the fed?" Sheriff Dietrich questioned.