Missing out on the Vegas trip isn't a bad thing in Sam's book. The bar wouldn't be on his list of ideas either but they did come to an agreement; on the condition Dean not bring strippers into it, he would give Dean some creative license. The least he could do is give it a chance and ignore the short skirts when they came in. However, he would give a side look as if to question why it had to be the seediest bar and mentally sigh.

The whiskey goes down well. By the third shot, water on standard and some leafy greens, Sam is ready to throw in some ideas. "Right...so when was the last time any of us played pool?" His buzz makes him fuzzy on the average to whom the last winner between them was with their timelines.