Chrysalis

By 7sTar

Summary: What can the Winchester brothers do when they finally find the supernatural thing is human being?

Spoiler: Set at the end of "Bugs" with a little twist.

Category: General/Humor

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam, Dean and John, I just write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap1 New Case

"Wake up, witch!" Dean shouted at Sweetie who was lying on the back seat of his car, "The bugs are gone."

Swee opened her eyes slowly, sat up looking through the window, saw Sam's talking with Matt. "They're leaving?"

"Yeah," Dean frowned at Sam's close up to Matt.

"What's that? Jealous?"

"No," Dean covered himself with a smirk, "Just surprised why a ghost hunter's frightened by bugs."

"I'm not frightened, I just feel sick of them."

"Hey, you're passed out by the swarm of bugs."

"Hey, I saved your ass!"

"Oh, thanks for freeing us from the curse."

"I know a little Indian."

"Huh..."Dean curved his mouth when Sam patted him on the back, "Shall we go now?"

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It went dark, they settled down in a motel in Seattle. After the simple dinner, they entered a night club nearby named Matrix .There's full of people in the club; wine, music, dance, billiards, gamble, you could find everything merrymaking there.

"Huh, Matrix," Dean said with a smirk, "We're Neo, Trinity and Morpheus?"

"Of course you're Morpheus," Swee patted him on the arm and exchanged the grin with Sam, who rolling his eyes, "So I'm Neo?"

"Whoever, seems we can find some fun and make some money." Dean whistled to the girls passing by them and walked to gambling machine.

"We can do some part-time jobs in the day," Sam suggested.

"Hunting is our job."

"Come on," Sam shrugged, "I'm sick of lying and embezzling master cards."

"You'll be used to it," Dean concluded, "I know you sto..." He was cut short by Swee, who smacked his back and gave him a dead glare.

"Ok," Dean lolled to her, walked over to the gamble machine, "I'll try my luck."

Sam began to read local newspapers after he and Swee sat by a table and ordered some drinks.

"You're industrious Sam," Swee shook her head with a grin, "Can you relax yourself for a while?"

"Well, I just wanna have something to do."

"So many things you can do here."

"It's a habit," Sam grinned, "But what else can I do here?"

"Hey, you're a man!" Swee grinned back, eyed him to see the stage where a hot blonde chick dancing passionately.

"You're annoying as Dean," Sam took a glimpse at the dancer who shot him an enticing smiling and continued to read.

"Whatever," Swee rolled her eyes, "I'll go to lady's room."

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Swee saw a girl in barmaid's dresses staring at herself in the mirror when our girl hunter washed her hands. The barmaid looked frightened and absorbed in the mirror, she rubbed her neck and face nervously, murmured something like "cocoon" to herself.

"Hey, are you ok?" Swee couldn't prevent herself from patting the girl on the shoulder. The girl jerked out from something, glared at Swee and walked out with a "Fine, thank you."

Swee shrugged then went after the girl but didn't find her. She walked back to their table. Dean's back and spread himself to Sam how he won so much money.

"Can we go now? I'm tired of the noise," said Sam when he saw Swee back.

"Hey, buddy," Dean stopped him, "Let's spend the money."

"If you wanna some hot chick dance in private, do it yourself."

"Well," Dean rolled his eyes, "Go back to sleep and send off early in the morning."

They heard someone screaming from the toilet when they went to the entrance which was near the closet. A woman rushed out shouting out "Someone's dead!" People in the club became restless. Swee and the brothers exchanged their eyes and went into the toilet. A barmaid lay on the ground with blood submersed beneath her body and a knife in her left hand pointing to her neck.

Swee shallowed her eyes, recognized the girl was the one she saw before. "I've seen her before," Swee said to the brothers when the police came and blanked off the locale.

"Seems a suicide," said Sam.

"Yeah, you can read the news in tomorrow's newspaper." Dean said.

"She's strange when I saw her." Swee said, "she's looking at herself in the mirror and murmuring some strange word."

"People are always strange when they decide to suicide," Sam explained.

"Whatever," Swee sighed, "I heard she said 'cocoon', weird, right?"

"What?" Dean laughed, "People always speak odd words before suicide. You have hallucinosis of bugs because you're freaked out by them."

"Am I?" Swee looked at them gravely.

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The next morning they quarreled as they had their brunch in the motel. "Don't blame me," Dean complained, "You guys also woke up late."

Swee made a long nose to him. Sam's reading newspaper and he saw the news about the suicide of Matrix, "See, the waitress, named Jolie, was affirmed suicide."

"Yeah, it looks that way." Dean acceded.

"I still feel strange," Swee said, "You can doubt my ear but don't doubt my sensing."

"Sensing!" Dean smirked chewing the toast in his mouth and rolling his eyes from Sam to Swee and back to Sam, "You guys, one likes sensing, one likes dreaming."

"It doesn't matter if we stay another night and check it out," said Sam.

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There were less people in the club that night. They separated into single-acting. Dean walked over to the dancing stage. Sam shook his head and made his way to Swee who was about to accost a waiter. "I have no idea to start a conversation about Jolie without abruptness." Sam said in low spirits.

"I got one, come on with me." Swee grabbed his hand, went over to the bar counter.

"Hi! Can I help you?" The bartender made a welcome smile at them.

"Oh," Swee pointed to herself and Sam, "We just wanna find a job here."

"Oh, I'm afraid you'd better ask Mr. Davis, he's the manager."

"Ok, thanks."

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"Wait, you wanna stay here until you prove Jolie was not killed by herself?" asked Sam on their way to the manager's office, "Anyone can see she killed herself."

"It's strange! I trust my sense."

"Ok, hope you'll be hired."

"Sam, I'm sorry if I waste your time."

"Hey, we're friends," Sam patted her on the shoulder, "And, I trust your sense."

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"I can only hire one of you," Mr. Davis looked at them.

"Ok, better than none." Swee said with the sweetest smile she can pose, "We're in urgent need of money. You wanna which of us?"

"Miss McDowell, can you dance?"

"Yeah, I had some training on it."

"I'll fire you," Mr. Davis raised his eyebrows, "as a dancer."

"What?" Swee's eyes widened, so did Sam's.

"If you won't accept, I must say bye-bye to you." Mr. Davis added, took a glance at Sam, "I'm sorry, Miss McDowell, your friend's not the club type."

"Ok, deal," Swee forced a smile, "Can I start work now?"

"I must say you're professional." the mid-aged man grinned, "Go to the stage and Nina will tell you the details."

"Can you imagine Dean's reaction when he knows this?" Sam laughed on their way to the stage.

"Come on, Sam, you're laughing at me," Swee shrugged, "This is better than his Agent Ford."

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