Loud music with a heavy beat blasted out of the old jukebox that sat by the bars well worn wooden dance floor. Cigarette smoke hung heavy over the patron's heads; its tiny tendrils winding their way up towards the ceiling. Scantily dressed women mingled through the crowd each looking for their next free drink while eager men called out to them. A pool table which sat in a far corner had a group of men huddled around it razzing one of their own as he lost another game.

A petite redhead wove her way through the smoke and the crowd her eyes locked onto her latest target. A sultry smile formed on her overly painted red lips as she sat in the booth across from him. She thirstily drank in his appearance. He was tall and obviously well built under all those layers of clothes, she had noticed that when he had first entered the bar. His sandy blond hair was cropped close to his head and his long fingers were peeling the label off his beer bottle.

She sat waiting for him to look up at her and when he did she found herself looking into the most striking set of green eyes she had ever seen. The depth of emotion that she gleaned from them was immense and she instantly knew that this man had seen more than his fair share of hard times. Releasing a breath, she hadn't noticed she had been holding, she regained her composer and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Kloe," she said her voice sweet as honey.

"Dean," the man replied his voice husky and deep.

"Dean," Kloe said the name dripping off her tongue, "Well it's nice to meet you. Would you mind if I joined you and maybe bought you a drink?"

Dean looked at the redhead sitting on the other side of the booth. "I'm flattered. I really am, but now isn't a good time, maybe, some other time." What did I just say? What did I just do, he silently berated himself. I can't believe I turned her down. Did I not notice the ass on her? Sam you are so in for it. Your not even here and you're still a wet blanket.

She smiled at him and said she understood, even as the sting of rejection set in. She had never been turned down before. This was new to her and she found herself at a temporary loss of what to do. Getting herself in check she excused herself and walked over to the group of men she had noticed playing pool and scoped them out, looking for a new target. It didn't take her long.

This dupe also had blond hair but his was a little lighter in color and longer, falling just to his shoulders. This man had blue eyes and while they lacked the depth of the other, she could still tell that he too had seen his fair share of trouble. She smiled at him and introduced herself to him, once again receiving a polite turn down.

Two for two she thought as she turned to leave. She had made it to the end of the pool table when she felt a hand on her arm. Turning she found herself looking into the cold brown eyes of another man. This man had brown hair and was much older than the other two; but right now she would settle for any port in the storm. She sweetly smiled at him and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Kloe."

The man smiled back, the smile sending a slight shiver up her spine, "Well, Kloe, my name is Alex, but you can call me Tig."

"Tig," Kloe repeated, "How about you and I go somewhere a little more private? I just need to use into the ladies room then I'd be set to go."

"Sure thing sweet cheeks," the look this man was giving her had her wondering if maybe she shouldn't reconsider the offer.

Kloe walked into the bathroom and headed over to the mirror. Looking at her reflection she felt her stomach roil. Turning the water on and setting it to cold she cupped her hands under the stream to catch some and then splashed it onto her heated cheeks. Wrenching a paper towel out of the dispenser she patted her face dry and once again looked at her reflection. "How could I have sunk so low," she said quietly to herself, "I know that man is looking for a one-nighter and that he is probably some sick pervert, into all sorts of sick sex games, and yet I'm going to go with him. Have I really fallen that hard?"

"Well, to be honest, sweetheart, yes," a tall brunette answered from behind Kloe, causing her to jump and spin around. The brunette walked over to Kloe and placed a hand on the girl's cheek. "I can help you if you'd like," the brunette stated her steely blue eye's piercing into Kloe's hazel ones, "I can make this so much easier for you, all you have to do is ask."

Kloe pulled away from the strange woman's touch. "Who are you," she asked her voice shaking with the panic that began to build inside her. "Who are you? And what do mean you can help make it easier for me?"

"My name is not important," the brunette answered her eye's flashing for a brief moment, "the only thing that is important is the fact that I can make it easier for you. I can make it so you are the one with the control. I can make it so the one you really want to be with is the one you end up with. It won't start tonight, I'm sorry; for things to go the way they need to; you have to leave with Tig. But, I can promise you the one you want will be yours. You just have to do one little thing for me."

Kloe stood listening to the woman; her mind trying to process what the woman was saying. She wanted to trust her gut and tell the woman to go to Hell, but the temptation was strong. Ever since she had moved to Charming her life had been less then charming. The only job she could get was being a waitress at the local greasy spoon and that was less than glamorous. She spent her days slopping food for the just as greasy truck drivers and her nights cruising the bar looking for a distraction. The offer was too good to pass up. Before she had really thought things over Kloe found herself agreeing, "Ok, I'll do it. Whatever you need me to do I'm in."

The brunette smiled and threw her head back. A thick black cloud rushed out of her mouth and into Kloe's. The brunette's body fell in a lifeless heap at Kloe's feet and her eye's swiftly flashed to black then back to hazel. Kloe turned and once again looked in the mirror; this time what she saw terrified her. She saw herself being held captive in her own body; her captor wearing it as if it was nothing more than a costume. From inside her mind she heard a cold hard laugh and someone whispering, "It's to late Kloe. No backing out now. You're mine. Now, let's go have some fun."

Kloe threaded her way through the crowd and made her way back to Tig. She reached out and took his beer, taking a long draw from it before setting it down on the pool table. Brushing her lips against his ear she whispered, "Let's go."

Dean watched as Kloe left the bar. He let his eyes wander over her body and again mentally kicked himself for turning her down. Once again his brother's voice echoed through his mind, "We're in a war here, Dean. You've got to pull yourself together, Dean. We're talking end of the world here, Dean. We've got to keep the final seal from breaking, Dean. I'm the only one who can do it, Dean." Slamming his beer down onto the table, Dean ran his hands through his hair and over his face.

Setting some money down on the table, he stood and started to make his way to the exit. The night was ruined for him. What little peace he had found had been shattered by his brother's voice as it continued to echo through his mind. Staggering over to his car, he pulled his keys from his pocket and dropped them. He bent down to pick them up when he felt something hard hit him on the back of his head. He no longer heard his brother's voice. Instead he heard this loud ringing that was soon quieted by the darkness that claimed him.