Sam woke up the next morning and rubbed his eyes. He turned his head and saw Fergus still sleeping.

He got up and grabbed his clothes. He walked to the bathroom, feeling some pain. He had to admit, Fergus was actually really hung.

He closed and locked the bathroom door, then got into the shower.

That was... different. I made money. That's good. I think I need to do this more when I'm off from one of the jobs... But... Won't that make me a prostitute? Well, shit... It's for your kids, Sam. Remember that.

Sam showered quickly. He didn't know what time it was, but he did have to be at the restaurant for 11:30.

He finished in the shower and got out. He quickly dried and dressed again. He walked out the bathroom and saw Fergus sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

Fergus saw Sam and held up the money in his hand. "Here, Sam. You were good last night."

Sam blushed a bit and took the money. "Thanks. You know where to find me if you want me again."

The two said their farewells and Sam left. As he walked down the street back to the bar, he counted the money. When he finished counting his jaw dropped.

500 dollars?!

Sam had only charged him 200! And he got 500?!

DAMN!

With a small, proud smile, Sam walked to his car and got in. He drove straight home and got ready to go to the restaurant for work.

As he was driving, he phone started to ring. He usually wasn't the type of person to be on the phone and drive, but he saw it was his older brother Dean. With a small smile, he answered it. "Hey Dean."

"What the hell did you do last night?"

"I went to work..."

"Sam, I have a friend that saw you leaving with some guy! Who was he?"

"Just... Someone I met.."

"Sam, did you two..?"

"That's none of your business, Dean."

"You did! Was this your first ever one night stand?"

"Dean!"

"Hey, I just wanna know!"

Sam sighed. "Yes, it was."

"You never forget your first one night stand," Dean said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"Dude, enough."

"Alright, alright! I'm done! How are you Sammy? Holdin' up alright?"

"Yeah, Dean. Everything's fine."

"How are Jam and Tom?"

"They're both fine. I talked to Tom last night and Jamaica the other day. They're both busy."

"Understandable for two hard working kids."

Sam smiled. "Yeah. How are you, Rachel, and Devon?"

"We're good! Devon has discovered mud, so that's his new favorite thing, much to Rachel and I's dismay, but everyone's good."

"That's goo-"

Sam listened to yelling on the other line.

"Dean? Dean!"

"Yeah, sorry, Sammy! Gotta go! He took another mud bath! Rachel's piiiiissed."

Sam chuckled. "Alright, Dean. We'll talk again sometime later. Bye."

"Bye!"

The two hung up and Sam shook his head. He put his phone on the passenger seat and continued his drive to his home.