Sam watched on as Dean left the bar with a spritely young blonde, regretting his decision to follow his brother out at all. Dean had persisted, as Sam hadn't really been anywhere since Faith had disappeare, but of course the night was going to end like any other - Dean getting hooked up, Sam heading back to the motel on foot.
He looked down at the reason he was still there. Before Dean had 'abandoned' him, he'd ordered a glass of beer. Which he hadn't finished yet. He was still undecided on whether to just leave it there or to skull it down when someone sat across from him at the table.
"Sam, right?"
Sam's eyebrows rose.
"Ty?" he frowned in confusion.
"Can I get you another drink?"
"Ah, no. I'm haing enough trouble with this one right now," Sam mused, "what are you doing here?"
"Touring," Ty pointed over his shoulder at the stage, where motionless instruments sat, "I guess I can't ask what you thought of the set then..."
"Oh. I'm sorry Ty, I didn't even notice..."
"That's ok," Ty nodded, "most people come to bars to forget, right?"
"True words," Sam toasted him, before gulping down some of the beer.
"Where's Faith?" Ty asked curiously, even though he already knew.
"She's... away on business," Sam nodded, putting the glass down.
"Shame."
"Yeah."
"I saw Dean take off with the bartend's daughter."
Sam smirked to himself.
"Sounds like you know more about her than he does."
"That's all I know," Ty shrugged.
"And that would be enough."
Ty hesiated, staring at the older man for a moment.
"I know all about you, Sam," he said finally.
Sam looked up in surprise.
"What?"
"Your powers. Your demon blood," Ty shrugged, "in fact, I'm Lindsay's little brother. And I plan to finish what he started. After that, I'm gonna take your kid."
Sam paused for a second, then shook his head dizzily.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"Are you ok man?"
"Yeah, I think so," Sam closed his eyes for a moment.
"I was saying that Dean probably shouldn't be driving such a classic car with that much poison in his system."
"I don't think driving is what he'll be doing somehow," Sam frowned a little, looking down at his beer.
"Yeah me neither," Ty shrugged, looking towards the door, "I don't suppose you want to come back to the hotel with me and the guys?"
"Why?" Sam bit his bottom lip.
"Well for one thing, it'd be pretty hard to bleed you dry in public. And secondly, for all I know your telekinesis could suddenly get out of control-"
"Excuse me?" Sam's face paled.
"How well does your brother hold the juice?" Ty asked, reaching over for Sam's beer and taking a sip.
Sam stared at him in confusion for a moment, then shook his head again.
"Sorry, Ty... I'm not feeling too good," he ent to stand up.
"Hey, it's cool. Need a lift somewhere?" Ty offered, standing up with him.
"No no, I think I'm ok," Sam insisted, "I'll see you around."
He pushed past Ty and headed for the door, trying to remember even half of the conversation he'd just had.
"I'll be around alright, but you probably won't see me," Ty smirked to himself.
He finished off Sam's beer and headed back to the stage.