CHAPTER 7
When they got to the club they could hear a voice singing. They listened closely to the lyrics as they got out of the car.
"I'm making a dress for Mother Nature and I'm fixing a clock for Father Time but I'm still not sure how to tell you I love you, yeah. I'm wondering how you ever liked me cuz I'm just a little too selfish and I'm just a little too messed up for your type…"
'Wow what a beautiful voice.' Thought Dean. 'I wonder who's singing.'
"They barely got into the club as the song ended. Dean looked at the stage and was slightly surprised to find Krystal standing there looking more beautiful than ever.
"Thanks for all of your support guys," she said to the audience, "I'll sing for you again sometime." She smiled, " Oh and for those who don't know my new album called: It's not just me is coming out on Thursday. And for the rest of the week Nickelback, The Pussycat Dolls, and Fort Minor are coming to sing for you," the crowd cheered, "now if you excuse me I'll be doing my job as a club owner and leaving the rest of the night to my DJ, Joe," she gave the audience a little wave, "see ya guys around."
"Dean, Dean, DEAN," Sam yelled nudging him.
"What!"
"Come on," Sam said sitting so down at the nearest empty table.
Krystal had just gotten off the stage when her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was Natalie.
"Hey Nat."
"Hey, when are you coming home?"
"Maybe sometime around 11:00 or 12:00."
"Oh, ok. Hey have you talked to your friends Sam and Dean yet."
"Who?"
"You know the cops, Sam and Dean, they said they were friends of yours."
"Oh, them," she lied, " I'm sorry I thought I heard you say something else. No I haven't talked to them yet." 'Unless you count you count this morning when I first met them.' She added silently.
"Well you should they came over and talked to me about Sarah."
"Don't worry I'll talk to them soon."
"Ok bye Krystal."
"Bye." 'Ah so they talked to Natalie. I wonder if they're really are cops.' She pulled out her untraceable cell phone and quickly dialed the CIA's phone number.
"Hello," said the CIA operator.
"This is agent 97300110. The password is 823674736." She quickly said.
"Who do you wish to speak to?"
"Arnold Hack."
"One second please."
"Hello," said a husky voice.
"Hey Hack, I need you to look up two names for me Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester." 'They'll never know I went through their minds, unless I tell them of course.'
"Ok what do you want me to do with it after I find that information."
"Email it to me."
"Ok."
"Thanks Hack. Tell Carrie I said hi."
"No problem."
"I gotta go see ya at work. Bye." She smiled 'Always leave it to Hack to find everything in a split second.' She quickly looked around the club once she got to the bar. 'Hmmm so Sam and Dean did come. I wonder.' She quickly entered their minds and quickly looked around before getting out, 'so they aren't cops, they know I'm CIA, and they plan to follow me around when I leave,' She grinned mischievously, 'this day is going get a lot more interesting.'
"I'm going to go get us some beers," said Dean.
"Yeah, whatever."
Dean walked straight to the bar and sat down on the barstool.
"Hi what can I getcha?" A slightly familiar voice said. He turned and looked up at the person who spoke, it was Krystal.
"I'll have a couple of beers," he said. She quickly grabbed two beers and handed them to him leaning on the counter in such a way that it made the front of her dress dip down slightly showing her cleavage, she smiled seductively, "want anything else."
"Yeah," he gave her his most charming smile, "how 'bout your phone number."
"Sure," she said grabbing a napkin and writing something down on it then kissing it so that is left a perfect trace of lip-gloss in the shape of her lips, she gave him the napkin, "call me."
"I will," he said not bothering to look down at the napkin. He took the beers back to the table, "here," he gave Sam one beer and took a swig of the other.
"Thanks," Sam looked at Dean's slightly happy face, "let me guess you got the bartender's phone number."
"No Sammy, I got Krystal's phone number," he gave Sam the napkin he got from Krystal."
"It's Sam!!! And there's not a any phone number on this napkin unless you count: 1-800- YOU'RE SO PATHETIC." Sam burst out laughing.
"Huh?" Dean said thoroughly confused. He snatched the napkin back and looked at it. Under the lip print it said: '1-800-YOU'RE SO PATHETIC, and under that it said Rejection's a B don't you think?'
Dean looked up after reading the note to find his brother still laughing, "I guessed wrong you didn't get the bartender's phone number you didn't even get a phone number," Sam managed to get out between gasps.
"You better stop laughing man or I'll leave you sorry A here."
"Fine," Sam said trying to suppress his laughter.
An Hour Later
"Hey Mel, take care of the club for me I'm going home early."
"Sure, bye-bye Krystal. Be careful."
"I will. See ya tomorrow."
"Hey Dean, come on Krystal's leaving."
'Oh this was going to be fun,' Krystal had stuffed two guns into the inner pocket of her jacket grinning as she walked into the dark of the night.
They were trailing a few feet behind Krystal hiding into the shadows every so often just in case Krystal turned around. Sam accidentally stepped on a twig, it broke under his weight, "D it," he muttered under his breath as he and Dean hid behind a tree just a Krystal turned around pepper spray in hand, "hello," she said looking thoroughly frightened, "anybody out there, I got pepper spray." She looked kind of vulnerable making Dean want to announce himself and sweep her into his arms. After a few minutes she turned and started walking again most likely convinced it was only a fragment of her imagination. This time Sam and Dean trailed a lot farther behind her. She turned the corner.
'I'm so glad I took of my shoes. The apartment is right over there. Ha, ha Natalie may have made me promise I'd stay away but she never said how far,' Krystal took off running noiselessly stopping when she got to the building and hiding behind a dumpster.
"D it where'd she go," Dean whispered to Sam.
"I don't know," he whispered back, "come on." Sam walked closer and closer to the building.
"Do you think she went inside?"
"Honestly, I don't know what to think right now, Dean."
They were just about to go inside when they heard the loud click of a gun's safety being released in the quiet of the night.
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