Chapter 7: What Dick Wants
"This sucks," Dean stated as he yet again tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
"You didn't have to wear that," Sam replied, also noticing that the caterer's white suit shirt that Dean wore was a bit, snug.
"Like you could have fit in it," Dean grumbled, itching under the long sleeves that didn't quite make it to his wrists.
Sam stood back to look at his brother. He wore a caterer's outfit that the servers would be wearing at the party. The servers wore an off white shirt with a white tie, mask and black suit slacks. And Dean's outfit was a size too small. He noticed the gap between Dean's shoes and slacks. He looked like he was going to a school dance.
Still, it made sense to have at least one of them able to move in and out of the crowd unseen, literally because who pays attention to the servers at these kinds of events, Sam thought. And add to the fact that the server's wore plain white mask that covered their eyes, disguising them like everyone else. So if they did run into Dick's entourage, they wouldn't recognize Dean.
"You look fine," Sam commented, though couldn't stop the frown that reached his face as he watched Dean pull at the white collar around his neck as though it were choking him.
"Shut-up," He muttered pathetically.
Sam smiled weakly, resisting the urge to laugh. He enjoyed seeing Dean uncomfortable- it was the malicious little brother inside him.
"Seriously, dude," he yanked at the collar again. "Balthazar sucks too…"
Sam's smile wavered. Yeah, Balthazar did suck and hard. He had the bruises on his neck as evidence from last night's whirlwind make out session. He vividly remembered every gasping groan, every whimper, every moment of pure earth-shattering sensation that drove him right over the edge. He couldn't get the angel out of his mind. Or the feel of his hands off his body. Yet the one thing that stuck with him was the hard, stoic look Balthazar gave him before disappearing last night. Sam felt like a stone sunk in his stomach the second the angel left him.
The disappointment in his eyes and something else… hurt? Sam wasn't sure. It had been so brief that Sam wasn't even sure he saw it. Balthazar was as shallow as a teaspoon so Sam thought him incapable of having emotions that ran deeper than his pride. Yet after last night, the need etched on his face, the starved desire in his lips, the taunt tension in his amazing body… even in the way he held him afterwards, so tender and gentle as he nipped at his ear.
Balthazar was an enigma. And Sam wasn't sure what Balthazar wanted from him other than a repeat of last night but without clothes.
Sam wondered what he wanted too. He liked Balthazar… his cocky attitude, rockstar swagger and lazy smile. Everything about the angel screamed sexuality. From his polished leather boots, to his devil-may-care appearance. Balthazar was walking, talking pure, carnal sex. And Sam would admit that he at least wanted that from Balthazar. He knew from last night that they could have some incredible sex together.
Sam yearned to be taken like that again by Balthazar… so aggressively, so controlled. Rarely was Sam surprised in bed and yet, Balthazar practically forcing the orgasm out of him was one of the hottest moments of his entire life. He came so hard that his knees shook and his head spun. And Balthazar was there to catch him. Wrapping him in his arms, his masculine scent engulfing him, tauntingly him like the lips that had trailed up his neck…
"Dude- you looked worried…" Dean said, startling Sam out of his dazed fantasy.
Sam shook his head, his voice shaky, "no- I'm fine."
Dean arched a suspicious eyebrow, "okay. So I have to be there now. You'll get there soon right?"
"Yeah, I'm right behind you."
Dean nodded, eyes still on him. Finally he left, tucking his cell phone and silver blade in his pocket, just in case. Dean turned around, hand on the door handle, "If you get a hold of Balthazar- make sure he knows the party starts in an hour."
"Yeah, okay."
Sam watched Dean leave before pulling out his cell phone, texting Balthazar. They hadn't seen the angel all day. The only indication that he had even been there this morning was the outfits he left for them. Dean got the servers outfit and Sam… his eyes trailed over the black Armani box that sat on the couch. He hadn't opened it yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He texted Balthazar the time the party started and to be there.
Sam picked up the box and headed to his room to change. His pocket vibrated. It was a text-message from Balthazar. I'll be there, don't worry…
Sam frowned, tossed the phone on the bed and opened the box.
He walked to the entrance of the VIP party. The beautiful young showgirl, dressed as a naughty angel gave him a thorough once over before smiling up at him. She nodded, her curly blond hair bouncing around her pretty face and on cue, a large bouncer, dressed in black, unclipped the red rope and let Sam through.
The room was decorated elaborately in gold and black, a mix between heaven and hell, according to Vegas standards. He noticed the white spiraling columns throughout the room, the lavish paintings of angels and demons, and the bar in the far back that glittered with colored liquors. Mirrors were placed throughout the room to splash peoples reflection about, bringing an almost club feel to the stylish party. Beautiful women mingled among the rooms, dressed in either lavish customs as angels, or dangerous looking demons. He heard light music playing, symphony mixed with techno. Daft Punk meets Beethoven.
Sam felt like he just stepped into another world. This was definitely not his kind of party. Even if he was dressed for it. Balthazar had picked him out a tailored, all black Armani suit. It fit perfectly. The jacket hung well, with the lining on the insides a devilish red color. His tie, vest and shirt were black. He felt like Death more than a demon. Well, maybe Crowley, because that demon wore a lot of black. But Sam's outfit was more stylish and pretty sexy in his opinion.
However, out of everything Balthazar had picked out for him, it was the mask that was the most haunting.
He imagined the angel found it in Italy, the way it was styled in such an old-fashioned Venetian way. It was black, covering the upper half of his face, made of soft leather. Its design was simple, yet effectively menacing. When Sam finally saw himself in the mirror before leaving the hotel room, he stood back in shock.
He didn't look like himself anymore. He had become a different person. The mask had transformed him into someone he didn't recognize. Slightly thrown by this, he left the hotel, amazed. Balthazar certainly had good taste. Sam's costume was evidence of this. And apparently, the ladies in the room agreed. A few, scantily clad women sauntered past him, with sex in their eyes.
"Dude…" Sam turned and saw Dean, standing behind him with a tray of crab-cakes, which he was munching on. "You're a demon?"
Sam shrugged, "It's just an outfit."
"Still… seriously, Balthazar's a dick for making you a demon."
"Hey speaking of dicks, is Roman here?" Sam asked, eyes surveying the room.
Dean frowned, "No- he's not coming."
Sam shot his brother a look, "What? Why not?"
"Let's just say I heard he was unavailable to attend. But I did spot a few members of his posse. And my guess, they're here for a reason. I just pray they don't know about the amulet or stealing it tonight is gonna be a bitch."
"Right," Sam nodded in agreement. "Well- let's stick to the plan. We're here for the amulet."
Dean motioned to the far corner of the room, where Sam could see an elaborate set design of gold and marble angel statues.
"It's over there," Dean said, popping another crab-cake in his mouth.
"Have you seen Balthazar?" Sam asked curiously, eyes searching for the smug self-assured saunter that was Balthazar.
"Nah, I thought he'd be with you."
Sam knew what his brother meant, still his gut clenched uncomfortably. "I haven't seen him," he breathed out. "I'm gonna check out the amulet."
Dean nodded, "I'm gonna keep tabs on our gooey buddies. Make sure they don't try to take a chunk outta anyone."
Sam watched as his brother moved through the crowds, unseen and invisible. Sam on the other hand, felt like every eye was on him as he made his way to the amulet display. Why did Balthazar have to pick out such a sexy outfit? It made him feel like a walking bed for these women, who looked ready to jump on him. Sam was completely flushed red by the time he made it through the throng of women and men. He pulled at his black tie, loosening it to get some air between his skin and the suit.
He finally was at the amulet display case and stared, impressed at the sight before him. It dazzled with flints of gold and sparkling diamonds. It had a golden chain draped around it. Someone had obviously made it into a necklace over the centuries though it was rather large in Sam's opinion to be one. It probably was heavy too.
He tried to remember seeing this amulet when he was a child. The fact that his Dad had this powerful angelic weapon in his possession stunned Sam. His Dad had no idea what he really had. Now, it looked like any other rich artifact in a display case. Under lights that made it sparkle, and security cameras that made sure it remained untouched.
He studied the layout of the case, wondering how they could get it without the sensors or cameras being triggered…
"Quite stunning," drawled a husky accented voice from behind him. He knew who stood behind him because his heart began to pound at the mere sound of his voice.
Half-afraid to look, Sam turned to see Balthazar and his breath caught. The angel was dressed as… an angel. His usually unkempt hair had been slicked back, showing is freshly shaved face and brilliant, gleaming blue eyes that shone brightly. But that wasn't the only thing making his heart race. Sam had grown accustomed to seeing Balthazar in the latest fashions, but tonight he was dressed in a suit- an all white suit, making him blindingly handsome. His snow-white cravat had clearly been tied by an expert, and his coat of white silk fit him exquisitely. His lean, athletic body oozed sexuality. Sam swallowed, unable to stop staring.
Damn, Balthazar was beautiful and he knew it…
Chastising himself for his distracting thoughts, Sam jerked his gaze up, only to find Balthazar staring right at him. Sam had been gawking at him as shamelessly as the rest of the crowds around them, unaware of the heated gaze Balthazar was devouring him with.
Heat flooded Sam's face again. But before he could speak, Balthazar smiled flirtatiously at him. "I'm glad to see you wore the outfit, darling."
Sam erratic heartbeat was beginning to annoy him. "Yeah, well it fit."
Balthazar moved forward, stepping close to him, a delicious shiver swept down Sam's spine as he faced him. "You're not wearing a mask," Sam said, his voice unusually husky.
A faint smile touched Balthazar's lips that looked far more sensuous tonight than ever before. "Aw- I know. I debated on it. But I couldn't find one I liked."
Sam eyed the angel curiously, "Interesting costume."
Balthazar beamed, "I knew you'd like it."
"An angel, disguised as an angel. Sounds like a really bad joke," he said softly. He hesitated, realizing how close they were standing and how intimate it felt. Yet, surprisingly, it felt right to Sam. He liked seeing Balthazar's mischievous eyes glittering up close. Though there was a size difference between them, Sam a few inches taller and with broader muscles, Balthazar had angelic power. A power that seemed as natural as breathing to him. And it enthralled Sam, made him feel protected, safe… and at the moment desired. Dangerously desired.
"You shouldn't stand so close, people are watching us," Sam breathed out unsteady.
Balthazar's eyes swept the room, "They aren't staring at me, darling."
Sam moved his gaze around the room too and noticed a few sets of eyes focused on him, all intrigued by the handsome demon.
Sam tensed.
Balthazar slid a sly hand across his, a reassuring touch, though Sam felt his whole body sizzle in response. "Don't worry- that's why I picked out this outfit. You distract while I snatch."
Sam sent him a warning look, "You're going to steal the amulet? Now?"
Balthazar shrugged indifferently, "the quicker we get this thing, the sooner we're out of here." He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, "now run along darling, go distract the ladies."
Sam felt his stomach quiver at Balthazar's purring voice. Every fiber in his being wanted to give into temptation and crush his mouth onto his. Balthazar seemed to read his mind then and winked.
Sam let out a controlled breath and strode into the crowd, leaving Balthazar with the display case. He wasn't sure what he planned on doing. But Balthazar was right, eyes were on him, not the angel. He searched Dean out but couldn't find him. He saw a backroom door were the servers were moving in and out. Maybe Dean was in the back…?
Sam began to make his way towards the back when a strong, female hand gripped his wrist. He turned and looked down to see a pretty faced woman staring up at him. She smiled, but it wasn't sweet- it seemed… evil.
"Sam Winchester…" She said, licking her lips. A man moved up from behind her, also staring at him, but not in the way he expected. More of a- 'I'm going to eat you' kind of way. His heart clenched as the woman's nails bit into his flesh, drawing blood. He winced, trying to pull back, but her claws sharpen and her eyes flashed dangerously.
"We could smell you the moment you walked in here, hunter."
Leviathans, Sam thought with horror. His eyes sought out Dean, but he couldn't see him. He looked back to the display case, but Balthazar had vanished. He couldn't tell if the amulet was still there before he was roughly shoved forward, towards a hidden door.
It unlocked as the male waved a key card by the handle. With the sound of click, the door opened and Sam was pushed inside. The room was adorned in crimson red colors, with an office desk and large towering windows revealing the shining Vegas landscape. He then saw his brother, bond and gagged to a white column, blood trickling from his nose.
"Dean!" He reached for him but felt a hard bone crunching hit on his side, sending him tumbling to the floor. He cringed, the pain crippling him. One of the creatures broke a bone in his ribcage, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Sam gasped out weakly as another woman stepped before him. He gazed up from his knees to her, he recognized her. She was the woman who was Dick Roman's personal assistant. She wore a black business suit and had her black hair pinned neatly up, away from her mouth. Better to eat him with, he thought darkly.
She smiled thinly down at him, "Hello, Sam."
He said nothing. Suddenly he felt another blow to his back, this time causing him to jerk and spasm from the blinding pain now radiating from his body. Another bone had been broken. He heard Dean's muffled cry from behind him. Not in pain, but anger.
Sam gazed up at her, "What do you want?" he asked, barely able to string the words together from the immense pain.
"Oh- not me," She said casually. "It's what Dick wants."
All of sudden Sam was hurled to his feet and restrained by the two Leviathans behind him, holding his arms, bearing him in front of the personal assistant.
"Dick has decided to make an example out of you to other hunters. That is, should they try and come after us." She continued to smile as she ran a sharp fingernail over her pale white and cut into her own flesh. Black, oozing blood seeped from the vein. "Dick wants one of you Winchester's. And thought it best to take the youngest."
Dean fought angrily against the restraints now as he watched helplessly from the other side of the room.
Sam attempted to fight back as the assistant forced her bleeding wrist into his mouth. He turned his head, smearing the black blood over his face. She growled dangerously, as the other creatures yanked his head into place and forced his mouth open violently, nearly breaking his jaw.
All Sam could feel was pain as the thick black blood dripped into his mouth. His throat swallowed convulsively and his body was instantly released the moment the blood was inside him. Sam crumpled to the floor, his mind already beginning to fog and his body convulsing.
He did the only thing he could think of…
"Balthazar!" he prayed out loud, calling desperately for the angel. "Balthazar…help…" the blood crawled through his veins like red hot pokers, searing through him with a agonizing intensity.
He heard the flapping of wings, the shift in the air. He saw Balthazar's foggy white image before the pain overwhelmed him. Sam felt the black blood seep through him and consume him before he lost consciousness.
TBC
