It was completely dark outside by the time the hunters were ready to hit the night club and get some in tell on their case. Dean dressed in black jeans with holes in the knees and a plain black t-shirt with his leather jacket. Sam was dressed similarly in his dark blue well-worn jeans and a dark green shirt with a black collared one over the top. Those were the closest things to club clothes that they had with them, but Sage was a different story. She was dressed totally ready to go to the club. Her dark hair was left to hang low but she had mousse for extra volume and a tousled look. Her eyes had a cover of purple eyeshadow on them for a smoky eye look and there her pouty lips shone with a coat of silver gloss. Her long shapely legs were completely bare since she was wearing a dark acid wash denim miniskirt with worn spots on the fabric that only went down to slightly above her midthigh. Her torso was clad in a plum purple silk halter top with a plunging neckline. Her upper back was completely uncovered and part of her stomach showed in the front right at her waist. On her feet she was wearing black and silver 4 inch wedge heels that were very edgy in their design and left the insides of her feet mostly open. Both of the Winchesters were completely shocked at her appearance, so different from the Sage LaRouche they usually saw.
She smiled, a similar expression that looked so different in her current attire and especially with her silver lips.
"You're like a hot android!" Dean told her looking her up and down.
"Um, thank you… I think." Sage laughed.
"What's the name of this club anyway?" Dean said turning his attention to Sam who had just managed to pull his gaze from Sage.
"Up All Night. And believe it or not, they are open until 5 am." Sam replied skimming an article he had printed off of a news site about the deaths. "It's located on the Strip very close to The Bellagio." Sam finished paraphrasing what the paper said about the location.
Sage dug her FBI badge out of her duffel bag and put it in the front pocket of her skirt as well as with an ID for one of her aliases. "No weapons." She said once she noticed that Sam and Dean were both holstering their hand guns. "Especially that one." She gestured to Dean's Colt.
"Why?" Dean challenged her.
"Undercover remember? Weapons would give us away and we'd never get past the bouncers." Sage countered, making sure her weapons were carefully stowed away in her bag.
"Fine, but if we get attacked our lack of fire power is on your head." Dean told her removing his gun just as Sam packed his away.
"We all know the plan?" Sam said as he checked to make sure everything was in order before the three of them left the room.
"We've all got room keys in case we get separated, cell phones too. You and Dean are going to be my arm candy for lack of a better word. We'll all spend the night together at the club dancing, drinking, and socializing trying to get information casually on these deaths, the people involved, and anything strange that happened, as well as observing the crowd for anything that doesn't seem human." Sage and Dean told him, their words not exactly matching so it came out as more of a jumble of the plan but they all had the plan down.
Sam nodded leaving the hotel room followed by his brother and Sage.
"We should either walk or take a taxi." Sage spoke up pushing the down button on the elevator. "It's like New York City at night here, you don't wanna drive in it if you can help it."
Dean gave her a skeptical look.
"I've been to Vegas before. My parents worked a case here a long time ago and that's one thing I remember." She shrugged and absently ran her hand over her tattoo.
"I was thinking about that anyway. I don't wanna leave Dean's baby out in the open in Las Vegas." Sam said pushing the lobby button insead the rather large elevator.
Sage bit her fingernail, careful not to chip the black polish she had applied a couple nights before. "Sam, how well can you hold your liquor?"
Sam looked at her baffled for a moment. What? Why?"
She caught his eye and he noticed that the green stood out even brighter in contrast to her purple eyeshadow. "We're gonna need to be drinking a lot tonight to fit in with the regular all night club scene and I don't want any of us actually drunk, which is something I know Dean and I won't have a problem with since we have a high tolerance but I didn't know about you since I've never seen it."
"I can hold my liquor, not as well as Dean or you either I'm assuming. I won't get drunk, when it's time for me to stop, I will." Sam told her watching the floors countdown until they reached the ground level. "How can you hold your liquor so well? You are extremely tiny!"
Sage laughed as the elevator doors pinged open and she stepped out into the lobby and was greeted by open mouthed stares from most of the men in the lobby. "Years of practice. I used to party hard so I got used to it."
Sam and Dean both noticed the stares she got but neither one of them said anything until they were outside The Luxor trying to hail a cab. "Every guy in there had eyes on you." Dean remarked casually trying to hail a cab New York style.
Sage smiled mischievously. "You think that was something, wait til we get to the club."
Neither one of them had a chance to digest her statement before a cab pulled up to the curb and the hunters piled in. "Where to?" the cabbie asked before pulling out into traffic.
"Up All Night." Sage called sitting in the middle of the two men already acting her part.
The cabbie nodded and pulled out into traffic headed towards their destination.
"How long are we staying?" Sam asked her in a low voice.
Sage leaned in and lightly whispered in his ear. "Until we think we have all the information that we have a chance of getting out of the club crowd."
"Too bad, you're such a good hunter," Dean muttered to her under his breath, "Because you may have missed your calling as an actor."
Sage laughed and laid her hand on his thigh. "Acting isn't my thing. I prefer what I do. Acting is too fake and cut throat for me, every once and a while though it is fun to act different."
Dean glanced to her hand on his thigh before finding her eyes. "Besides I wouldn't have met you guys if I hadn't become a hunter." Sage told him leaning in to his neck before she spoke.
Dean smiled at her theatrics and it definitely wasn't unpleasant to have her that close to him and acting flirty. He looked up the building that the cab had just stopped in front of. The large aqua neon sign proclaimed that it was their destination. It was rather large for a nightclub. From the outside you could tell that it was clearly a two story building and there some strobe lights and colored lights coming from the inside. The hunters piled out of the cab and looked at the line to enter the club. It wasn't extremely long but it covered the front side of the building. Sage and Dean moved together to get in line while Sam pulled out some cash to pay the driver before he walked over to join them.
"Hand." The bouncer said in a bored monotone voice to the three hunters even though he looked at Sage when he said it.
Sage glanced over at Dean and then Sam before stretching her hand out to the large white man at the door. He took a stamp and quickly stamped her hand along with the other hunters. Sage raised her hand to look at the stamp and saw that it was a wolf and a moon and it was meant to show up underneath a black night. Strange that would be the image used but she just shrugged and opened the large door that lead into the mad house.
"Oh. My. God." Sage breathed taking in the atmosphere. There were bodies writhing all over the room except at the bar that took up one whole wall and some of the tables that were up on platforms around the room as well. There were groups at the tables simply drinking and clearly too shy to dance. There were random singles at the bar, hitting on each other, and ordering drink after drink. If you looked up to the second floor there were small tables, similar to those in a café as well as large couches and a very small dance floor. The strobe lights had stopped by there was still a killer light show going on inside the whole club even though it wasn't dark.
"Damn." Sam and Dean said at the same time taking in the same sights that Sage did.
Sage got a mischievous smile on her face before she grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him towards the dancefloor with Sam following close behind.
"What are you doing? We need to get some information on our case and try to find the killer." Dean told her as reached her destination and turned to face him.
"We need to blend in first. We have to look like we belong here and not like we came here for information like we're the police." Sage whispered pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his neck. She started swaying her hips to the upbeat club music of the song Teeth by Lady GaGa.
Sam came up beside them and had to almost shout over the music. "I'm gonna go to the bar, get a drink, and try to get some information. I won't go anywhere private with anyone just in case."
Dean nodded and slid his hands down to Sage's hips and moved along with her, moving close to her body until they were basically touching. She smiled while she grinded against him, an action that brought a cocky smile to his face. "You're really putting some kind of show aren't you?" Dean asked her leaning into her and whispering in her ear which caused shivers down her spine.
"Who says I'm just acting?" She responded noticing the looks they were getting from other couples, jealous looks from most of them; the men wanted to dance with her and the women wanted to dance with him or they just wanted their partners to stop looking. "You know we're getting a lot of looks."
Dean smiled when Sage ran one of her hands up the back of his neck and through his hair. "We're close to being the center of attention and yet we're still anonymous." Dean mused. "What a thought."
Sage threw her head back and laughed pressing her body against Dean's and feeling his muscles beneath his shirt. "They're jealous of us Dean." She breathed softly leaning in to him and pressing her lips to his ear.
He smiled his cocky smile again and moved his hands closer to the small of her back but still leaving them on her hips. She swayed back and forth moving her arms in time with her hips but in opposite directions. "Jealous, that's a thought." Dean said managing to catch Sage's eyes when she turned her head back to looking at him.
Sage rolled her eyes and then noticed a woman talking to the DJ over Dean's shoulder. "What do you think about that?" She asked using her hand to gesture over his shoulder.
Dean turned abruptly spinning Sage as he turned around. She laughed and turned so her back was to his chest. "You mean the girl that looks like a cheap hooker talking to the DJ?"
"Yes, her." Sage said threading her fingers through his and raising both her arms above her head and she twisted down his body before coming back up again.
"Could be her." Dean replied moving his hips against Sage and placing both their hands back on her hips. "She's definitely trying to get something out of him."
Sage nodded and looked over to where Sam was in a seemingly deep conversation with a heavily tattooed man who wasn't altogether unattractive. Sam was drinking a beer and there was an empty one next to him. So far so good, she thought. "She's flirting with everything she has. If it doesn't work though, I'd say that's not her."
"Hopefully Sammy is getting something useful out of Mr. Tattoo over there." Dean said trying to pick up some sort of vib from across the room.
"Hopefully." Sage replied, grinding on Dean again.
He had to admit that he liked having her as his dance partner even if it was only for tonight and maybe a couple more nights if they had to come back. He liked Sage and he liked dancing with her, especially like this. He liked feeling her body against his own and touching her like she was his alone. She pulled her hands from his and moved them back to his thighs, leaving his hands alone on her hips. He was surprised and happy to notice that her hips were bare since her shirt was already short and showed off her stomach. As she moved against his body, he slid his hands across her stomach and then back to her hips. Sage wasn't gonna admit it but she liked having Dean put his hands on her like he was doing while they danced. She liked dancing against his body and feeling his muscles beneath his shirt and his arms against hers. His hands were rough but she liked the way they felt against her bare skin on her hips. She could have stayed in the moment like that with him for a long time, in the club, dancing, body to body. It was hot and they didn't have a need to worry about anything or being caught. They had a plan and they were doing what they were supposed to be doing in the moment.
Sage quickly maneuvered around through his arms and turned around to face him again, still swaying to the fast music with the killer bass. She ran one of her hands through her hair and pulled it out of her face, the other hand she slid down Dean's chest to his waistband before moving her hand back to his chest. She looked across to the bar where Sam was sitting drinking his fourth beer. The tattooed man had just gotten up and followed a tiny blonde women who also had a lot of tattoos. They crossed the dancefloor and headed up the spiral staircase to the upper level of the club. Sam was joined by someone else a young brunette who was tall as a supermodel and just as thin. He better be careful, Sage thought to herself, That's a woman and a very pretty one who could very well be our killer. He better not go off alone with her. The entire time Sage noticed this she never stopped dancing to the music or took her hands off Dean.
"Hey Dean," Sage began turning her attention back to the man who had been her dance partner for the past hour or so but she never got to finish her thought.
Dean leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was both soft and rough at the same time, much like Dean's personality. There was no hesitation this time when Sage kissed him back. The rest of the club continued to dance around them if they hadn't turned to look since Dean and Sage had stopped dancing right where they were. They're kissing was different this time, there were still sparks like Sage suspected there always would be but this time when they kissed it wasn't a long single kiss or a couple of kisses. It was open mouth kissing, their lips parted and it was more inviting, intimate. Sage pulled herself closer to Dean when she felt his fingers twine into her hair and his other arm wrap around her lower back and press her body into his. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she used her fingers to run through the hair at the base of his neck and the back of his head. It was different kissing Dean this way than it ever was kissing him before or any other man for that matter, the few women she had been with too. Their kissing grew stronger, more passionate, so different from those couple times they'd kissed before. He pulled her hard against his body, his hands were hungry as they moved over her back and through her hair; his kissing was starting to match the intensity of his traveling hands. Her hands traveled through his hair and she slid her other hand over the part of his chest that wasn't pressed against her. They could both hear the whistles from the men around them and the things they called as well but neither of the cared, they were literally and figuratively tangled up in each other. Dean slipped his tongue into her mouth and she quickly did the same, moving her body as one with the man she was quickly falling in love with. They stood there and kissed each other like that for another few minutes, both tangled up in each other, their bodies pressed hard against one another, their tongues exploring every inch of the other's mouth. Their hair was disheveled and their hands were exploring each other almost as much as their tongues were. The pair quickly pulled apart when a bartender carrying a tray of shots bumped into Dean.
"Dude, I'm sorry I didn't mean to mess up your action." The bartender stumbled over his words and quickly left with his tray to one of the tables in the back of the club where a group of girls that were clearly there for a bachelorette party were sitting, finishing up their current round of shots and hooped and hollered when the next tray was delivered.
Sage looked over to the group of girls before looking back to Dean. She was still standing just as close to him as she was when they were kissing, her arms were still around him and his arms were still around her waist. "Dean." She said, looking into his hazel eyes. "We just can't manage to stay away from each other."
"Then maybe we should stop trying." Dean told her, moving a hand to brush some stray hairs off of her face, his fingers grazing the soft apple of her cheek.
"Dean, is that really the best idea?" Sage asked him allowing him to take her hand and pull her from the dance floor and up the spiral staircase to the second floor. It took him a moment before he located a vacant alcove with a large round cushion to sit or lay on and a gauzy curtain to pull over the opening for privacy. The two of them sat down and Dean pulled the curtain closed so they could talk without being seen, although they both knew that was not what most couples did in the same spot they were sitting now.
"Do you wanna be with me or not?" Dean asked her flat out, never taking his eyes off of her face.
"What? Dean of course I wanna be with you." Sage told him carefully tucking her legs underneath her body so her skirt didn't ride up. "I've told you that I wanna be with you."
"So what's stopping you?" Dean asked her, leaning forward and just tempting her to kiss him again.
"You know what I've said before, I wanna make sure I'm over-" Dean cut her off by kissing her once again, just as soft and rough as it had been out on the dance floor.
"What do you feel?" He asked her as he pulled away from her taking in her bright green eyes.
"Sparks Dean, in all honesty, even if that sounds cliché." She smiled her big beautiful smile and looked at him. "It's happened every time we've kissed. What do you feel?"
"Everything's different with you Sage, including kissing. You make me feel what no one else ever could. I guess sparks would be a good definition of what happens when I kiss you. You're a highly addictive drug." Why does she do this to me? Make me talk like this, act like this, I'm a different person around her, well a softer version of who I always am. She sees what no one else sees in me, the things I hid from everyone.
"What happened to waiting until I was ready?" Sage asked, lightly biting her lower lip and running her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face.
"I think you're ready now or you wouldn't keep getting into situations like this with me." Dean gave her his cocky smile before he moved closer to her. "You wouldn't have kissed me like you did downstairs. So tell me, do you have any feelings left for Tristan or not? Do you ever think about him? Do you ever think about him when you're with me?" His face was completely serious, betraying no emotion.
Sage thought about his words for a minute while she chewed on her lower lip before she replied, "I don't have any feelings for him anymore, it's sad he died in such a horrible way and I feel a bit of leftover guilt but no more feelings. I think about him every so often, briefly, and never when I'm with you. It's all I can do to stay focused on a case when I'm around you like this." Sage's words were completely truthful and Dean could hear it in her voice. "You're right Dean, I wanna give us a try." She smiled at him and leaned in.
Dean smiled, really smiled at her. "I knew you wanted to."
He moved closer to her and kissed her again, crawling over her until she was laying back against the soft plush cushion beneath them. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sage had to admit, it felt even better to kiss Dean and know that she had him. She wouldn't have to try to stay away from him anymore. She could kiss him when she wanted to like she did right now. Dean wrapped one of his arms underneath her upper back and run the fingers on his other hand through her hair right beside her face. He wasn't holding his body up anymore, he was laying on top of her but he was careful not to crush her even though she didn't seem all that worried about it. It was like they had never stopped kissing downstairs in the club, like that bartender had never ran into them and broken them up. It was effortless, being with Dean the way they were now, just being with him at all actually. They just fit together on a deep level that was hard to example, that neither one of them really understood yet, they just knew they couldn't keep away from each other.
It was another few minutes before Sage slowly pulled away from Dean's embrace. "We're supposed to be working here tonight." She said slowly, realizing they had kind of ditched work and weren't paying any attention in looking for this female creature that had been killing club patrons.
"Right, and we had our eyes on the girl that was flirting with the DJ." Dean said trying to figure out where she was coming from.
"Yeah, we did until we became distracted in each other and otherwise engaged."
Dean's cocky smile broke across his face. "If the DJ is still there, we'll figure he's okay, or at least he will be until the club clears out and that's only if it was her."
"But we also left Sam downstairs, alone, at the bar with no female buffer to keep him from being approached and going off with her. We need to go make sure he is still there."
Dean nodded and pulled back the curtains to alcove where he stepped out, followed quickly by Sage, and headed back down the spiral staircase and out onto the main level of the club where most of the party was happening. Sage's bright eyes scanned the bar looking for Sam. It was a moment before she found him again, this time talking to a couple who appeared to be dressed in designer clothing.
"He's fine." Sage said, gesturing in the direction of the bar where Sam was still drinking another beer. Sage pulled Dean to a stop. "Dance with me."
"But the case." Dean said attempting to protest.
"Just one more song." Sage pouted, lightly biting her bottom lip in a flirty way.
"One more." Dean said, laying his hands on her bare hips and swaying and grinding with her to My Darkest Days' Move Your Body.
Sage slid her hands over his toned chest before raising them over her head and sliding down his body, almost to the ground until she came back up and pressed her body against his. "Do you think Sam saw us kiss?"
Dean smirked at her and leaned in, breathing in her ear before he spoke. "I think everyone in the club saw us kiss babe." He winked at her.
"So if he saw then it's no secret." Sage replied, swinging her hips to the beat. She moved one of her hands to the back of his neck and ran the fingers on her other hand over his body.
"You're right." Dean said, moving his hands closer to the small of her back. "I thought that was the point."
As a response Sage leaned up and kissed him again while she continued to move to the music. "It is. But we should be careful until after Roman's party. Just to be safe."
Dean couldn't argue with that. The only way Sage was able to get into that party is because Roman knew nothing about her, she was still their wild card, their ace in the hole. "I'm still not a big fan of this plan." Dean told her while she grinded on him.
"Neither am I, but the hunters in all of us won out because we need the information." Sage told him while she reached and grab a shot glass from nearby bartender with a tray of shots. It was clear so she assumed it was vodka or gin. "Woah!" She downed it quickly and soon realized that it was tequila.
Dean just looked at her before taking her hand and slipping through the crowd of dancers, most of them a lot more tipsy than they were an hour ago. "We should see what Sam found out."
Sage nodded and put her glass back on the bar once they reached the spot where Sam was sitting, this time drinking a coke. "Get anything useful?" She called over the music.
"Yeah actually, basically everyone wants to talk about the murders and mention anything they think about them. What about you guys?"
Sage and Dean exchanged a look. "We saw a woman talking to the DJ, she seemed kinda suspicious but the DJ is still there and she left."
"That's it?" Sam asked, quite surprised.
"We were kinda busy." Sage said mischievously, signaling the bartender to bring her a cosmopolitan.
"I saw your kiss." Sam said matter-of-factly as the bartender returned with Sage's drink. When neither one of them said anything Sam started to get it. "Wait, you mean that was real?"
"Ummm, yeah." Dean said, looking at the expression on his brothers face.
"So you two are together now?"
"Yeah, you can definitely say that." Sage smiled and took a sip of her drink.
"I knew it!" Sam exclaimed. "It was bound to happen one day! Can I have a beer for my brother?" Sam directed that last part to the bartender and was wiping up some sipped beer from the counter.
Dean took the bottle that the man handed to him and took a swig. Sage laughed softly at Sam's outburst. "Working with us isn't going to change." Sage offered trying to explain her and Dean.
Sam just laughed. "Working might not change but being around you two otherwise will be different. Have you thought about sleeping together yet?"
Sage almost choked at the suddenness of the question but neither of them said anything because they had both thought about it but neither was willing to admit to it right now.
"That will definitely be something different. I don't think you'll be able to go very long without sleeping together." Sam smirked and took the last drink of his coke.
"No one said we were gonna try to do that." Dean countered, already finished with half of his beer.
Sage laughed and carefully swirled the contents of her glass. "So, what'd you find out?"
"I'll tell you back at the hotel, we've got a little while longer to try and get some more information. Why don't you actually do that this time?"
Dean punched him in the arm before ordering another beer and headed off in the direction of a table where another couple was seated drinking beers together. Sage gave Sam a playful look before she followed Dean over to the table and sat down beside him. Sam looked after them for a moment before he ordered another beer from himself and sat and drank it, pleased that his brother had finally found the right woman and it didn't take forever for him to realize it.