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Sam scans the area of the bar again and feels like he has been sucked into an episode of The Twilight Zone. All those men, the ones who just recently looked like a room full of zombies, zoned out and oblivious to anything but the damn stage, have suddenly become reanimated again. Like the light bulbs in their brains have suddenly come back on and there is now someone back home again. They talk, they laugh, they are right back to their normal selves.

So, what gives? Why is Dean still messed up? Sam sees the crowd begin to say their good nights to the bartender and start to leave. They don't even realize what had happened to them. They shuffle out one by one and Sam's blood turns cold when he peers over and catches the eye of the owner. He stands at the door and wishes his patrons farewell. He stares right at Sam and his mouth slowly turns itself into what Sam can only describe as a sinister smile. Okay, that can not be good. That has got trouble with a capital T written all over it. Need to get going while the going is still an option.

Sam's attention is back on his brother. His zoned out, not in his right mind, staring off into the distance brother. His mind races, he thinks, ponders, runs back over what he has learned about this case and is hit by the one fact that seems to have control of his brother right now. Of course. Duh. One man each night. One man is chosen. How typical. It just figures that it would have to be Dean who ends up being able to dazzle and get the undivided attention of some kind of inhuman creature. Man, after they get out of this Sam is so gonna mention that fact over and over again to his older brother. The only time he can get some action is when a baddy has an ulterior motive for it.

But, first things first, he still has to get them out of this dive. And as he looks to see the last of the crowd shuffle itself out of the door, he needs to hurry things up. It's just Sam, Dean and the owner of the place left.

"Dean?" It's like his brother doesn't even know his younger brother is there. No glance. No movement. No comments. No acknowledgement whatsoever. It is ultra creepy. Dean does start to move, but his eyes never leave the place he last saw her. There is no way in hell that Sam is just gonna let his brother walk away, go through that damn curtain to whatever it is that waits for him. Sam reaches out and gently grabs hold of Dean's shoulder. "Dean? Hold up man. Just wait a minute."

Okay. If he was feeling creeped out a couple of seconds ago, he has now reached the pinnacle, the top of the freaked out beyond belief scale. Dean. He turns his head and looks to the hand that has invaded his personal space. And he does it in what seems to be some kind of weird, slow motion move. Dean follows the arm with his eyes until they find its owner. Sam stares into those green orbs. But somehow they are different. Darker. He has seen that look before. But this is the first time that it has been directed onto him and it sends a shiver through him that rolls up and down his spine. Hate. That is what lies just beneath that gaze.

"Get your damn hand off me. I won't ask twice."

It is official. Dean has no idea what is going on here and Sam feels himself reel at the way those words were spat at him, as the venom dripped from his brother's tongue. So this time it would seem that is Sam's turn. To step up. To be the one to save his brother. "Dean, it's me. It's Sam. Look, you can not go back there. That bitch has messed up your head dude. Please, snap out of it bro."

"Shut your dirty cake hole. Don't call her that. You don't know what you are talking about. Now, take your hand off me or I will do it for you."

Shit. Sam has been so preoccupied with his brother that he didn't even notice the owner come up on them until he realizes he stands right at his side. "Excuse me lad, I'm afraid we are closing up for the night. If you would kindly let go of this gentlemen and take your leave of my establishment."

"Sure, no problem, my brother here and I were just about to go. C'mon Dean." Sam tugs on Dean who remains rooted to the spot.

"Looks to me like your brother isn't interested in leaving."

Sam doesn't respond, just becomes a little more forceful to try and get the blood flowing in Dean's fricked up head. "DEAN!" As he pulls and tries to turn Dean's body to the direction of the exit, he almost slams right into the damn dude. The dude who has now become the only thing between the two brothers and the stupid door.

"Sorry lad but Dean is it? Well, Dean here isn't going anywhere. I do believe he has a date with the lass in the back room. You, however, are free to leave. He stays and you go."

"Well, this is a dilemma. You see lad, I am not about to leave him in this shithole alone."

"Is that right?"

Sam doesn't even have a chance for a smart ass remark before the owner grabs his hand from its place on his brother and twists it behind his back. He can't help but let a small groan escape his lips. He can feel the heat of the other man's breath on the side of his face as the owner growls in his ear.

"Well then, I guess you will have to stay and enjoy the show."


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