Title: Kiss the Girls
Rating: M (Violence, Adult Language, Adult Situations)
Plot: When Dean tries to help Sam unwind in the small town of Roanoke, things become increasingly complicated as Cas shows up with a case that will not only test the brothers limits, but bring back old memories that both had thought had been long since dead and buried. Can Sam and Dean resolve their issues in time to save the small town of Roanoke before its too late?
Disclaimer: As usual I don't own Sam, Dean, or Cas (and any other characters from the 'verse), but I do own all original characters and loath them equally.
Author's Note: This was intended to be a short, sweet, and fun little one-shot about Sam and Dean relaxing, but it evolved into something so much more fun. I would like to dedicate this ditty to my friend Elliott. I hope you like it.
Chapter One:
The Void All Men Have
Robert Conrad could only roll his eyes and feign defeat. "You win," he said aloud to his friend Eric Carlyle as Eric's 2002 Ford Focus lurched to a stop," I know nothing, you know what's best." he recited, blandly. Eric had been on his ass for weeks about relaxing and doing something for himself instead of his bitch of a wife, Courtney. Eric shot him a look that made his blood run cold and crossed his arms. He knew what his friend was expecting. "I'm not saying it," he replied looking over to Eric whose eyes were drilling into him, "there's nothing you could say or do to make me say it."
Eric laughed and shifted in his seat. "Nothing?" he said running his left hand through his thick blonde hair, "You don't want to make a bet on that, do you?" he asked reaching for his cell. Robert reached out and smacked the cell from his hand and frowned. "What? You thought I was going to call your wife?" he asked looking defeated. "I wasn't." he threw out as Robert turned off his friend's cell and placed it between them in the center console.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever," he replied now folding his arms and shooting Eric a cross look, "you really expect me to believe that? Who do you take me for? Tommy?" Robert asked allowing his tone to become lighter. Eric laughed and retrieved his cell. Turning it on, he shifted the Focus from drive to park and rested his hands on the steering wheel. "Really, I'm not saying it." he responded to Eric who was still waiting for the rest of the speech. "You can't make me." Robert playfully shouted at his best friend.
Eric nodded with mock understanding, "I can see how it is," he replied to his friend, "you think that, because you're married, you can't have a little fun and fill that deep, deep, deep void that all men have inside themselves and I understand that. I do! But, man, you're killing me," he waxed, really getting into it now "you have been down on your luck and while I don't mean to Bon Jovi your ass...it's your life and it's now or never. I'm sure Courtney wouldn't mind. Hell, she might even thank me!" His eyes met Robert's as he finished and he watched as his friend let out a long, labored sigh and fumbled with his wedding ring.
Robert could see what his friend was reaching for and knew he wouldn't let it rest. "Fine," he finally said and rolled his eyes, "if I must say it...let's do this now and let's make it hot." he continued feeling like a total idiot. It could have been worse, though, and he knew it. He still had nightmares about time he and Eric had taken his brother Tommy to a bondage club back in college and ended up leaving with a chick with a dick. That was something he knew Eric would never let him live down and even now, eight years later, he still reminded him of it from time to time.
"See, was that so damn difficult?" Eric asked climbing out of the Focus. Robert shook his head and followed his friend out of the car. "Now," Eric said with a smirk that Robert knew could mean nothing good, "let's have us some fun!" he said waltzing ahead of Robert who was lagging behind him. Turning back to see his friend, Eric could see the expression of disappointment and trepidation on his friend's face. "Relax," he offered as the two of them reached the solid oak door, "there's nothing wrong with looking. Besides, what Courtney doesn't know won't hurt her. Right?" he said holding the door for his friend and motioning for him to enter.
As the two men entered, Robert cringed just a little feeling the vibration of the room. He knew the only thing protecting their eardrums from the loud music was the thick double doors. He could smell the faint scent of perfume in the air. "Welcome to Gold and Silver!" a stout man announced as they walked through the second set of double doors ahead of them. Robert took a step back and looked at the man who was greeting him. He had a military cut and dark hazel eyes and looked Robert and Eric over. "I will need to see your licenses," he said finally, "strict rules. I'm sure you understand." he continued. Robert reached behind him and removed his wallet and offered his license as Eric followed suit. "Thank you, gentleman." he replied handing them back their licenses and moving out of the way. "Enjoy your evening."
Robert could feel his heart sinking as he continued through the doors and heard the loudest music he had heard since he was in college. She licks those lips and off we go, she takes it up nice and slow 'cause that's porn star dancing...she don't play nice - she makes me beg as she drops that dress around her legs...echoed through the room as Robert's eyes danced across the stage. He watched as a young redhead slid down a pole, arching her body to the beat, and eliciting the cries from the crowd. Eric smacked Robert's back and tossed a dollar on the stage as they walked by. "This is so fucking awesome, isn't it, Robbie?" he shouted trying to be heard over the music.
"Yeah," he shouted back trying to hide his guilt as Eric lead them to another dancer, "this is awesome." he said low enough that Eric didn't hear him. He followed his friend to another redhead, this one was wearing a matching bra and panties adorned with those annoying strips you find on leather jackets. Eric smacked his friend's back again and motioned for Robert to have a seat. "What are we doing?" he shouted, but it didn't seem like Eric could hear him. "Eric! What am I doing in this place!?" he shouted again, this time loud enough for Eric to take notice him.
Eric leaned close to his friend and whispered in his ear. "You're releasing some of that built up tension and allowing yourself a short vacation for your wife." Returning to his post he watched as the redhead arched her back against the pole and flailed her arms wildly. The group of men around them and Robert shouted and tossed money. "What's not to love about this chick!?" he shouted over the music to the delight of the other men.
"I need to be alone for a few minutes," Robert shouted over the cacophony of noise, "I'm heading out for a smoke." he continued. Eric nodded along but didn't pay much attention to his friend. Robert knew his focus was directed at the woman on the stage. He could have driven a knife in his friend's back at that moment and he wouldn't have noticed the slightest bit. "Need to clear my head," he mumbled as he shuffled through the crowds to the doors.
"Hey, do you have smoke I can bum?" he asked the bouncer he had encountered earlier. The man considered for a moment and removed a pack of cowboy killers from his sleeve and offered Robert one. "Thank you, I owe you one." he replied before walking out. The bouncer snorted caustically and directed his attention back to his post. Robert could hear him saying something, but could have cared less about it. He just needed some fresh air.
Outside he was hit with a blast of cold air. As he fumbled with the lighter he heard the door open again and looked over in time to see a brunette walking out, dressed in a long coat and hugging herself. She smiled over to him and lit her own cigarette. "Damn things will kill me someday," she said aloud, the hint of a smile touching her delicate blue painted lips "but not today." she continued. Robert chuckled and nodded before turning his attention back to the lighter in his hand. "What brings you here?" she asked quizzically, her eyes assessing him. Robert was slightly taken aback by the inquiry, but considered it.
"I'm with a friend," he replied trying to find the logic in what he was saying, "a friend who, despite being my best friend since I was five wouldn't listen to me." he offered. The young brunette nodded and smiled again. Robert could feel a sense of companionship developing between the two of them. "What brings you here?" he asked, not clearly thinking of what he was asking. The woman laughed and took a long drag from her cigarette before responding.
"I could say I'm paying off student loans, but you wouldn't believe that. No, so I will say that I'm looking to expand my horizons," she offered with a smirk, "but let's not dwell on what I'm doing here. Care for a dance, handsome?" she inquired. Robert flushed slightly in embarrassment, of course the woman was one of the dancers - why else would she be there - and felt a sense of weightlessness rush over him. For a moment he had no idea how to respond to the woman's advance.
After considering it for a moment, he finally made his decision. "Yeah," he replied, "that would be kind of nice. I'm here to relax and what better way?" he said. For the first time in weeks he had done something that Eric had been trying to make him do - relax. As the woman led him back in the club he could once again hear the music blasting out of the speakers, you're so hypnotizing...could you be the devil? Could you be an angel? Glancing over he saw Eric still enthralled with the redhead and directed his attention the woman leading him. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Rose," she replied playfully as they entered the back of the club, "but most call me Rosie." she continued, but Robert's attention was directed at the six rooms ahead of him, each with a door labeled "Do Not Disturb" on a small plaque. "Just over this way," she said leading him to the last door in the hall, "come on." She opened the door. Robert followed her in and sat down on the chair and watched as she climbed up on the mini-stage that was in front of the chair. "Now all you have to do is relax...and enjoy yourself, handsome." she cooed as she started to dance.
Robert watched, it was impossible not to and all the feelings of discomfort seemed to evaporate as she drew herself close to the pole, running her fingers along the steel, and lowering herself. It didn't take long before the coat was removed to reveal a buxom figure, one that he hadn't been expecting, and found himself unusually aroused by. Shifting his weight in the seat he watched as she lowered herself and started to crawl towards him. He could see the weight of her breasts vibrating with the music and her motions left him more aroused than he had been in months. "Wow." he felt escape before he could stop himself.
"Do you like what you see?" Rose asked him as she drew closer. Robert nodded and watched as she licked her lips. "You want me," she coaxed him as she slid her hand along his thighs, "you need me." Robert continued to shift his weight to hide his reaction, but he knew it was no use. The woman had been touching of him before he could figure out what was happening. "You look so delicious." she replied licking the side of his face.
Robert felt a tinge of sensation shoot down his spine as Rose rested her hands on his shoulders and straddled him. "Hi," he replied with a smirk, "what can I do for you?" he inquired. Rose smiled and licked her lips again. Robert watched as she let her right hand slide down his chest and she smiled. This must have been what Eric meant by release the tension, he thought to himself.
"So delicious," Rose said as she titled her head back, "I could just eat you up!" It was in that moment when her body changed, shifted almost, into something far more disturbing than he could have imagined. She had shifted from the beautiful vixen who had been seducing him into a mouth of razor sharp teeth. Robert tried to scream, but it was no use as the sound was caught in his throat and the woman wrapped her lips around him. In the distance, Katy Perry declared that boy you're an alien, your touch is foreign, it's supernatural...extraterrestrial.