Author's Notes: I am sure I will get the comment that this is short, but it was just something that I had finished and was just waiting for my beta Mog to look at. She did, and many thanks for the grammar corrections. I will be posting a continuation to Six Weeks of Memories and Coming to an Understanding shortly. In addition, Mog and I are hard at work on Dogtown the follow up to Tecumseh..oh, and, yeah, I am studying for the BAR. LOL

Part 1

At the last stop, Dean had assessed the lack of funds in his wallet. After buying a package of Peanut M and M's, Twizzlers, a bag of chips, beef jerky for sustenance and some drinks, he had ten dollars remaining. The Impala's gas tank would laugh at the paltry amount.

Dean looked over at Sam, who had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. Making up his mind, he pulled over at the next motel. With a quick prod, Sammy awoke.

"What?" Sam said, chewing the sleep out of his mouth.

"Go check us in," Dean replied, pointing the front office of the motel.

Sam wiped a hand down his face. "Yeah, alright."

In a few moments, Dean followed Sam to the first floor corner room. He placed the bags down on the bed closest to the door. "Sammy, I'm going out for a bit." Dean announced. "Stay here and rest up."

Sam shrugged, providing his own explanation for Dean's destination. "You're going to the bar to play some pool."

The older Winchester nodded. "Yeah, pool, we need the money-just stay put."

"Yeah, I don't feel like a night of beer and smoke." Sam said as he flopped on the bed, reaching for the remote control on the nightstand.

"Sammy," Dean grinned, as the channels whizzed by on the television, "Beer and smoke are magic words."

Sam groaned at his brother's retreating back.

To be continued in Part 2