Chapter 7: Into the Bar

Dean's POV

"I've marked all the houses and work places of the people who are dead and infected." She explained pointing to the different colored dots on the map of Kalamazoo.

"To see if they all had a common workplace!" Sam exclaimed but then furrowed his brows as he looked at it more. "But almost none of them work at the same place."

"I'm not done yet." She said pointing to another dot with a green circle around it. "Each dot is numbered. The number corresponds with a person who is sick or dead. Red number means they're dead. A blue dot means the victim is male and a red dot is female. A green ring around the dot means they have a car, which means our area of possibility is larger. However there were multiple high school students who didn't have cars and are sick." She grinned.

"Just tell me they're over eighteen." Sam said with a sickened grimace.

"Unfortunately I can't. But that's not the point." She said pointing to her computer screen and clicking to zoom out showing us a bigger portion of Kalamazoo. "Most of the sicknesses are obviously now in the hospital but they were in a general fifteen mile radius of this section of town."

"That's it?" I asked rather underwhelmed at her discovery. Though the map was impressive and it did narrow down our target area.

"And what do you have?" She asked me poking me hard in the chest. "Nada! Zip! Zilch!" Sam chuckled as she poked me, accenting each word. "So my plan is to check out the area and see where everyone is hanging out."

"Do you have any specific places we should be looking?" Sam asked her as he carefully looked over the map.

"Yeah, there's a few places. There's a bar close to the epicenter of this as well as a strip club." She pointed them out on the map and Sam nodded. I grabbed my jacket and checked my pocket for my keys.

"Come on Sam. We'll check them out. Call us if you find any other places we should check." I called as I opened the door and walked to the impala Sam on my heels.

"Or if you need anything!" Sam yelled before shutting the door and locking it. Then he ducked into the passenger seat and got out the map to navigate.

"Do you think she'll be alright? Take the next left." He asked as he read street signs.

"She'll be fine." I answered him taking the turn and spotting the bar almost right away. Both the bar and strip club were lit up and busy even though it was barely six. "Jesus, there must be nothing else to do in this town." I said when I saw all the people going in. Sam snorted.

"This coming from the man who told a shrink that he has more than fifty drinks a week and hasn't had a relationship longer than five nights in ages." I parked in a lot about a block from the clubs and got out not bothering to respond.

"Let's hit the bar first." I said looking between the two places.

"Can't we both go to one?" Sam asked.

"No, we should stick together on this one." I answered thinking about the siren case.

"Fine. Just don't run off with a girl." Sam grumbled as we got in the door of the bar. There were people everywhere. A couple drunk guys hitting on a few girls who were giggling and blushing. Sam and I made our way through the crowd and towards some of the more secluded alcoves in the back.

"Oh Tom! That feels so good!" I looked at Sam with a silly grin on my face. I was so close to breaking down in laughter.

"Dean we can't identify a succubus just by being back here." Sam said trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. "Maybe we should talk to the people out by the bar."

"Bartender. Right." I chuckled as we slowly made our way back to the bar. The crowd was dancing to a song that was blasting through the speakers and making it almost impossible for me to hear Sam. Women were grinding on men left and right. There were even some lesbians in the corners and a gay couples sticking their tongues in each other's mouths.

"Dean! Dean!" I barely heard Sam as we got separated by the crush of people.

"Meet me at the bar!" I yelled as loud as I could and I saw him nod before losing him to the dark, the large crowd and the pulsing lights. I managed to push my to the bar and sit down fairly quickly but Sam had been pushed the other way. I sat on a bar stool and leaned back against the counter to look for Sam.

"Are you looking for someone son?" A voice behind me asked.

"My brother is in here somewhere and we were supposed to meet here." I said turning to talk to the man, who just happened to be the bar tender. He nodded and flipped the towel he'd been cleaning a glass with over his shoulder.

"If you need anything just holler." He said with a wink. "Oh and hope you find him." He said starting to walk away.

"Actually can I ask you a couple of questions?" I said feeling around in my pocket for my reporter's ID. He nodded when I flashed it to him. "I need information on the regulars." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"You'll have to be more specific son." He said.

"Is there a man or a woman that leaves with someone every night? Maybe a different person maybe the same person?" It was awkward but I wasn't sure how to ask it.

"I can't say that I have. Sorry son." He said. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Whatever beer you've got." I said tiredly. The music toned down some for a few minutes and Sam finally found me at the bar.

"Did you find anything?" He asked. I shook my head and watched people hoping to pick something up. "Watching and waiting?" Sam asked sounding just as tired as me. Suddenly a commotion from near the doors drew our attention. We heard quite a few wolf whistles and some hooting.

"Baby you wanna ride? Come ride me! Bet I can shake you like that sweet ride of yours!" "Sweet ride babe!" "Take me for a ride!" "Sweetheart you should let me drive ya home!" "Are you a magician? Because abracaDAYUM!" "Nice ass!" "Stop, drop and roll baby! You're on fire!" I heard the men hooting.

"Hey Sam, I think we just found our succubus." He nodded and we made our way over to the group surrounding her.

"Back off you dipwads." We heard a voice suddenly from inside the group of men. A roar of hooting came from the men who could see and suddenly a great roar of laughter and 'ohhhhhh' erupted along with a thud. "Don't touch me."

"Dean, is that Tyler?" Sam asked me.

"I don't know but we're about to find out." I said a bit nervous. A high pitched scream made us shove through the last few guys and see Tyler standing in front of an obviously intoxicated man with his hand bent at a painful looking angle behind his back.

"I told you not to touch me you jerk." She hissed at him applying more pressure to his hand and making him scream again.

"Tyler!" I called and she looked up at me her eyes wild. She let him go and back off him a bit her breathing heavy. "What the hell is going on here?" I asked loud enough for her alone to hear.

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