Somewhere along I-95 South just outside Daytona Beach, Sam and Christa stopped and got manicures and pedicures. Sam pretended he didn't care either way, but their hunt identities required they look immaculate, down to their fingertips. Beforehand, they had changed into tailored suits that were delivered to a discreet warehouse. Also waiting for them there were a brand new Maserati and a prototype Mercedes Benz, a few tuxedos, several gowns, as well as designer clothing all packed into expensive luggage. Christa pretended not to be too impressed, but she would be prying for Sam's contacts on future cases because he had to pull some serious strings.
They were crashing a very exclusive soiree hosted at one of the most luxurious resorts in Palm Beach. The event happened once a month and was completely anonymous – attendees could not disclose their identities or status. Sam had found a pattern of missing people who had attended this very event, going back 5 years or more; he thought it might be vampires. Whatever it was, it was careful, only taking one person every five or six months. Christa wasn't convinced, so they had packed all manner of weapons and Sam brought plenty of Dead Man's Blood, just in case.
Christa was the first to arrive; she pulled under an expansive awning in the Benz. She had never worn a Chanel anything before today. In the warehouse, she had changed into a powder blue skirt set, with matching pillbox hat, which her hair was swept up under. Her Coach sunglasses were heavily tinted and her usual backpack was now a small Michael Kors clutch. On her feet were white Louboutins. Gold bracelets on her wrist shimmered in the afternoon sunlight as she took the valet's hand to help her out of the Mercedes. The bell-hops loaded a cart with her belongings and disappeared into the grand entryway.
Check-in was much easier than she'd hoped. The clerks were all very eager to maintain the guests' anonymity, so using a fake ID and with a matching credit card was a breeze. She was personally escorted to a luxury suite on the third floor.
About an hour later, Sam pulled up in the pristine Maserati and tossed a valet his extra fob. He buttoned his suit jacket as he walked around the car and strode inside. He couldn't help but notice the attention he drew in the designer clothes he was wearing. The younger Winchester was in a charcoal gray Hugo Boss three-piece suit with a lavender button-up shirt. Check-in went smoothly, despite the young woman behind the counter faltering a few times and refusing to make eye contact. As she prepared his keys, he took a long look around the lobby, scoping exits and the layout. When finished, he, too, was personally escorted to a suite.
The young woman who escorted Christa to her room gave her a laundry list of resort amenities and how to access certain areas with her keys. Christa tuned her out as her attention was swept up in every fine detail. Dark mahogany wood, Carrere marble and golden flourishes adorned everything. Never in her life had she experienced such finery. It was enough to make her dizzy. Her suite consisted of two very large rooms with plush furniture and a king size bed that could easily sleep four adults.
She also noticed the gin martini sitting on the counter near the entryway. Next to it was a bottle of Hendricks Gin and behind that was a shelf of full-sized liquors. The martini was perfectly chilled and she took a sip, relishing in the taste of top-shelf liquor as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat.
"The schedule of the weekend's events is on the desk. If you need anything at all during your stay, please let me know at once. I will ensure your stay is perfect."
"Thank you," Christa replied and discreetly handed the young woman a few dollars. Once she was sure she'd heard the elevator arrive on the floor, Christa covered her mouth and screamed. She couldn't believe the finery and quality of her surroundings. The martini forgotten, she kicked off her high heels and ran into the bedroom doing a belly flop onto the massive bed. Christa sighed, a giant grin adorning her face. The preliminary scouting could wait just a few moments.
Once Sam was shown to his room and given the same spiel, he nodded his thanks and took his room keys, also exchanging a few dollars as tip. It was all business for him. Especially since he had no idea where Christa's room was – and didn't want to know, since they were supposed to not know one another at all. He checked his room for any and all signs of hex bags or other clues and found nothing. He picked up the schedule, skimmed it, and decided to leave his room to further explore the grounds. He had no idea if he could see everything in one weekend, but that's why he brought a partner.
The initial exploration gave Sam absolutely no leads. He discreetly held an EMF reader as he wandered the main areas, looked for plasma anywhere on the immaculately clean décor, and sniffed for any trace of sulfur and came up empty. Nobody was acting weird or reacted adversely to the silver ring he wore when he shook hands. He ended up at the indoor pool and sat down, letting himself get lost in thought.
"Well aren't you a tall drink of water?" A sultry voice brought Sam around and he looked up. Standing in front of him was a woman who was decked head-to-toe in finery. She had short auburn hair and dark brown eyes, as well as a very fit figure from what he could tell. He remembered his manners and smiled dashingly as he stood up. The woman's eyes widened as he towered over her and she smiled widely, "When I said tall, I meant figuratively! My my my. I've never seen you here before. How do you do?" She held out a bejeweled hand and Sam gently grasped it.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am. And yes, this is my first time."
"And just what are you doing here all by your lonesome…?"
"Ted. You can call me Ted, Missus…?"
A soft chuckle came from the woman and she waved a hand at him. "No Missus, here. And the name is Abigail. So? What brings you down here alone?"
Sam glanced around and decided on the truth. "Well, Abigail, I came here to do some thinking before the weekend kicked into full gear. The gauche décor in my suite was a bit distracting. Are you here for the weekend, also?"
Abigail nodded coyly. She was definitely older than Sam, but he was having a hard time placing her age. One moment she looked almost as young as forty and the next a bit older. "Will I see you this evening for dinner, Ted? The hour draws near and I really must go get ready."
Sam nodded, "Yes. I will be there and," he took her hand and kissed her knuckles lightly, "I look forward to talking with you some more."
It was Abigail's turn to get a little flustered and she fanned herself dramatically before departing.
A quick – but thorough – search completed, Christa picked up her schedule card and read over it. Dinner was in just over an hour and she had no idea what she was going to wear. She had a few gowns to choose from, all of them breath-taking.
"How in the world did you procure these, Samuel Winchester? And in the right size," she gasped as she fingered through the selections.
She finally decided on a mermaid cut gown in navy. The top was chiffon covered in lace, beaded heavily in crystal. The lace stopped at the knees, giving way to a sheer layer of airy chiffon, and the crystals became spaced out in a dripping effect as they got closer to the bottom hem. The dress was completely backless from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, which left her very few options for where she could tuck weapons. Her fingers were adorned in silver and platinum rings with gemstones varying in size and shape.
She curled her hair and pinned it up with several different-sized pins, then did her make-up complete with contouring. She looked like a completely different person and smirked at her reflection – she couldn't wait to see Sam's jaw drop when he saw her.
She stepped out of the bedroom, pinning large crystal drop earrings as the finishing touch, and grabbed her clutch. Inside, she had tucked a vial of Dead Man's Blood into an empty lipstick tube, a silver switchblade, and a tiny iron pellet single shooter. On the way out, she looked around her suite one more time, memorizing the placement of furniture and her things.
Upon arrival to the veranda where cocktails were being served, a hotel employee handed her a small, elegant mask to tie on. She did so and entered a world she never thought she would see.
Sam Winchester was easiest to spot as he was one of the tallest men in attendance. His long hair gave him away, although Christa did have to do a double-take at another Adonis-like creature. She scanned the area, looking for signs of any kind of monster or witchcraft. Finding none as she circled around to the bar, Christa decided to start blending in by chatting up other attendees.
Sam was leaning against the bar, his attention on a slightly older woman and a friend of hers. Good for him, she thought, unable to help it as her eyebrow lifted. She made a point to post up at the other end of the bar without alerting him to her presence and ordered a cocktail. The bartender pushed over an entirely different drink and smiled, "That's from the taller gentleman behind you." He indicated with a nod and Christa slowly turned. The mask prevented her peripheral vision from being what she wanted it to be, so she was forced to turn her shoulders as well. The other strikingly tall, long-haired man stood about twenty feet away and he smiled at her. His mask was a simple black piece that covered no more than the area around his eyes.
Christa felt a shiver in her spine and inhaled deeply to subdue it. She lifted the drink and mouthed "thank you," then took a deep sip. The mysterious man made no move to approach her, so Christa turned back to the bar. It wasn't long before another gentleman approached. He was much older than her and she soon found they had close to nothing in common. To avoid growing bored, Christa ordered her original drink and excused herself. A woman in a light gray gown caught her eye and Christa approached her with confidence.
Abigail spotted Ted almost immediately and introduced him to her friend. He greeted them politely and they began talking. During his conversation, he scanned the crowd several times for Christa, with no luck. The masks made it almost impossible to spot her among the growing sea of glittering gowns and black tuxedos.
Time flew by and several younger women made sure to make eye contact with him as they passed. Sam smiled at a couple of them, unsure if any were Christa. A couple of the men also made eye contact, which made Sam feel a little weird, but he smiled back at them as well. When in Rome, he thought.
Dinner was first-come, first-seated and the staff made a valiant effort at keeping the tables an interesting variety of people. Christa was more than a little happy to see the Mystery Man who'd sent her a drink was seated at the same table. The women present were all quite good-looking as far as she could tell. It would be an interesting evening, she was certain.
Sam still hadn't found her in the crowd, but she watched him get seated a couple tables away. The older women he'd been talking to at the bar looked mightily unhappy as they were escorted to a table away from his.
Dinner was a prix-fixe menu served promptly at 6:30PM. The Adonis at her table turned out to be quite the conversationalist and charmer. He reminded her a bit of the older Winchester brother, especially with his sparkling green eyes and sandy-colored hair. They played a bit of musical chairs as everyone began mingling and bit by bit, she dosed the table's drinks with holy water, inwardly relieved none of them reacted to it.
Dancing began soon after the last dinner plates were cleared. People flocked to Sam almost as soon as the band started and Christa could see his baffled face in her head and she smirked. Surprisingly, Adonis, as she called him in her head, came around the table and asked her for a dance.
She was about to decline when she saw Sam lead a woman in a gorgeous red gown to the floor.
"So, Mystery Man, what name can I call you?" She asked as they swayed to the music.
He grinned down at her and shook his head as if to emphasize his beautiful, thick hair. "You can call me Sam."
Christa couldn't stop a laugh from escaping her lips. He gave her a puzzled look and she smiled sweetly up at him, "Sorry. I just didn't pin you for a Sam," she explained. "You can call me Diana." He chuckled at that and she lifted an eyebrow.
"Diana suits you; you certainly look every bit the moon goddess," he said. They smiled at each other for several moments and slowly became aware of the song changing. Christa wanted to spend the entire night in this beautiful man's arms, but she had work to do.
"Thank you for the dance, Sam. Hopefully we'll have another one tonight?"
He raised her knuckles to his lips and kissed her gently. "I certainly hope so, Diana."
Sam Winchester was kept busy by a barrage of people wanting to talk with him. He still hadn't spotted Christa thanks to the damn masks and was getting nervous, but he couldn't show that. So, he danced with partner after partner until he needed to excuse himself to rehydrate and relieve.
On the way back to his table, he doused a few random drinks with holy water. He had still found nothing of note.
He paused at his seat and downed an entire glass of water, surmising it would be a long night of dancing and mingling. Hazel eyes made another sweep of the dance floor, hoping for any glimpse of Christa. Frustrated, he was about to give up when he spotted two women dancing together. He lifted an eyebrow – most who were pairing up were presenting as hetero couples and he just so happened to know a bisexual woman. The one in the backless navy gown had been dancing with the other tallest man in the crowd not long ago. Now, she was swaying with a brunette in a gray gown. It looked like they were getting on splendidly the way the woman in the gray gown was laughing and smiling.
He hated to interrupt, but he had to know if it was Christa in the navy dress since more than half of the other woman had approached him already. In the mean time, he politely declined several offers under the pretense he was conserving his energy. The band ended the song and took a brief intermission. Most people cleared the dance floor, but the two women remained and continued talking and flirting. Sam Winchester swallowed and made his move.
Diana gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Emily's ear. Emily's face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling. Christa could sense someone approaching from behind, which made her nervous. However, Emily's smiling eyes flicked up and behind Christa; the way she bit her lip had Christa tingling. Mildly perturbed that she had been interrupted, Christa slowly turned around. Her look of annoyance quickly changed into a lopsided smirk when she recognized Sam Winchester. "Yes? Can I help you?"
Ted threw out his most winning smile, complete with irresistible dimples, at the ladies in front of him. The one in navy was definitely Christa. He'd recognize those blue eyes and the way they saw right through him anywhere. He swallowed hard when his eyes swept over her body-hugging dress and he almost faltered. "Hello, ladies. I just wanted to say you both look absolutely ravishing."
The other woman's face grew pink and Sam thought the way she bit her lip was absolutely adorable. "That's very kind of you. Diana," Christa introduced herself and held out her hand to be kissed. Ted took it and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, then reached out for the other woman's. "And this is Emily. We were just getting to know one another," Christa smiled a bit deviously and Sam stopped his mind from flashing images of the three of them naked and sprawled out on his bed.
"Pleasure to meet you," Emily said.
"And you. My name is Ted. I look forward to seeing more of you ladies tonight," he said before he was able to stop himself. He caught Christa's blue eyes flash at him and a slight heat crept into his abdomen. He loved how the gown accentuated her body shape and revealed just enough to be enticing. Sam thought it was a beautiful gown; a shame it would end up on the floor if he had any say in the matter. He took his leave and the band began a slow waltz. He had made it no farther than ten steps away when a woman stepped in front of him and they spun away to the music.
Emily whispered that she was going to visit the ladies' room. Christa smirked and took her hand but before she could take five steps, The Other Sam was asking her back to the dance floor. Christa weighed her options and glanced back at Emily who was biting her lip again and Christa swallowed a groan. She smiled winningly at The Other Sam and excused herself, promising she'd be back in a moment.
The younger Winchester watched Diana and Emily disappear toward the bathrooms. He had to trust his partner was careful and had tested her thoroughly before agreeing to be alone with her. He couldn't seem to stop his mind from reaching into the gutter once more, imagining what they might be up to.
Emily moaned loudly and Christa covered her mouth with her hand. "Sssh," she whispered as she shoved another finger into her. Emily squirmed, her hips bucking on Christa's fingers. Christa replaced her hand with her own mouth, kissing the beautiful woman in front of her as she finger fucked her. Emily's dress was shoved up to her waist and thin, lacy underwear was around her knees. Her entire face was flushed with pleasure and Christa was determined to make her come. She had Emily against the wall in the accessible stall at the far end.
Her fingers pushed against Emily's g-spot and Emily moaned loudly again. Christa slapped her hand over her mouth yet again when they heard the door open and high heels clacking on the floor. Emily's eyes squeezed shut and suddenly she was trembling violently. Christa felt Emily's muscles contract around her fingers and hissed softly, feeling her own ache get deeper. Her hand slowly withdrew, letting Emily ease down from her climax. Panting, Emily crashed her lips onto Diana's and sighed into her mouth. Christa returned the kiss and then helped Emily pull up her underwear and re-adjust her gown.
Christa held Emily's hand as they walked back to the dance floor, smiling at one another.
The Other Sam was in Diana's sights as soon as they returned to the ballroom. Emily kissed her cheek before she excused herself and Diana promised she'd see her tomorrow. Only mildly disappointed that the most beautiful woman departed so early, Christa sauntered up to The Other Sam. She knew she had a smirk on her face that screamed that cat that got the cream.
The Other Sam was notably perceptive and flicked his eyes to Emily's retreating form before he smiled down at Diana. "Are you still too busy for another, dance?" He teased, taking her hand in his and leading her onto the dance floor.
Christa just smiled up at him; then his body was pressed against hers and his hand was on her lower back, fingertips sliding under the edge of her dress, as they danced. The heat between Christa's legs steadily grew from a dull ache as The Other Sam expertly led her in a sensual dance similar to the tango.
Sam Winchester managed to finally cut in with Diana, who introduced him to Sam. A small ping of envy surfaced when he noticed how she looked at the other tall gentleman. Before he left, The Other Sam gave Diana his room number and an open invitation to swing by for a night cap. He leaned down and kissed her lips, dragging one hand firmly down her waist to her hip, then promised "more where that came from," if she was up for it.
The younger Winchester rolled his eyes as Christa practically melted into the other man's arms. When she finally remembered he was there, she smiled sheepishly. "Really? Emily and now Sam? You do know we're here to do actual work, right? Not fool around all weekend and contract STIs," he scoffed.
Christa laughed at his obvious jealousy and pouted up at him, "This was your idea, remember? I'm just blending in. Besides, it's a good way to test 'em out." She winked at him playfully.
He couldn't deny that it was, in fact, his idea to come down here. He pulled her tightly against him, his hand on her bare back, and moved his lips close to her ear. "Just make sure you focus on the case, too. You're drawing a lot of attention to yourself, which could make things hard."
Christa repressed a shiver as he practically growled into her ear. The heat radiating from his hand was doing things to her already-revved engine. She pressed herself firmly against him, leaving no space between their torsos, "I'd like to make things hard for you, Mr. Winchester."