Triple Threat Part One: The Guilty Pleasure
It was the close to midnight. Giggling and loud laughter filled the air as couples came and went to Dave's, a big-time bar with a reputation for fights and chaos. Dave's building was wooden, and a little on the rough side. Okay, it was pretty rundown. With bullet holes in parts of the ceilings and broken glass in the windows, Dave's had obviously seen better days. But one thing is for certain: Dave's was the best place to get wasted and happy hour was just beginning.
"Land ho!" a loud voice shouted, startling the taller of the Winchester brothers awake so much that he nearly hit the ceiling.
"Damn it!" he swore, "Don't do that."
Dean merely chuckled as he drove into the parking lot of the infamous Dave's.
Sam remained slumped in his seat until the car came to a halt, still groggy from the rude awakening.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking up.
He squinted at the sight of neon lights on the rundown bar and groaned.
"What're we doing here, Dean?" he asked, glaring at him.
Dean, looked at him as took one hand off the wheel.
"I'm gonna have some fun before we run into Cas again," he answered, opening the car door and getting out.
"We're supposed to go straight to the hotel," Sam complained as he got out too, knowing he couldn't just stay and wait. Dean would either end up with some girl or sloppy drunk. He couldn't leave if he wanted too. Dean had the keys.
"You're such a boy scout, Sammy."
Sam just grunted in response as he and Dean made their way to Dave's, Christina Aguilera's Dirty booming from inside. Just as the Winchesters reached the door, it swung open, almost smacking Dean in the face, and a man came out, giggling like a schoolgirl. Dean gave Sam a look as a willowy blonde came after him, helping him keep his footing.
"I told ya not to drink that," she said, as she struggled to support his weight.
"Yeah, okay, Sherry," he said with a hiccup.
"My name is Shelly!" she corrected him with a roll of her eyes.
"What did he have?" Dean asked, his frame already in the door.
"Long island ice tea and three margaritas," she answered over her shoulder as they headed for a rusting vintage pickup truck.
Dean whistled as he walked in the room. Just as he did, a beer bottle came flying right at him. Luckily for Dean, he had quick reflexes and was able to dodge it. The bottle crashed into a million pieces as soon as it hit the wall.
Sam and Dean exchanged 'what the fuck' looks. The bar was as rough on the inside as it was inside. Loud music blared from speakers cleverly hidden somewhere up high. Below, a twice as loud crowd gathered; some people danced, drank, or sat at the little, wooden tables, alone or in pairs. Among all that, a brawl had started somewhere, encouraging drunken bystanders to get involved. Dean and Sam watched in openmouthed awe for a full fifteen seconds before Sam turned to Dean.
"I told you we should've gone to the hotel," Sam told him.
Even as he said it, Sam knew it was a lost cause. A busty, brunette waitress had passed by with a smile and wink aimed at Dean.
"Later," Dean mumbled as he fell in step behind her.
As Dean followed the waitress, Sam sighed and headed for the counter. He took a seat at the end, placing his arms on the polished, wooden surface with a sigh.
"What'll ya have?" an accented voice asked.
Sam looked up at the bartender. It was a pretty, twenty-something woman serving him tonight. She had wavy, chocolate and honey blonde hair that trailed past her dainty arms. Her eyes were a curious blue and watched him with mild interest. The name tag on her tight, v-neck top said Mona C. He briefly wondered what the 'C' stood for until her question resonated in his head.
"A beer," he said, turning in his seat.
As he did, Sam spotted Dean and the waitress sitting at a table, flirting.
Before the bartender could take two steps, he added to his order.
"Make that three," he told her, "It's gonna be a long night."
She just laughed at that and went to retrieve the drinks.
Dean was pleaded with himself. He'd found a hot chick in the most rundown, questionable place and she was interested. The only arrangement left to settle was where they would spend the night. Dean took a sip of his beer and looked up at Cat, who smiled eagerly back at him. Her emerald green, catlike eyes twinkled in the dimly lit room. Maybe she looked so attractive because his mind was getting cloudy. He shook his head to clear that thought, but it only made him dizzy.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone coming off more seductive than concerned. She had an accent and, judging from her looks, he guessed she was Filipino.
"Yeah," he said, "Don't worry about me, but I like your tone. Keep it."
Cat chuckled at that and leaned back in her chair, revealing a lot of cleavage. Dean inhaled deeply as his gaze locked on her chest. Cat smirked. She opened her mouth to say something, but Dean's cell beat her to the punch. Dean took it out of his pocket. White light lit up the screen and 'private call' flashed on it. Dean gave Cat the 'one minute' signal. She smiled and nodded, turning to look elsewhere.
"Talk," he said, his eyes on Cat the whole time.
Cat gazed out of the window with a sly, amused grin. She looked as pleased as Dean did. After all, he was the cutest guy she'd spotted in the bar and she had him right where she wanted him.
"How did you get a- Hello?" Dean pulled away as the dial tone buzzed in his ear.
"Problem?"
Dean looked back at Cat, who was beaming like the Cheshire cat. Dean grinned back.
"Nah," he said, "But I might need your number if my friend shows up."
Cat's smile slowly fell.
"Friend?" she repeated, "Is she coming here?
Dean chuckled, nearly spitting out his beer. Cat looked jealous, and he'd just met her!
I must be in heaven! he thought with a grin.
"What's so funny?" she asked. Apparently she didn't like being laughed at.
Dean shook his head, a twinkle in his eye.
"Nothing, sweetheart," he said, "That was Cas on the phone."
Cat arched a brow curiously.
"Cas?" she repeated.
"Yeah, I know," Dean said, "He hates his name too."
All of a sudden, Dean felt a breeze and something appeared in his peripheral vision. He turned and flinched. Standing there with his usual somber expression was Castiel.
"Dude," Dean said, "Why do you do that?"
"You're supposed to be at the hotel," Castiel said, sounding as bland as he looked.
Dean took another sip at his beer. He gripped it tightly as he placed it back on the table and glared at Castiel.
"So what," he said, "You a stalker now, Cas?"
Cat watched them with boredom, her eyes flickering to Castiel to hear his response. As her gaze raked over him, she grew annoyed. Her face shifted from blank to a grimace as the conversation went on.
"There is much work to do," Castiel told Dean.
"I don't wanna work," Dean said, sounding like a stubborn child.
He glanced at Cat as she heaved an irritated sigh. She cupped her chin in one hand, elbow placed firmly on the table, rolling her eyes.
I know how you feel, babe.
"Now, Dean," Castiel started.
"Okay, damn," Dean said, glaring at him. Castiel blinked as Dean looked back at the brunette.
"Sorry Cat," he said.
Cat's grimace shifted back to a small smile.
"Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do," she told him.
Dean smiled at that.
"It's not what I wanna do though," he told her.
Cat grinned at that.
"Here," she said, picking up a napkin and wrote a number in it.
Dean took it and put it in his pocket with a smile.
"I'll call you," he said.
Cat smirked.
"You better."
"What the hell, Cas?!" Dean exclaimed, as soon as he was away from Kate. Castiel didn't answer him so Dean turned and glared at him.
"Did you see the babe I was with?"
Castiel shook his head. Dean threw up his hands with an exasperated look.
"Why me?" he asked no one in particular.
Castiel was quiet for a few more seconds before he decided to ask him something.
"Where is Sam?" he asked.
Dean shrugged.
Castiel looked around until he spotted the taller Winchester seated at the counter. His head was in his hands and he didn't look up when Castiel got there.
"Sam" he said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"We have work to do," Castiel replied.
Sam peeked out from under his arms.
"I'm wasted," he muttered.
Castiel stood beside him for a few seconds and his eyes wandered to the counter. In front of Sam was an array of empty beer bottles. He glanced back at Sam without a word. Sam heaved a sigh and got up, using the counter for balance. Dean had another beer in his hands when they got to him. Dean grinned when he noticed Sam staggering.
"Had too much to drink, Sammy?"
"Screw you," Sam muttered.
Dean chuckled at that, then stopped when he realized Castiel was there.
"So what's so important that you had to pull me away from a one night stand?" he asked.
Sam laughed at that.
"I think I've found out where Raphael may be headed," Castiel said.
"We already have two jobs," Dean told him.
"What jobs?" Castiel asked.
"We've got a missing people's report in the car," Dean said.
Sam said something unintelligible and Castiel looked to Dean.
"A lot of men around here pulled a Houdini, "Dean said.
Castiel continued to stare until Dean sighed wearily.
"You don't know who Houdini is?" Dean asked.
"A demon?" Castiel asked.
Dean shook his head.
"That's like not knowing who Mickey Mouse is," Dean grumbled.
Castiel blinked.
"You don't know who Mickey Mouse is," Dean stated.
Castiel sighed irritably.
"What are your current objectives?" he asked, going back to the original subject.
"Some guys have been going missing around here," Dean said.
"The victims all end up missing either a liver or heart," Sam said, catching up to the conversation.
Dean glanced at him. Sam leaned against the wall for support, and slipped. Dean pointed and laughed when he hit the ground and Castiel gazed silently.
"Come on, laugh," Dean told him, "That was funny!"
Castiel just looked at him, his expression blank.
"Joykiller," Dean muttered.
Sam got up slowly and reached for the nearest chair and slumped in it.
"I guess we should leave now," Dean said.
"You didn't say what the other job was," Castiel reminded him. Dean glanced at him.
"Oh yeah," he said, "We got a call from a girl. She said something about needing a bodyguard from something."
As he spoke, Castiel turned around, sensing something paranormal in the bar.
"Is it hot in here to you?" Castiel asked Dean.
As if on cue, the song 'Hot in Here' by Nelly began to play. Dean grinned and slapped Castiel on the back, almost making him fall over in the process.
"Good call, Cas," Dean said, "See a freak somewhere?"
Castiel didn't answer. It was partially because he didn't know what Dean's definition of 'freak' was and because the separation of the bar's crowd had revealed a woman. Dean and Sam looked up at the click of heels. Both sucked in air.
She passed through the crowd with ease, making herself visible in the dim room. Her maroon hair was in a smooth, long bob and brushed her shoulders with every movement. Her skin was caramel-colored, her eyes a soulful, chocolate brown. Her full, visibly soft lips were glossed in peach, her cheeks lightly rouged the same color, and her lids outlined in black. She wore a frilly, white, form-fitting blouse, a black, pencil skirt, and black-heeled shoes.
It's gotta be her, Sam found himself thinking.
As if she'd read his mind, she looked over in his direction. Her eyes scrutinized the trio for a full two minutes before she made a movement in their direction. As she got closer, Castiel's blank look morphed into a stern frown.
"Good evening," she said, addressing Sam, instinctively labeling him as the brains of the group.
"Uh," Sam couldn't get the words out. It was as if his tongue wouldn't budge and he couldn't form an intelligible statement. Dean stepped in front of him, causing Sam to break eye contact with her.
"Hey beautiful," Dean said, "Can I get you anything?"
Her eyes were on Sam before she focused on Dean.
"I assume you two are the Winchesters?" she said.
"Yeah," Dean said, "I'm Dean."
She smiled and glanced at Sam.
"And him?" she said.
Dean looked up to see Sam staring at her and grinned, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"This is Sammy," he said, "He's gay."
"It's Sam," Sam muttered and elbowed Dean in the ribs.
"So," she said, "You are the ones that hunt the supernatural?"
"SHHH!!!" Dean said as Sam looked around to see if anyone had heard her.
She arched a brow as Dean took her arm and led her to a table. Just as he did, he tripped over something on the floor. When he landed, he heard growling. He looked up to see a small, black dog gazing back at him. It snarled, revealing teeth that seemed too large and sharp for a a breed its size. Dean started at that, sitting up. The woman scooped the dog up, stroking its head as it continued to snarl and glare down at Dean. It was then that Dean noticed the spiked, black collar on its neck. He looked up at its obvious owner.
"What the hell kind of dog is that?" he asked.
"He's mixed," she replied.
"With what?" Sam asked, finally finding something decent to say. When he did, she glanced at him, a small smile on her face.
"Husky and chihuahua," Dean muttered.
Sam and the girl rolled their eyes simultaneously.
"So," she said, "I guess it's safe to say I found my bodyguards."
As she said it, Castiel's eyes grew wide, and drew back as if he'd been struck.
"This is your charge!?" he asked Dean.
Dean grinned.
"I hope not," he said.
Sam elbowed him as their client strolled to the counter for a drink.
"He said 'is she our charge'," Sam said, "Not 'does she charge'."
"When did you get sober?" Dean asked.
Sam wondered that too, but he didn't have an answer...well, not he'd share with Dean. His hazel eyes wandered to the woman, who was chatting with the bartender. Just by looking at them, Sam could tell they knew each other. The bartender caught Sam watching them and said something to his client. She glanced at Sam over her shoulder and smirked, looking back at her friend. The bartender hugged her briefly before she trotted back to Sam and Dean.
"We're going to have to make arrangements tomorrow," she told them.
"Why?" Dean asked, pouting.
She chuckled.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she murmured, stroking her pet's head. The dog looked up at her with its curious eyes then back at the Winchesters. She'd started to walk away when Sam called after her.
"Hey!" he said.
She looked back at him, a slightly confused look on her face.
"Wh-what's your name?"
She smirked.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," she replied.
"Wha-?" Sam said, a befuddled expression on his face.
Cute, the girl smirked. With that, she was gone.
As Sam continued to stare, Dean and Castiel stood on either side of him. Dean clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"I think she likes you, Sammy."
"Shut up, Dean."
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