Sam sat on a bar stool, reading through his father's journal. He usually did, just to keep himself studied. Dean was sitting beside him, chatting up some blond haired girl with a dress that was waay too tight for her. She was a curvy little thing but the dress was like a latex skirt for a twelve year old. . . . That thought made Sam shiver. Because unfortunately latex skirts for twelve year olds existed. Sam shook his head to be rid of the thought and then the girl's giggle hit his ears. It was high pitched and irritating. He looked over at Dean,"Hey, Dean. You mind?"
"Not at all, Sammy," Dean grinned at the woman before him.
Sam rolled his eyes,"Dean, we're working. Can't you keep a leash on it for a few nights?" They were in Chicago, Illinois now. They'd been ask to solve the murder of a lounge singer that worked in the club they were sitting in right now. She'd been brutally stabbed to death at the age of twenty six. . . About seventy years ago.
The legend was that on August 10th, 1943, in the Blue Velvet Lounge, South Chicago Illinois, a young woman who had worked as a singer for the club had been brutally murdered by her demon lover for cheating on him with a mysterious stranger who had drifted into town. She'd been slaughtered on the very stage she graced with her voice. Who her demon lover was and who the mysterious man was, no one seemed to know.
It was just a legend with nameless entities as the main characters. But every year, on August 10th, things people hear screaming and crying coming from the club while it's closed. The terrified cries of a young woman, begging. And then when people rush in, for a moment, they see a man with black eyes and a bloodied female corpse on the floor. But then they blink and the scene is gone. No blood. No bodies. No man.
But this year, the seventieth anniversary, and more than just some screams and a flash of a grizzly scene were happening. It was actually May, but people were now getting hurt. Chandeliers dropping on people, windows shattering, liquor bottles, too. People would get pushed down stairs or hit by falling objects, or when the glass of a window or bottle broke, it lodged into people's eyes and skin. In one incident a large shard of a mirror had launched itself into a patron's throat. So, here Sam and Dean were. In what used to be the Blue Velvet Lounge and was now The Bumper Bar. One of the dumbest names Sam had ever heard.
"OR you could try letting go of your leash," Dean said and stood up,"I'm going to talk with Madison in a more private area." He walked off with an arm around the girl.
Sam shook his head and continued reading.
After a minute, he smiled, hearing the song "All The Way" by Frank Sinatra come on the jukebox. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Care to dance?" A gentle female voice with a hint of a southern accent asked from behind Sam. He turned and looked. There stood a porcelain skinned woman with a curvy figure. She had long, raven colored hair and emerald eyes, her lips as red as the dress she wore, which was a vintage dress that hugged her curves gently and not too tightly. It had a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves, reaching her mid calf.
"Uhm. ." He looked on both sides of him. "You mean me?"
"Well, of course. Who else would I be speaking to?" She smiled at him. Her smile was very sweet and warm.
He blinked,"I uh. . I dunno. I'm not very. . I'm no good at dancing. ."
"Well, I can help you." She held out her hand to him. "I'm Eva."
"Sam," He shook her hand. She pulled him out of his seat gently. Sam kind of smiled. The girl was a bit persistent. "Nice to meet you, Eva."
"Nice to meet you, too, Sam," Eva led him to the dance floor and began dancing with him. It was slow and gentle. It was nice to have someone dance with him. And not grind on his crotch. She genuinely wanted to dance. And Sam didn't need to worry about gyrating to some awkward rap song.
Eva moved fluidly and Sam could not help but notice how beautiful she was. She lit up when she danced. When another Sinatra song came on, her eyes became dreamy. "It's so nice to just dance with someone. No grabby hands, no trying to be erotic. Just to dance and enjoy dancing and some good music."
Sam smiled,"Yeah. . You're right, it is. I don't usually. Most women I meet are more concerned with getting me har-" He cleared his throat,"Uhm. . With being sexual. So, to just enjoy company and have fun without the-"
"Maddening sexual tension that builds and builds until you feel like your body might light on fire. ." Eva said the blushed,"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. . "
Sam stared for a second then smiled,"Yeah that. Not dealing with that is nice."
After a few more dances, they sat down, smiling and laughing. Sam ordered a beer then looked at Eva,"Want a drink?"
"Oh no, thank you," She moved some hair behind her ear,"I'm not a drinker."
Sam nodded and sipped his beer. "So, where are you from?"
"New Orleans," She smiled and crossed her legs, one over the other,"My father was a musician there, momma was dressmaker."
"Really? What music?"
"Jazz. Blues. All of it. He always taught to appreciate music, brought me up with a love of all things melodic," Her eyes were glazed with a look of remembering. A soft smile. "He was my best friend for many years. . "
Sam nodded, loving her smile,"How'd you end up in Chicago?"
"Momma got very sick. . When she passed, Daddy sold our house and moved us up here. He said New Orleans had too many memories. Too much pain. So when we came here, it was a fresh start for him as a musician. And for me. . ." The smile on her face faded,"Then he died. Drinkin'. . He never stopped bein' my daddy but the loss of so much. . Momma, our home in New Orleans. . Everything he lost. . It just was too much for him. I watched him kill himself slowly."
Sam set his beer down, suddenly feeling like he would never look at beer the same way again. "I'm sorry. . . I lost my mom when I was a baby in a fire. . Then my dad was murdered not too long ago. All I've got is my older brother."
"Was that the charmin' dark haired boy with you before I came over?"
"Yeah. . It was. ." Sam sighed. Great. She liked Dean.
"He's an idiot," She chuckled softly,"That girl he's messing around with has been with every man in this bar."
Sam nodded,"My brother normally is an idiot when it comes to women. But he's not a bad guy." An Etta James song came over the speakers and he smiled,"Etta James. . Love her. Sinatra, too."
"Dean Martin, Billy Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald. . All greats," Eva looked at Sam,"You love old music, don't you?"
"Yeah." He smiled wider,"My dad used to tell me that despite me being a tech nerd, I had an old soul. I mean, I enjoy modern day customs and technology but the idea of living old school like back in the day. . It seems nice. Different from the norm. More meaningful."
"Yes," Eva nodded,"I agree. . . I'll take a night of good music and company over a night of fluffed up lust any day."
"Sometimes I wish my brother was more like that. Then he'd stop hounding me about not nailing every easy girl in the bars we go to. I like sex, too. But I want someone I can hold onto. Someone I can love. Someone. . To love me all the way, and that I can love in return." Sam looked over at Eva, who was staring at him, her eyes looked full of tears. "Eva. . I'm sorry. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth."
Eva took his hand,"No. What you said just reminded me of someone I lost a long time ago. . It was beautiful. More men should be like you." She looked up as the song changed, still slow, still an older song,"Dance with me again?"
Sam nodded and got up, following her to the dance floor.
They danced for a long while and when they pulled away, they realized it was nearly two in the morning. "Oh my. . We've been dancing so long. ." Eva smiled at him.
Sam smiled back,"I don't mind."
"Well, Sam, thank you for the dance and the conversation." She touched his cheek gently,"I enjoyed both very much. But I have to go now."
"Can I see you again?" He pulled her a bit closer,"I would really like to."
"I come here quite a bit. . Perhaps, tomorrow?" She smiled.
"Yes." He nodded.
Eva pulled him down gently and kissed his lips,"I'll see you soon." Sam melted into her kiss and felt the loss when she pulled away.
"Sammy! Let's get the hell outta here," Dean walked up. Sam turned to him then looked back. Eva was gone. . . Where had she gone?