Sam woke up at the Clearwater Hotel. It wasn't far from Dave's and didn't cost much to get in for the night. He looked up as he heard Dean breathing from across the room. He got up with a stretch, taking a look around the room he didn't remember getting to. He sighed as the memories from the night before came flooding back to his mind: the drinks, Dean and the waitress, Cas, the mysterious redhead with the dog….
The redhead with the dog!
Sam started as the image of chocolate eyes and a curious, tempting smile came to his head, the most innocent and, at the same time, dangerous, suspicious face he'd ever seen.
Where is she? he briefly wondered.
"Daydreaming, Sammy?" a deep voice asked, husky from sleep.
Sam glanced at him, asking a question he soon realized he shouldn't have asked.
"What was her name?"
"Huh?" Dean asked, looking up at him as he sat up.
Sam mentally swore as a grin slid across Dean's face as comprehension dawned on him.
"The hot babe from last night?" he asked.
Sam didn't reply.
"I don't know," Dean told him, "But she wanted you, Sammy. BAD."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Dean."
From across the room, Sam's laptop lit up. Sam walked to the desk on which it sat.
"What is it?" Dean asked, standing behind him.
"I got a message," Sam answered, clicking on the picture of a pink envelope.
Written in fancy font was this message:
To Pinky and the Brain,
I couldn't spend the night explaining my situation with you as I had a date that couldn't be avoided. Rest assured though, boys, you'll see me very soon. I need your help.
~ Opal
"Opal," Dean said.
"Wonder where she is," Sam said.
Dean grinned.
"Why?" Dean asked, "You wanna touch her?"
Sam replied to Opal's message and sat down to browse the net. Dean stretched and went off to find food. It turned out to be helpful searching the net. Sam was able to get directions for the morgue where the victims were placed. He was printing out directions when Dean walked in the door.
"Got breakfast," Dean told him, eating a sandwich on the way in.
"I found out where they stashed the dead guys," Sam told him, taking a sandwich for himself.
Dean sat on his bed, looking at the t.v.
"Where?" he asked.
"The Lazarus Mortuary."
Dean and Sam stood at the entrance of the bleak, aging building.
"Should we try knocking?" Dean asked.
"Makes more sense than kicking the door down," Sam said.
"Aww, that's the fun part."
"No, Dean."
"Spoilsport."
At that, Sam rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.
A short, pale, balding man with round glasses, a large nose, and liver spots answered the door.
Dean's eyes widened in shock. Sam remained composed.
"Is there anything I can assist you with?" the man asked, his eyes flickering warily from one Winchester to the other.
Since Dean had lost his voice, Sam spoke up.
"Yes," he said, "I'm Detective Ethan Keller and this is my assistant, Mr. Ward."
The man nodded at that.
"Ah, I assume you're here to see the recent victims."
"Yes, we are," Sam answered.
"Walk this way," the man said, turning and walking sluggishly, with a limp further into the morgue.
Sam gave Dean a look and started after him. Dean pulled him back all of a sudden.
"Dude."
Sam blinked.
"What?"
"Mr. Ward?" he said.
"Well, I didn't see you coming up with anything."
"Whatever you say, Inspector Gadget. Next time, I'm picking the names."
Sam walked ahead without a word, but a smile on his face. The smile went away as they caught up to the creepy, old guy. He was at a table with a sheet-covered body.
"Ready?" the old man asked, a smirk on his face.
"Dude," Dean said, "We've seen this millions of time."
The old man looked at him oddly.
"You've seen this?" as he said it, he lifted the sheet, revealing a twenty-something man with his stomach torn open.
Dean flinched.
CHRIST!
"What's wrong?" the man taunted from across another victim's tableside, "Thought you said you've seen this millions of times."
"That is SICK," Dean said, inching away from the table.
The old man chuckled at that, holding a mug in his hand and sipping coffee like there wasn't a dead, open corpse in front of him.
"What could've done this?" Sam muttered.
He'd stepped up, getting a closer look.
"We've all been wondering that," the elderly man said as Sam looked up to meet his eyes.
The man sipped at his coffee, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
"Perhaps we should consult my assistant," he suggested.
"Assistant?" Dean avoided the corpse to get next to Sam.
The old man nodded.
"Yes, this way," he said, turning a corner and heading down a flight of stairs.
Dean looked at Sam before following him.
"I'm getting sick of this follow-the-leader-shit," he told him.
Sam chuckled.
Dean and Sam followed the old guy to what appeared to be a secret laboratory. There were slightly stained counters, two computers (a small one and a supercomputer), hard-iron tables, and various assortments of cutting utensils and chemicals. At one particular table stood a full-figured woman. Despite wearing the heavy lab coat, it was apparent she had a volutuous shape beneath it. Her crimson hair was in a bun and her skin was tan; that much they could see.
"Dr. Blaire," the old man addressed her.
The woman turned around and the Winchesters' jaws dropped.
It was Opal, their elusive client!
And if she broke hearts in the dark, she stopped traffic with the light on.
Chocolate eyes danced in amusement behind a pair of professional-looking glasses and salmon-pink painted lips turned upwards at the sides. Pleasantly surprised, as well as obviously having the advantage here, Opal smirked at them before turning her attention to the old man.
"Yes, Mr. Hyde?" she said.
The old man seemed to forget his own name as he stared at her breasts. Opal cleared her throat in annoyance. Mr. Hyde looked up. The man seemed to notice the threat in her tone and recoiled.
"Uh, Blaire," he started, "Dr. Sherry Blaire, this is Detective Keller and his partner."
'Sherry' raked her eyes over Sam appreciatively and she fingerwaved at Dean.
Dean grinned and winked. Sam was cutely baffled.
Mr. Hyde caught the look on her face when she looked at Sam and looked back and forth between them. Envy crossed his face and his tone was sour when he spoke.
"You know each other," he stated, glaring at Sam.
'Sherry' chuckled as she crossed the room to them. She passed Mr. Hyde without a glance, her eyes on Sam.
'Follow my lead,' she mouthed to him. Before Sam could figure out her plan, Opal/'Sherry' locked arms with him, and nuzzled his bicep affectionately.
"Yes," she answered Mr. Hyde, "The detective is my fiancé and his partner is a close, childhood friend."
Sam smiled slightly and Dean's grin grew.
"How close?" he whispered in her ear.
'Not that close'
Dean looked at Opal/'Sherry' in confusion.
I must be hearing things, he told himself.
"Shouldn't you be making wedding plans?" Mr. Hyde snapped, "That is, if you're getting married."
As he said it, though, Mr. Hyde cowered, keeping a three feet distance from her.
'Sherry'/Opal's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I can't avoid work," she snarled, "And what do you mean if I'm getting married?"
Her harsh tone caused Mr. Hyde to shut his mouth once and for all. Dean stifled a laugh behind 'Sherry'/Opal's back. Sam hid a smile with a turn of his head, unintentionally nuzzling her hair.
"Now that that's settled," the phony assistant said, "I'd like the reports for the recent victims."
Mr. Hyde's shoulders slumped.
"Right away, Dr. Blaire," he muttered.
He walked passed the trio and closed the door behind him.
Dean and Sam burst out laughing when the sound of footsteps faded away.
"Dude," Dean said, "You rock!"
Opal chuckled. After the laughter, Sam asked a question.
"And Sherry Blaire?" he asked.
"Needed an alias," Opal replied.
"Why are you here?" he said.
"I wanted to help you guys out," she said simply.
"And how would you have found us later?" he asked.
Opal smiled at his suspicious face.
"You're cute, you know that?"
Dean grinned.
Sam let the compliment go.
"Just answer the question," he said.
Opal arched a brow.
"Please," he muttered.
"I have my ways," she told him.
"So do I," Dean told her. Opal smirked at him.
"I'm sure you do, babe."
Dean's jaw dropped and Sam smiled.
The door opened to reveal a frustrated-looking Mr. Hyde holding a stack of papers.
He handed them to Opal without a word.
"Thank you," she said, removing the lab coat and leaving the room.
"She called you 'babe'," Sam said.
"I know!" Dean said, laughing.
The two abandoned the creepy Mr. Hyde, for Opal, who they were having a hard time figuring out.
Opal was nearing the parking lot when Sam and Dean caught up.
"Where ya headed?" Dean asked her.
"Let's just say I have a score to settle," she told him over her shoulder.
"I thought you'd be coming with us today," Sam said.
He sounded disappointed. It brought a smile to Opal's face.
"I'll stay with you guys soon," she told him, "I just have some business to handle and then I'll find you."
Sam was about to ask how, but he remembered that didn't get him anywhere the first time.
She gave him this amused look as if she'd read his thoughts.
Sam blinked, but didn't say anything. His expression was thoughtful and, for the moment, full of childlike hope.
Dean looked from his brother to the redhead.
"I'll see you guys later," Opal said, finally breaking eye contact with Sam.
Sam opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Opal walked away, black leather purse over her shoulder toward the back of the parking lot.
Dean headed for the Impala in front of the morgue; Sam stood there for a few seconds. When his brain registered the fact that Opal wasn't coming back, he sighed and went after Dean.
"Like what you see?" Dean asked as Sam slid into his seat.
"Shut up," Sam muttered, and slammed the passenger door shut.
In the distance, Opal watched and shook her head, chuckling, as the youngest Winchester ran to the Impala. She watched until it headed down the road and sat in the tan, leather seat of her orange 2000 Ferrari 550 Maranello. She checked her cellphone seeing a text message lighting up the screen.
'Dinner time', she thought with a smirk as she clicked the phone off and slid her tiger-striped shades on. As she drove out of the parking lot, burning red eyes glared out of her tinted windows and a soft growling sound ensued. A warning growl sounded in response.
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