Warning: FULL story Rated M for language, sex and violence.

June 8, 2009
St. Louis, Missouri
9:17AM

After her club fiasco and demolition Alex had pretty much moved on. By moved on it meant new town and currently she was sitting next to the sleeping forms of a male and female. Both of them not knowing each other making it all the better, with the same sexual appetite they didn't care in a threesome adventure. Watching the rise and fall of their naked chests move sickened her. They looked incredible together.

How can two people be that way in just looks? Well the sex too but…human. Too human. Nasty. Why did I choose them?

Alex rolled her eyes and climbed off the bed. Putting on her black and blue dress, she smiled zipping it up the side. It matched her eyes. Not going for the black 6 inch heels just yet she moved to their items, going through their phones to see contacts, addresses, emails and she even considered a few before short circuiting and melting them. Falling to the floor the sound woke up the two lovebirds on the mattress. That was when she gathered her heels and slipped them on slowly.

Observing as they turned, stretched, muscles moving, body parts brushing and a brief happy groan with kiss before both sets of orbs landed on her. "How adorable…I should be a matchmaker." A pause. Walking coyly to the bed to sit down and cup their chins with her hands. "I had a fine time, could have been better if you hadn't ruined this horrible naughty thing. And here I would have let you live. But you made me realize that I can't just leave without a body for leftovers."

Leaving one alive will allow Dean to question them or a random hunter tailing me and find out who did this heinous crime. The problem, I would have to wipe certain details, leaving only the fact that I was a female. Who knows might let them know everything…make it more interesting.

The fear in their eyes told her everything. What did they walk into? "Eenie, meanie, miney…"A stop on the man and she smiled wider. "Mo. You'll only be damaged, just enough for questioning and long-term hospital stay for them to catch up."

A female scream ripped into the motel room, no doubt signaling to other guests, maids and the manager that it was time to call the cops. She'd be long gone by the time they showed up to check to see if things were okay. Alex wiped her hands off in the bathroom and burned off any fingerprints she left behind and leftover blood she didn't want staining. Exiting out the back window and heading to her old Cadillac she borrowed from Vince at her deceased club, it was time to leave.

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Mehlville, Missouri
12:57PM

Driving out of town it was a question plaguing her. Her stuff. It was probably at Bobby's and the Cadillac was not cutting it. What would happen if she snuck it away? They'd notice. Temptation was there to do it and see their reactions; after all it meant a good load to her so see it on their precious faces. Clothing she was good on, easy to get, but she missed her car and weapons. She wasn't stupid and so she was going to avoid at all costs.

Sure she was leaving a trail. Seeing how long it took them…Dean. Then again he wouldn't find her until she decided she would stay after an event and pop up where he'd show up. Only then would she get to see the priceless expression. And in the meantime she was heading to Cape Girardeau in Missouri. Heading South seemed to be the smart move, stay away currently from the west and north. And it bothered her slightly to know she could found at any time by Lucifer, that was why before officially leaving this current town she was going to get a nice tattoo to prevent her from being tracked.

A guy she had heard of from a soul in Hell who got it done and when his time came due no one could find him. Not even the Hell Hounds. Which made everyone curious as to how they got him in the end with it. Slip up with a receipt payment when he had no cash to pay for what he needed. Alex was interested in the ink, if demons, hunters or angels were looking for the one causing all the chaos she didn't to be found so it was precaution and definitely a security feature from the big guy and her parents.

Pulling into the lot the off road tattoo place, not too professional and not entirely run down but riding pretty close…She moved through the main door and noticed how empty it was. Must not be popular with locals. A couple turns to take in the entire establishment she couldn't seem to find a manager until he popped up from behind the counter. Alex stared at him not expecting how he'd look, considering she couldn't pinpoint why he looked familiar to her in some way. Blinking she stepped up to the counter, noticing the more she got there that he was good looking underneath what he was wearing. But this was a no sleep, no kill pit stop, unless that was the payment she would make an exception.

"I need a tattoo, it's specific and I believe since you are the only one who appears to work or own this place…you know what it is. See a friend of mine got it named Micky Grant. I'm willing to pay but I need it done fast and no screw-ups. Think you can do that with some modifications? Like for instance, no period of healing time to wait for?" she asked, knowing perfectly well how she looked to him wearing her dress and heels, she didn't bothering changing. There was a small morsel of blood on the bodice that made the blue look off. "Also do you have a bathroom to change? If you need a payment plan up front best discuss it now." The moment he told her where the bathroom was she was heading there with her bag in hand.

The man gazed after her with curious and amused blue eyes, she certainly thought she was all that and a bag of chips. Drumming his fingers on the counter in a thoughtful rythm he waited, they still had to hammer out terms of payment. He remembered Micky Grant, poor desperate bastard who would have done anything to himself to stop the inevitable ride down to Hell, he wasn't such a bad guy but he was a whole steaming pile of stupid.

"You're kinda bossy, ain't ya?" he told her once she was out of the bathroom and facing him on the other end of the counter. "It's all very well that you're willing to pay but the fact is this, you pay and get the work you want or you don't and I tell you to fuck off and you get nothing." He shrugged and leaned against the sidewall his eyes playing over her body. He knew she didn't like his tone, apparently she was accustomed to getting what she wanted one way or another but he wasn't the kind of guy to tolerate that kind of treatment no matter whom he was dealing with. "I don't do sloppy work sweetheart, as for payment how about a little piece of that fiesty soul of yours or perhaps something else," he grinned and pinned his sights to her goods both above and below the belt, "the fast healing you want is going to cost you extra."

Cocking an eyebrow, she had changed into shorts, a long sleeve fishnet leotard with a black bra underneath. Letting the bag drop to the floor she placed her hands to the side as if she had asked a question. "Whatever, just as long as I get the fucking tattoo. So how you wanna play this? Payment first or after?" Stepping closer to where he was she stood in front of him, eyes trailing him since he welcomed the fact that looking was okay. "And if you ever tell me to fuck off while this is all going down, I'm going to find a place to fuck off." She let her hand slide over his chest and down to his hip to tease back and forth over the clothing. "Oh, and don't call me sweetheart. You should know I don't do thisnormally, so I'm cutting you a deal, I give you what you want without you winding up on the floor dead and I get my tattoo with the skills of so-called non sloppy ass artist. "

Alex stepped back and crossed her arms, leaning into the wall mimicking him. He called her bossy, yeah she was but she didn't like it when people called her on it. Actually she didn't like how he was talking to her, she had to admit it was a little bit of a turn on because she didn't really get back talkers who were so brave since she went to Hell and got back. She was assessing him, what he was going to do, what he was going to say, why he seemed familiar and she figured it was just the fact of so many tortured souls she had carved into pulled into one. Small details haunting her but it wasn't really haunting, more like poking at her with a stick to make her remember why the details made him familiar. Alex grinned cockily back at him, she could play his game.

Laughing with a shake of his head he invited her into the back room, far cleaner than the front would have hinted at, for him to perform his work. "Normally payment's up front but for you I'll make an exception, since you're so pretty," he winked with a hint of derision and patted the seat where he wanted her to sit while he set up his tools. Snapping on some latex-free gloves the man selected his tattoo gun already cleaned and prepped to receive ink. Turning in his chair he smiled at her pleasantly, "Classic black or perhaps something a little more wild, fuschia or lime green maybe, I also need to know where you want it sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that, your flattery is nauseating and lacking in creativity. I'm not the mushy type. How about you do it in red?" Alex removed her hair to the side. "And on the back of my neck just slightly down almost between the shoulder blades." Looking over her shoulder at him she gave him a slightly flirtatious grin bordering primal. "Think you can do that?"

Alex turned her head back and for some reason had a bit of Déjà Vu. For what she wasn't certain but she brushed it off. Must have been something she said years ago or to a soul in Hell. Hearing the sound of the needle buzz to life she tensed, she had never really had a tattoo, this would be her first but it needed to be done. Protection, there was no other way.

"Red it is."

The first touch of the needle went down on Alex's skin without need of a stencil to show him the way, he was intimately familiar with the ward that he was permanently etching in the brunette's skin. He had put it on enough people that thought they could outrun their fate. It usually only bought them a little bit of time for whatever that was worth to them.

"All done," he said in a singsong voice that doctors used on kids after they had their immunization needle. The man taped a gauze square on her back after cleaning it up and smoothing some salve on the fresh tattoo that would make it heal quickly. Pressing down the last bit of tape the blue-eyed man tossed the gloves and leaned back. "Take off your clothes, those cute little shorts first."

Alex stood; feeling the soreness of the tattoo but if this involved healing then so be it. However that worked. Facing him she unbuttoned, unzipped and then slowly brought them down, kicking them away once that was done. She walked up to him, straddling where he sat and tilted her head. "If you want the rest off you're going to have to do it yourself," Alex whispered into his ear, mouth going down to his neck she kissed and bit.

She was not one to give in, sure tease. This was payment but didn't mean she couldn't have fun with it like she does with the others. Making sure that part of her rested over the bulge in his pants she arched her back in so then her lower half pressed down more. Pulling back Alex looked into his blue eyes with hers. More Déjà Vu. She blinked a few times really fast confused, why did she fee like she knew those eyes?

Do I know you? The silent question passed over before she shrugged it off once more, lips meeting lips. He tasted fantastic.

The man laughed when he broke off the kiss, blue eyes flashing with amusement and lust. Grasping the interlacing threads of the leotard over Alex's crotch he pulled them taught between her crease. "Geez, that must be real uncomfortable."

He gave it a good swift tug, which forced Alex to bounce on him. Pushing her off so she could recover from the inflicted wedgie, the man stood and removed his shirt then stepped out of his dirty jeans after he kicked off his boots. There was no hiding the large bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers as he stalked towards her. Reaching out he swiftly grabbed her back, bunching up the fishnet there and pinned her down against a cold hard metal table with her hips braced against the edge.

The subtle rustle of his boxers dropping mixed with the tearing of her leotard and he leaned up against her to whisper in her ear, "You gotta relax, tensing up like that is only gonna make it more fun for me than you."

The smile and heat in his voice was palpable and without much grace given to allow Alex to relax the man thrust up inside of her with a satisfied grunt. Letting her feel him throb and grow harder inside of her he bucked against her again, so quickly bruising her pelvis against the metal rim of the table. Right now he was feeling altogether primal. He hadn't fucked or played with anything in months, the whole ordeal was maddening and he needed to release his frustrations. What better way than to find that release in Alex Tatiani's tensed up pussy?

The abrupt pain of him entering had her eyes widen and mouth open. Alex liked this guy, he knew how to be rough and he appealed to her immensely with showing he wasn't going to take it. Different. Not weak. This was fun, she had fun before now but this was fun sex, this was no looking at whom she fucked with hate because of Dean. Alex laughed with a smile, using a little of her ability she pushed up from her stomach on the table, using her hands she pushed him back and out. Turning to face him she moved, avoiding his own hands while she maneuvered him with a few moves to the floor, her on top. Beginning to ride him while her hands held his wrists to the sides, nails digging in while her mouth went to his chest to devour. Leave bruises and bite marks.

With him inside her it felt amazing, the force he put into entering, into bucking, making her fight for it she couldn't help but be thrown back to that one dream she had when they were stuck in that self righteous town. The first time jump they had. It was a dream, she was in a cabin. With...who was she with? It wasn't Dean. It wasn't Leon. Who else could it have been? The force, the pure battle for control intoxicating, him teasing her, tempting her, trying to make her say yes. Who was the mystery man? Back to the task at hand, Alex would not let a stupid worthless memory from her old self interrupt and ruin her fun. Now was not the time to think, now was the time to fuck.

He didn't care that she couldn't remember him. A part of him, maybe his pride, should have been hurt by that fact. After all, all men desire to be remembered for their endeavors. But he was no man and his desires were far greater than what a human could remember or understand. Groaning as she slammed down on him he rolled forcefully and ground his hips into hers, or maybe not. It was his turn to ride; he would not let her have the advantage unless she fought for it all the way.

"Naughty, naughty. Using your powers," he tsk'd diving down to kiss and bite her neck, ignoring the stinging marks left by her nails on his wrists. Rising up on his knees he dragged her closer to fully sheath him and he held her legs under his arms, forcing her to arch her back against the ground as his powerful hips worked against her.

A moan rolled from her but it was what he said that really had her. Alex normally wouldn't have cared if a human knew she had abilities but she had used it so subtly that he picked up on it. Which meant he wasn't human. Her mind raced as she made sounds of pain and pleasure mixed into one. Staring into his blue eyes. Blue eyes. That had to mean something. Why couldn't she remember? Was it Hell? Alex decided to test. Hands going to his head she used abilities for some strength as she held him there, eyes turning black and blue.

"Who are you?" she growled, releasing another moan before staring deeper into his eyes, she needed the answer. It kept coming to her and she kept ignoring, now she couldn't ignore. The dream, the eyes, the knowledge of her abilities. The way he feels..."Apollo."

The next moan to escape was like a scream, her vocal chords on fire but she let her hands fall to his chest, nails scraping, while her back arched more. Her first climax hit and she laughed when she came down from the high of the moan. Smiling at him she had found her new play toy. When she met him she was disgusted by him, a tad intrigued, scared and hateful. She was naive then, she didn't know how to appreciate the things he did and could do. Alex managed to flip them over, separating, standing up and leading him by his hair to connect once more, she wasn't going to fight him, she wanted to direct him. Backing them up against a wall, her back against it while he blocked her in she raised her leg while the other free hand placed him back where he was.

"Awww, you do remember. Kinda hard to forget though isn't it, I know you've repressed it for the sake of other investments. Don't have to worry about those anymore though, right?"

He bucked into her before she could respond, lifting her one leg higher so he could reach deeper. Apollo's breathing was hard but concentrated, focused while he shifted his hips slightly to enter her from a new direction. Fucking and torturing were two of his favorites things to do and while he may have shared those career choices with another individual that Alex was intimately familiar with Apollo was a whole other animal. He wasn't some sniveling bullocks to the ground demon, sure when he was feeling dirty he'd find one to fuck until it's smoky filth poured from the meat it was riding but that was just for the sole sake of getting his dick wet. Apollo never went out of his way to associate himself with them.

Alex made a high moan from the new and deeper setting. One hand digging into his skin, needing some blood, while the other held onto whatever fixture was nailed into the wall. "I've realized my mistakes and my stupidity now shut up and fuck."

Bringing her hips closer to buck into him as a reply to his own she winced and growled happily. Alex found the real thing was better than the dream; she took what he gave and in return gave back with the same force. Answering with her body to his. This type of sex was better than what she'd had in a long time. She would have liked it to be in better circumstances. More blood. But being bruised into a wall was almost as good. Alex clenched at the pleasure to torture him as he tortured her with throbbing inside. The tattoo on her neck felt like ice against her sweaty skin, she wondered if it was beginning to heal. Breaking her own words she grinned and stared down at his chest pressed to hers.

"Got some kind of healing dick Apollo?" she laughed into a moan. Eyes shutting, neck arching and a breath exhaling audibly.

"Do I need one?"

He raked his teeth against Alex's neck his tongue pressing hard to taste back up the thundering pulse point before he nipped at her earlobe. Apollo was made of tougher stuff than a mortal man, wasn't he proving that by fucking Alex without fading in stamina? The back room had become a mess of toppled chairs and tables and wet smears of sweat and other expelled liquids until they were finally done and Apollo had reached his bursting point. Laying on the cool tile he smoothed a hand down his glistening chest with a laughing sigh but didn't stay there long before he was up and pulling on his boxers and jeans, using his shirt as a towel to dry off his skin.

"It's been fun," he commented while he pulled on his other boot and left the laces undone, "but I gotta jet, places to see, more people to do." He winked as he rubbed himself teasingly in her direction. Turning on his heel he strutted out into the front room but not before he snapped his fingers and Alex's scattered clothes burst into flames leaving nothing but useless and very un-wearable ashes. Apollo laughed and was gone in a blink leaving Alex to her own devices, he wasn't going to cuddle down and have pillow talk with the Anti-Christ.

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Cape Girardeau, Missouri
3:49PM

So she had gotten a new tattoo, perfectly healed, had found Apollo and had sex with him, fantastic sex. Then he burned her clothes. She had given a few grand curse words at the direction he had disappeared into. Alex liked those clothes. But her duffel was in the other room, changing wasn't a problem. After that she had gotten back on the road to her designated direction. Southern. Going around town it didn't take her long to find an abandoned home she could hold fort in. Whatever she planned to do here she didn't want another motel. Too risky. Making sure to plant some candles around the house for lighting, unloading her items and checking the perimeter she was satisfied. Today she'd walk around and get an idea of the town by getting a map like a damn tourist, come back to her temporary home before doing something tonight.

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Astarte moved and sighed restlessly, fever dreams had her flinching and mewling in her sleep or what could be called sleep for the Goddess. It was more like a trance, a psychic cocoon she had wrapped herself in causing her to lose track of Sam's whereabouts for a long time. Whether he had stayed by her side or left or some mixture of in between she could not guess.

Her nose twitched then, she could smell him; his musk and she knew that perhaps he had been gone for some time. What mattered was that he had returned from whatever trip or journey he had gone on; he had come back to her. Eyelashes lifting to reveal sparkling slits of silver and starry purple-blue she first saw the glow of dying embers and a blurry shape moving behind them. Lips parting with a gentle but happy sigh that revealed the smallest hint of fangs Astarte tentatively uncurled the slender fingers of her left hand towards the familiar shadow.

Sam.

He moved towards her. Sam had only gone out to get food and water. There was no need to do anything else. Grabbing her hand he held it tight. A part of him still didn't like that she had done what she did to him but he forgave her. Now he understood and she was hurt because of him. He had been too violent coming out leaving her weak and unable. "I'm here. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Then you need to rest. You can't get better unless you rest and eat.

Sam was concerned with how she looked back at him, like she could barely see him and how frail and weak she appeared. How long would it take for her to heal? How long would she be like this? Brushing her hair back from her face he cupped her cheek. He didn't know what to do, so he was trying human remedies. If he could he would have gone out and bought medicine, tea, anything to help. But he had a feeling that none of those things would help at all.

Sam had been out hunting but Astarte was not hungry for the meat or blood from any animal nor was she thirsty for the cool water of the waterfall. Her body was consumed with agonies that Man could never know, she had willingly put herself in a position that left her weak and powerless. However temporary it was still a mighty blow that would take time to heal. Tilting her head into his hand her eyes drifted closed. Taking his wrist with a frail hand Astarte pushed herself into a sitting position, no easy feat for her, her body trembled with the effort and a noise left her that would steal the courage from a man's heart. Recoiling from Sam's touch she curled in on herself with threatening noises that gnashed at the air, making the cave walls groan with moving rock.

Sam growled back. Baring his teeth he dove into his Alpha role. His mate would not recoil from him when he tried to help and she would not be hostile towards him. Not when she was injured. Sam took hold of her shoulders and stared deep into her eyes with his blue-green mixing with the amber. "You will eat even if I have to force you," he growled.

Taking one hand back, he brought it to his mouth and bit down hard, quickly putting it to her lips he knew he could bruise her with the force he had it there but he managed her lips to open. To Hell that she was a Goddess, that didn't matter, they were connected, he had to take control now and then because that was how they worked. Was before she died and was after. He was not going to have her starve and he was not going to let her do what she wanted until she was getting better. Stopping when she gagged, he let the bite heal. A small amount was down in her system but it was still food for now. He hoped that he could get to animal meat and water, no matter the protests.

With all the will she had in her she resisted. Her hunger as ever was insatiable and in her state it was incredibly difficult to not latch onto Sam and drink every last drop out of him. A mouthful of blood was all she allowed herself to drink, and while her body hummed with it and begged for more she would not give into the craving. She would not kill him. The way Sam forced her to drink, forced his will on her was both an allure and an annoyance. Few could get away without harm and death for treating her with such disrespect and harshness. If Sam were a normal human unloved by her she would have torn through his neck, gorged on his blood and tossed his bones down a ravine for fish swimming through a stream to feed upon. And that would have been a mercy.

Carefully licking Sam's blood from her lips Astarte shivered with ecstasy, eyes fluttering closed and fangs pulling in her bottom lip to savor the wild copper taste. Sam's blood was exceptional, so much better now that the demon taint was out of it. Calming herself she relaxed, eyelids drooping as her sights fell to the cave floor to find that Sam's shirt had been discarded. The plaid was fairly hideous yet a part of her adored it, it was nostalgic. Carefully picking up the item with shaky hands she draped it over her shoulders, pulling one arm through one sleeve and then the other smoothing the cloth over her bare breasts and leaving the buttons open. A small tremor went through Astarte's body and she clutched the shirt around her torso. Fighting the urge to have another fit so soon after the first she slowly laid down to be as still as possible.

Sam moved away from Astarte to eat his own meal for the night. While he was doing so his eyes remained on her, making sure she was okay. Seeing her hug his shirt to him made him smile slightly. Looking past and to the sky outside he wondered what was going out there in the rest of the world. He was away from it all, away from completely everything and he furrowed his brows. He missed it. He missed his brother, hunting and arguing. The last time he saw Dean was at that Asylum, was he okay? Was he looking for him? Was Donnie still with him so then he wouldn't fall down a hole in some weird hiding-it way?

He loved Astarte because Von was apart of her, she loved him but he felt like he should be in two places at once. With her to get better and to be with his brother to help him. Running his hand through his hair he sighed, taking a drink of the water he collected and resting his back against the big rock by the fire to divert his thoughts to the flames and embers.

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Northern Chicago, Illinois
7:30PM

The area where the club had burned down was taped off but that didn't stop Dean from ducking under it and having a look around for himself. If anyone asked he was a cop, special K-9 unit, Dean smiled at least someone had gone with him on this. Sorcha was doing her own investigating, using that refined nose of hers to detect anything noticeable. All she got was ash and the damp smell of cooked pork smoked into the wood from a combination of people being burned alive and their remains being watered by the firemen that arrived on scene.

The wreck was being excavated, large dumpsters lined the site filled with debris. It would take them weeks to clear it all and sort through it for evidence, there were likely more bodies to be found as well. Sweeping his Mag light over the area he frowned when none of the usual signs were there. Which meant he was going to have to dig deeper to find out if this was some strange creature, an arsonist or a freak accident.

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Cape Girardeau, Missouri
Alley Outside Club Moxy
7:30PM

Pressed against a wall by a horny ass guy with a big ego. Alex only wanted him because he was a virgin and it would be fun to spill blood while he realizes just what he was wanting to fuck for his first time. She bet that he was thinking tonight was his night to get laid, he was a good look guy but naive. Probably wanted to believe that she was the one, that in the morning she would be there, he would be alive and they could go out on dates like a normal couple. Wrong assumption. With him kissing her she allowed his hands to roam only to move towards the blade in her boot against his jean clad ass, pressing him intimately closer. Once she got it she opened her eyes, swirling black and blue she was going to have fun carving him up.

"Hey!"

The female voice snapped them out of it, the guy catching the very sharp and intricate blade in Alex's hand now that his attention wasn't oblivious. Backing up he only made it a few steps before Alex swung out and sliced his throat wide open. Him clutching it as he fell to his knees, trying to stop the blood, to close the wound. Fingers in his hair she arched his neck so then she could continue to carve while she looked directly at the coffee cream tinted woman staring at her in shock.

Digging her boot into his chest she kicked him backwards, out of the way and began to move towards the woman licking the blood off her fingers. She was bringing out her cell phone to dial the police no doubt, frantically looking side to side for anyone in the area to help. About to run when the brunette got closer she found she could not. Alex slowly placed the blade underneath the woman's chin, curly brown hair with volume and petite with long legs. Making her raise the phone to her to see the phone number being dialed she noticed the name. Dean Winchester. This woman knew him and was going to call him?

Alex whipped her hand out knocking her to the asphalt unconscious. Taking up the cell phone she pocketed it, putting into a fireman's carry she was going to take this pretty chick back to her place. Anyone who was a friend of Dean had to be fun, a new pet to play with and might be useful to her.

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8:15PM

Fixing her hair in the candle lit mirror, Alex had been waiting for some time. Glancing through the mirror into the room behind her where the woman lay on the floor, a collar around her neck, chain coming from it and connected to cuffs around her wrists she had made sure it was safely secure to the heavy bedpost left behind by previous owners. Alex turned and tilted her head. She decided that now would be the best time to discard any money so a search for the wallet and she was beginning to flip through it. Pictures of parents, a first pet, boyfriend and then came the drivers license.

Cassie Robinson.

With a tuck into her duffel she brought her attention back to the cell phone, contacts, one of them taunting her in the face with the fucking name. Without even thinking about it she tossed it at the wall in anger, watching it smash into tiny pieces. That was what woke up the pretty woman. Cassie blinked and winced at the pain lacing one side of her face. Sitting up she heard the clink of chains, her eyes trailing to her hands and then came the feeling of heavy metal around her throat. Scrambling to an upright position she backed up into the corner of a wall. When she landed on Alex her eyes widened. Fear.

"Oh cute. You fear me. Good." Alex moved to Cassie and gripped the chain, tugging her close while she knelt in. "I see you know Dean Winchester. How do you know him?"

Cassie didn't expect this but she figured if she was being asked this that this was all a game of trying to get to him. A game piece, bait. Ransom maybe. This thing, this person knew him as well. "He'll come and save me."

"Really? You honestly believe that? I've been through your cell phone, no calls to him in years, no texts to him...nothing. The man doesn't even use email so that's out of the equation. How the Hell he is supposed to know you need saving when he hasn't heard from you in a long time?" A beat. "You two fucked didn't you?" She laughed and smiled, shaking her head she pushed the chain back, standing, going to the bed and sitting down with her leg crossed over the other waiting. "So tell me this story of the both of you, word for word, all the details. I need to know these things and if you don't tell me, I'll do far worse things to you than that man in that alley."

She could already tell this Cassie would be tough, but she would only act it. Showing her a nice grin and flashing her eyes, the story began to unfold with stuttering plump lips and shaking chains.

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The trail was going cold fast through the newspapers. No more buildings being burned to the ground with dozens of people inside was steering Dean into a dead end. It was time to start interviewing people, maybe some of them caught something weird on previous nights before the club went up in smoke. All Dean had to do was find out who had been to the club and that involved research. Sammy was always the one that was good with the research, it made Dean start to think about dropping this whole thing and joining Bobby, Castiel and grudgingly Meg again to help them find him, it wasn't like he had stopped, he just had this side job to do. But a little voice in the back of his head was whispering to him to keep looking into this, it was going to lead to something.