High Roller
Chapter 1: Luck Be a Lady
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Supernatural or the brothers. The original characters in the story are part of my (or not so) creative mind.
Daniel rolled the dice at the craps table. He'd come to Vegas several times but this was the first time he'd actually been ahead. It was another lucky roll. He looked down at the several stacks of chips. He was contemplating whether he should risk it all. The girl who had been posing next to him for several rounds whispered to him to go for it. Her red lips mouthed the words to him. He went for it, after all, how do you say no to a beautiful girl falling out of her red sequined dress and black tights. He rolled again, betting everything. It was a good bet, the table cheered. The woman grabbed him and gave him a long, hard kiss.
Three hours later, the two stumbled to cash-out. He was now rich. He wasn't a handsome man. Rather he was plain looking with dirty blonde hair and a nose a little too big for his face. His jaw line wasn't rugged, rather it was soft. His eyes were too small for his face, giving him a squinty look to him. A knock-out, like the woman in red, would typically not notice Daniel. However, being rich changes things. He knew the girl was only interested in him because of his winnings, but he didn't care.
The cashier put the money in his account. He would be able to collect it at check-out. He had two more days at the Venetian Hotel. The management staff was betting he would spend the majority of it before he left. That's what they hoped. The hotel staff planned to put security on him and watch the video cameras. The goal was to prove he was cheating; no one wins that much money without cheating. Mr. Carlson had stayed at the Venetian before and always walked away owing the hotel plenty of money. It wasn't possible for him to now be winning.
The elevator took the anxious couple up to the 11th floor. Daniel was excited for two reasons. One, his room had been upgraded because of his winning streak. Secondly, he was finally going to have sex. Being thirty and still a virgin lent itself to unfortunately quite a few jokes at his expense. The elevator opened, and the two walked to the room. Daniel let himself into the Luxury Suite. Daniel accidentally let out a gasp, the room was gorgeous. The woman in the red dress giggled.
The room was spacious and consisted of three rooms. The sunken living had a pull-out sofa. There was a table and three chairs set-up for breakfast. It was complete with a gourmet coffee selection. The bedroom had plush pillows and satin sheets. The bedroom set cost more then his entire apartment and its furnishings at home. The bathroom had a beautiful tub with a separated shower and toilet. The bathroom was complete with plush complimentary towels. There were two flat screens, digital televisions. Daniel turned one on absently and checked for cable.
"Am I not enough entertainment for you?" The woman purred.
"Sorry. I just wanted to make sure it was set for me. I have to watch the err…stock market prices in the morning…you know, make sure my stocks are.." He was obviously lying. He didn't own any stocks. She didn't care he was lying. She just wanted him to spend some money on her this weekend. She kissed him and let her hands wonder.
Their clothes littered the bedroom. She was on top of him and moaning. He was rubbing her breasts, concentrating on not screwing this up. It had felt better then he'd anticipated. Not wanting to end it to soon, he was trying to distract himself by forcing his mind on different topics. He couldn't concentrate on the snow anymore, his mind focused on fireworks and warm air. He moaned and jerked. It was over; he was no longer a virgin. He smiled at the woman, her face as contorted in pain. He looked down where her body met his. He was covered in blood. She fell over off the bed, hit her head and didn't move. His screamed could be heard throughout the hotel's floor.
The floor attendants burst into the room to find a naked man, sitting on his bed screaming. He talked gibberish about a woman in a strapless, red dress. He was obviously hallucinating. There was no woman and no blood.
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The following weekend, Jack arrived at the Venetian Hotel. This was his favorite place to gamble. He never stayed over night since he lived in Vegas. He came here to waste his pathetic paycheck. He hoped would day it would pay-off. His job at Best Buy was never going to get him far. He had higher aspirations; he wanted to own his business. He hadn't gone to business school, but he knew if given the chance he could make it work. Jack would call it Jack's Electrics. It would sell name-brand items and high-end electrics. No more selling DVDs and Tina Turner CDs.
Jack was superstitious. He always gambled the same way everytime. Jack walked up to the first slot he saw, put in his coin, and pulled the trigger. "Luck be a lady" he whispered. And sure enough, Jack got lucky.
Jack and a lady in a sequined, red dress made his way to the complimentary suite. He opened the door and whistled. He was ecstatic, sex with a beautiful lady and one of the best rooms in the house. He paused outside the door, the girl giggled and walked into the room. Jack followed.
Twenty minutes later, the woman's face contorted and she fell off the bed. Jack was covered with blood below the waist. He stood-up and tried to wake the woman, she was cold. He shivered and ran into the hallway yelling for help. Hotel room doors opened; people stuck there heads out of their rooms to see a man standing naked in the hallway. He was talking gibberish about blood and a dead woman. The police once again were called to the Venetian Hotel to investigate a death without a victim or without any evidence of a death.
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Five days later, an Impala pulled up to the hotel. The driver tossed his car keys to the valet, "Be gentle with her." He grinned at his brother. "Finally! A case in Vegas."
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