Sam and Dean mingle through the crowds of young boys and girls as they ask questions about the park. No one really seems to know who runs it or why, but everyone is having a blast. Sam and Dean move out of the main crowd and talk by one of the structures. "This place is too good to be true, right," Dean asks. "It has to be, I mean, it's just not possible a place like this could be legit," Sam replies as he checks out a girl in a thin bikini, "I think we should split up and see what we can find out."
They check their watches, "okay, let's meet at..." "The Strip Club!" Dean shouts. Sam just stares at him. "What," Dean shrugs, "it's as good a place as any, right?" Sam sighs and concedes, "Okay, one hour from now." They give each other a nod and split up.
Sam walks along the boardwalk and plays a couple of the games before feeling a little parched. He looks at one of the beer stands and smiles. Fighting the crowds, he manges to get a large mug full and stands to the side. "Down the hatch," he smiles and gulps the whole thing down... and then another... and another.