Private Room

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Tonight he was bored. More bored than the other days of the week. Even the travel wasn't that interesting so he decided to visit the only place where it's a bit funnier and everyone knew his name.

The late night streets were empty and dark, wet and smelly. He was walking slowly, flames crawling up his throat. One hooker walked passed him and almost fell in the puddles of water and dirt. She knew about him and she was with undisguised terror. He missed that feel. The feel of power and how everyone was scared of him, doing the best to anticipate him. In New York he was well known and many other have tried to take him down, but he never gave up. But he was making sure that soon he would be on the top.

He stopped at the front door of his favorite club, the only such special club in New York, and fixed his suit and shades. It didn't matter it was night. He wore shades almost all the time. He opened the door and got in the dark tiny lobby in front of the glass doors. There was a man who opened immediately.

'Good evening mister Winchester' he greeted with a nod without any trace of emotion. He was professional, never getting scared or excited about anything that was happening in the club.

'M-mister Winchester, sir, so great to see you again' a skinny guy approached Sam, shaking a bit. He was strangely excited and a bit scared. He always was.

'Hello Mike' Sam looked down at him, cause Mike was shorter, and smirked without taking off the glasses.

'Your room is almost ready, sir. Would you like to join the main hall for a drink while you wait' Sam could catch the note of nervousness in Mike's voice.

'Of course Mike, thank you.'

He followed him through the hallway and they entered the main hall through big velvet red doors. The hall was full and noisier than usual but the music was perfect volume. Everyone's eyes shoot at Sam and there was a tense that grew, but soon all were back to their dancing.

'Have a drink with me, Mike' Sam asked when he sat on the bar and the barman gave him scotch with ice, after Mike waved him with a finger.

'Oh, sir, I can't. I'm working' Mike chuckled nervously. 'We've missed you mister Winchester. May I ask what kept you away from the club?' Mike was may be nervous all the time, but he was great owner of the bar and always knew how to get information about stuff.

'Many stuff, Mike…' Sam answered simply and drank from the scotch. It wasn't Mike's business and Sam wasn't that satisfied from the work he did the past week and he didn't want to get pissed in his favourite club.

'Carmen will aware you for when the room is ready. Call if you need anything' Mike smiled and disappeared somewhere.

Sam looked around the big hall and he heard all the beating alive hearts, he smelled the sexual tension, even caught little scent of fear. Interesting. He followed it to the other side of the bar to a sofa. A young lady with a green short dress and hair up was sitting with a glass of alcohol in her hands. It seemed her lips haven't touched the glass. Sam sat next to her without even asking.

'Are you alone tonight?' He asked calmly. The lady jumped on the sofa and her heart started beating faster.

'I-me… no. My friend went to take drinks' she answered, failing to hide her scared voice. Sam smirked. She was lying. He took off his glasses and the lady stared at him as if she hasn't seen a man before.

'Do you know what the half content in this club is?' Sam asked leaning close to her.

'Y-y-yes' she swallowed hard, feeling dizzy.

'Do you know that your place is not here except if you are an 'intimacy-girl'? And by your heartbeat I presume you are not here to search for pleasure, and that you don't have a friend…'

'Please don't kill me…' she begged with almost gone voice, face pale as a sheet.

'I'm not like that' He assured her. 'Well… not all the time…'

The girl's heart couldn't handle and she passed out on the sofa. Sam smirked and stroked her hair. Two big guys appeared and took her away to take her out of the club.

'Mister Winchester' Carmen appeared with a smile 'We've missed you. The room is ready.'

'Excellent' Sam smiled and followed the beautiful Carmen in another hallway deep in the building.

They got to that well known green door. They came in and a smile ran on Sam's lips. He loved that room. He had some amazing memories in there. The walls were painted in dark purple which was a cold color but the floor carpet and the ceiling were in red. The light was dull. It smelled like clean fresh air just like Sam liked. In the middle of the room was a white round short bed with a night stand next to it, which had a basket with fruits, bottle of wine, bottle of Champaign in ice, chocolate bars, tissues and a bunch of the most expensive condoms and lubricants.

'God, Carmen I missed that place' Sam sighed deeply as he took off his shoes and threw himself in the bed. As if he was home.

'To be honest Sam, I got worried.' In private, Carmen wasn't formal. They had a past and they knew each other too well and formals didn't need. 'You weren't calling, neither coming here. I thought they might got you'

'Very kind of you, Carmen. I was doing some business.'

'I know that 'business' of yours Sam and the last time it almost killed you' She sat on the bed with sad eyes.

'You are still no over it, are you?' Sam chuckled and pressed shoulder to hers.

'Oh, Sam' Carmen laughed shortly. 'I was young, stupid, and a newcomer here. I was thinking I knew love. And still it was the best sex ever.'

'I tried. I didn't want you, back then, but Garry couldn't offer me different. Tough times you know.'

'You haven't changed' Carmen whispered and a pain was heaving on her chest. She loved Sam since they first met, but they couldn't be together. Sam didn't want relationship; he wasn't into straight sexual orientation though sometimes he was making an exception. And most of all it was against the laws. Carmen tried to hide her pain.

'I miss Garry. He was like a father to me. If I could trade Mike for Garry I wouldn't hesitate. God, how much I hate that man.'

'Can't bring back the dead'

Though Mike was such a nervous guy he was smart like a fox. He was cruel too. 3 years ago Garry had died. He was killed by a vampire but some inside people in the police department and the hospital hid the truth from the people and Mike was one of those to help for that because he was desperately into the club and he wanted it no matter what. So one day after Garry's funeral Carmen had caught Mike faking Garry's will in his office. They had an awful fight and Carmen threatened him. Since then, it was Mike's place and everyone knew he was the owner. But in real Carmen was the one to hold it and make sure everything is perfect. And of course since the moment she met Sam 17 years ago she wanted to be his 'personal-girl' and since then she always prepared his room. Sam always had a slight thing for her, like someone special and closes to him like family he was desperately trying to form. She was never afraid of him.

'Okay, now.' Carmen stood up 'You are a client and you are here to enjoy. Let's not spoil your mood.'

'Agree' Sam smiled and laid back taking the 'Catalog' and looking over it 'Who am I having tonight? James, Santos… or may be Junior.'

'I chose you something special' Carmen took the Catalog from his hands 'He is knew, a bit strange, but this week he had the most clients'

'You got my interest' Sam squint eyes. He loved to be interested and surprised. He had seen a lot, many years of life and he couldn't be easily surprised. 'Rating?'

'8 of 10.' Carmen's eyes were sparkling with excitement.

'For a newcomer?' Sam raised eyebrows.

'I'm telling you, he is a gold mine. 15 costumers for 1 week. 3 weren't that satisfied, but the rest were pleasantly surprised. He needs more work experience, that's why we offer him to everyone. But it's okay if you want something else…'

'No. You got my interest. I want him.' Sam licked lips.

'I told him that may be tonight he will serve a big important… man, so please excuse him if he is a bit nervous and awkward.

'Really? And he has 8 rating?'

'Don't judge too early. Have a nice night Sam. The name is Castiel by the way' Carmen winked and left the room.

Sam was curious and amused already, which was rare occurrence. He wasn't always following the laws and the rules but he was covering very well; he was a role model to his kind though he wasn't perfect at all. Sam Winchester was big scary vampire that the rest of his kind was more scared of Sam than they were from the vampire police and the King. Sam Winchester was ruthless, obsessed over power and control. There were those scared of him, and those who honored him as a god. He was bender of both order and chaos. And no matter how big and strong the vampire court was, no one played games with Sam Winchester. The King himself had an eye on him. He was may be the only one who was truly not afraid of Sam. Why? Because the King knew the truth.