Title: Billie Jean
Summary: "people always told me be careful what you do, don't go around breaking young girl's hearts." Dean has always been a playboy, but what happens when he gets in too deep?
Sam and Dean had stopped by a diner in Harlem, New York. They were investigating a string of men who were found dead with their hearts clawed out their chests. The New York police only had one lead to follow, and it was that of the name the killer always left behind in red lipstick, Billie. It seemed as though no man was safe in Harlem.
"Who knows, it could be a human." Dean said while talking with his mouth full.
"Could be," responded Sam. "But how can a human claw out the heart? The medical reports say that it wasn't anything man made, they saw it was almost animal like.
"The only animals I've seen saw far are these damn pigeons and rats. And I hardly think that they can claw the heart out of something like five times bigger than it." Dean said as he slurped down a triple thick vanilla shake.
"You got something on your chin." Sam just looked at Dean and his clumsy way of eating. "C'mon, let's go to the home of the latest victim." The two paid for their food and left the diner and headed towards 7th and Mango Street. The victim, Tim Cunnings had a wife, and the two figured they start off there.
"So, who are we gonna be today?" asked Dean.
"Well the FBI never fails." Sam responded. The two came to a stop in front of a burgundy house. Sam knocked on the door and waited for a response.
"Hey, isn't there a book called something about a mango street?" Dean asked. Sam looked at his brother in disbelief.
"I didn't skip school that much, I remember some stuff." Before Sam could say anything the door swung open and a petite Hispanic woman opened the door. "Hi I'm agent Shasta and this is agent Dew, and we're with the FBI. And we need to ask you some questions about your husband's death."
"Come in." Said the woman. "Pedro and I, we were having a tough time in our marriage. But I would never wish any harm to him." Said the woman as she began to sob.
"Ma'am, it's alright, all we wanna do is find the person who did this to your husband. Can you tell me what happen the night of his murder." Questioned Sam.
"Well I got a call from my brother in law saying that Pedro was wasted in a nearby bar and he was flirting with some black haired girl. I went to the bar to see for myself but when I got there Pedro and the girl were gone, and I planned on confronting him when he came back, but he didn't."
"Nobody knows who this woman is?" Asked Dean.
"No." sobbed the widower.
"And where is the bar you said?"Dean asked. Five minutes later the two left the house and headed for the bar. They arrived at the bar and began to ask some questions, but nobody seemed to know who they were talking about. The two sat at a table and ordered some drinks. A waitress came back with their drinks. "So what's next?" Sam was in the mist of thinking when "Beat it" came on.
"They told you never come around here, don't wanna see your face you better disappear." Dean let out a chuckle. A black haired girl had put a quarter in the juke box so that song would play. She was quite stunning looking, very exotic. She had on a black leather jacket, a white shirt underneath, skinny jeans, and heels.
"Hey Sammy, go dance. I know you keep a sequin glove hidden in your back pocket." Cracked Dean.
"Yeah, but I got it from you." Sam responded back.
"So you did take it, you little bas…" Dean felt somebody standing over him, and it was the exotic looking girl.
"Hey stranger, come dance with me." She said in a thick Brazilian accent. Before dean could protest he was brought to his feet. Everyone in the bar had their eyes on the two. "You only live once." Spoke the woman. Dean did not know what took over him. He suddenly brought back the beat it dance. Sam just shrunk down in his seat.
"Beat it, just beat it. No one wants to be defeated!" The more Dean got into it, the more Sam wished he was invisible. All Dean needed was a red leather jacket. Finally the song ended and the girl left the bar.
"I never ever want to see you dance. Ever again." Sam told Dean when he sat back down.
"But it was actually fun." The waitress came back to the table with a smirk on her face and a napkin in her hand.
"This is for you. And nice moves." She handed Dean the napkin and laughed back to where she came from. Dean opened the napkin and it had a number with the name Esmeralda written on it. The napkin also had meet me here tomorrow night again.
"Who says you can't have fun while you're working?" Smirked Dean.
"Well let's beat it, so we can get some rest for tomorrow." Sam chuckled as he got up.
"You're just jealous." Responded Dean.
"Sure." The two left and saw a couple in an alley bar the bar hooking up.
"Hey! Get a room!" Yelled Dean. The two laughed and made their way to the hotel they were staying in, oblivious to the fact that once they passed the man had his heart clawed out, and the named "Billie" written in red lipstick above his body.