The room Laela led the man back to wasn't lit much better than the main floor, but it would still do the job. The guy had clearly had a few drinks, so hopefully getting information out of him would be easy.

Laela was calm as she smiled, thanking the heavens that he was at least not old and creepy. "Would you like a drink?"

He nodded, sitting down as he returned the smile.

"I'll take the drink as long as you keep dancing, deal? I've got cash to burn, if you're good, might clean out my wallet."

She laughed, wanting so much to slice his neck open, but she reserved herself to sling a leg over his lap, dancing against him as he sipped. "So, I hear you're a regular here." She made sure she kept moving so that he wouldn't complain.

"So I am...haven't seen you before, and I'm here alot. You just trying to make extra money? Pretty girl like you shouldn't have to do this..."

She was beginning to think that slicing his neck would be the polite thing.

"I've worked at clubs across the entire country. Traveled. I'm just here for a few days, and then I'm gone again." She smiled. "Not really for the money. I just like doing this."

"Yeah, so do most of the girls here...well, the ones that used to be here. The turn around for this place is crazy, there's new girls like you every three days." He mused, taking another drink before setting it down on the nearby table. She felt him tap his foot from the stereo in the room and remembered exactly why she sometimes liked these places, the music wasn't all that bad.

As she kept moving, she tilted her head slightly. "Lots of new girls? Are there any regular girls here…?" She asked innocently, slowly leading into asking about the girls who had gone missing.

"The few that I knew, I mean - now there's maybe three left. Used to be around six or seven, and I know how bad that sounds - but it was me and a few of my friends coming here after work, I just - got to know them. Until they just left."

"Just left?" She asked, playing dumb.

"Well yeah. One day they're here, the next night - one's missing, few days after that another one's gone, y'know? Just thought they realized what else they could do with their lives and didn't bother with two weeks." He explained.

"And no one heard from them?" She looked worried. "I saw in the news that a few girls around here have gone missing... Do you think it might be those girls too?" She pouted softly and rested her hands on his shoulders, grace slowly swirling around them. By this point, it was too dimly lit and there was enough alcohol in his body to notice. She concentrated to whether he was lying or telling the truth as he continued to speak.

"I'd rather not think about it, depressing shit if that's the case. Yeah, who knows, could be them. Not like the police are doing anything about it - they're all idiots, apparently missing people isn't an issue that people blink at but a cat gets stuck in a drainpipe and suddenly everyone's losing their minds!"

She nodded, confirming that he was telling the truth. At that exact moment, the timer by the door clicked. She stood. "Fifteen minutes is up, sweetheart."

He looked at her for a minute before standing himself, walking towards the door. Turning to look at her, he smiled.

"So if you're working tomorrow...I'll be here. Damn, I never caught your name."

She looked at him, holding out her hand.

He raised an eyebrow and handed her a folded stack of money.

"It's May." She smiled.

He nodded, walking out of the room, she following behind when he was far enough out of range to where she could count what he'd given her before heading back to the guys.

Her smile broadened to a grin.

An hour or two later, Laela was still on the move, balancing dancing with guys and girls around the floor and dancing with her co workers on stage.

Charlie had given up on waiting for Riley, figuring the younger hunter had done the utmost stupid thing and slipped out back to leave early, or, god forbid had taken the girl back to the motel and given her a credit card.

Dean tried to stick close to the stage so he could watch Laela when she came back up, and Sam went back and forth between making sure Charlie wasn't going insane and keeping a lookout for anything weird.

It was Laela who reacted to the scream first, heels nearly flying off as she ran to the back.

Naturally everyone else followed, Charlie nearly smacking into Laela when she skidded to a stop.

Laela screamed.

"RISSA!" She yelped towards the limp girl in the man's hands. Suddenly everything stopped moving, the others besides their group freezing.

The man smiled, the eyes she had looked into before now onyx black.

"Son of a bitch." She snarled.

"Let this go, it's only a few girls...it's not like they don't find replacements for them. And it's not like this one's hurt, well, at least it didn't hurt for long. The others are just...missing."

The silver blade appeared from what seemed like nowhere, and she growled. "So you are the one who's been killing these girls. And you aren't just a demon. You're special, huh?"

"Doesn't begin to cover it."

Everyone turned and looked to see Cas had just shown up, typical of the somehow-always-sensing-danger angel.

"You still have no chance." She smirked. "Fleruty."

The demon visibly reacted to his name, lip curling in a snarl as he dropped the girl's body.

"So you've heard of me, nice to know I have fans. Now, the chitchat is nice and all, but that's not what I came for."

"Everyone knows you. We learn about it, as we are required to. You savages, on the other hand, don't seem to have any kind of training. Which is sad, because if you knew my name, you would know to run." Laela's eyes glowed white, and an aura of pure light surrounded her body. "You would know that you do not stand a chance."

"I don't, but the one I answer to does, surely you know that. He's furious. Wants you dead for the shit you pulled, expelling him like that." Fleruty crossed his arms, not phased by the light surrounding Laela.

"Poor baby." Her words leaked with humor. She could see that phased him. "What's the matter, get a little pissy when someone talks about the big bossy? Too bad."

"Take that tone back, you green eyed hidden-feathered bitch!" It was a growl as he took off toward the group, but before he could even get close, Laela raised her hand.

With a smile, he was thrown back into the dumpster, collapsing it entirely.

"Shit, how much power does it take to destroy that big chunk of metal?" Charlie muttered from her spot behind Dean.

Laela shrugged, "Do we kill him? I feel like we should."

Cas stepped forward. "It's too risky to keep him."

"Its just going to piss Agaliarept off more."

"Does that matter at this point?"

"You're right..." Laela stepped forward, before turning and handing her blade to Cas. "I don't need this."

She walked towards the demon who was getting up, and he smiled. "Without that blade you sure can't kill m-"

He was cut off by her grabbing his forehead, the ground pulsating out from around her as the ringing began. A light flashed, brighter than any time Cas had disposed of someone and everything around them rumbled. The pavement cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

When everyone was able to look, they saw the man's body on the ground, humped slightly over the edge of the small crater that Laela was now standing in.

"Holy shit. That was awesome! Now that the case is closed, HELLO COMIC-CON!" Charlie yelled, face breaking into a grin as she looked around the group.

"Wait. We're still missing someone." Sam pointed out.

"I'm right here, you guys." Riley was standing a little ways behind Charlie, just watching.

Charlie turned.

"WELL THEN WHERE THE FUCK WERE- is that a lipstick smudge?"

"Uh-"

Dean stepped out to walk towards Laela but stopped. "Baby...?"

She was looking at the corpse next to her, body shaking. Her eyes were the issue however, as they were still glowing a bright white. When everyone turned back, they could then feel the ground still shaking.

"Laela... Laela, baby, look at me..."

"Dean, back up." Cas warned. "Let her cool, she needs to come back on her own."

And as he said, a few moments later, her eyes faded to green and she took a deep breath, looking around at the mess she had caused.

"Wow..." She whispered to herself, looking at Cas for some kind of answer. He just shrugged.

"I'm sorry guys..." She mumbled.

"So now that that scary scene is over and that sucker's dead, we've got no reason to stay here. I was kinda in the middle of something, I'll be back later? I'll catch a cab back if I need to, figured you guys prefer me not around, I won't get anyone killed that way." Riley started, walking back into the club as the others looked between each other.

"God, if you seriously think you're going to have a chance with a stripper..."

"Shut it. I'm fine."

Laela stepped from the small crater, walking straight up to Riley. "If you think you're going anywhere, you are so sadly mistaken. You abandoned post, and if it had been all of us working together, you could have gotten someone else killed." She looked around and they were suddenly in the motel room. "And don't give me any of the 'but we weren't working together this time' shit. You had your part and you didn't play it."

"I wouldn't've walked off if she hadn't been a damn dead ringer. And we're done talk-"

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE WALKED OFF AT ALL!" The scream was sure to have them receiving noise complaints, and Riley's eyes widened as she was pushed back until she smacked against the wall, her feet dangling inches off the ground as she struggled to break the grace's grip.

Laela's eyes flashed white and then green again, and she shook. "Another girl died tonight, because you weren't sitting at the right table, and you couldn't see out the window. You! I KNEW I should have had Dean sit there. Or Sam. Or Charlie. But I wanted to trust you."

"And I shouldn't have." She let Riley go, and the door swung open. "Go ahead. Leave."

"Ow, fuck, at least you didn't throw me this time. Thought you said I wasn't going anywhere? Not like I can't get back over to the club, I've got til 2 AM." The brunette was picking herself up, unable to unstick the bitchface as she straightened up.

"But if you want me gone, fine."

"I said leave. I don't want to see your face. Find your own motel room, too. You won't be getting back in here." The keys slipped out of Riley's pocket and into Laela's hand. "Go be immature and reckless, we'll work on actually doing something to help fix this mess." Laela turned around and walked towards the other side of the room, the cue that she was done with the female hunter.

Riley opened her mouth to say something, but knowing it was only going to make things worse, only walked over to her bed and grabbed her backpack.

"Fine. Don't expect me back in the morning. Someone text me so I don't get left in New York City by myself if you leave, I fucking hate large crowds. Or you know what?" Her voice had picked up an edge no one had heard since the first instance of her being addicted to angel blood.

"Open up the fucking portal so I can fix all the shit I created back home."

That was it, with a wave of Laela's hand, Riley was quite literally thrown out of the room, backpack landing at her feet three seconds later, the door slamming in her face shortly after.

"She'll go home tomorrow." Laela concluded.

"Laela, don't be rash.." Cas began, but Laela cut him off quickly.

"It was your idea to bring her. You thought we needed the help. And now she's made a mess. She's going home."

"Could've gotten a lot more tonight... And not had another girl be killed." She snapped and her bag and clothes were on the bed, singles and twenties of the like shoved into her bag.

"Laela, wait. I know how mad you are at her, but at least hear out why she left." Charlie started, trying to save what decision was made.

"She said if 'she hadn't been a dead ringer' and if you don't think I know exactly what the fuck that's about, you thought wrong. Even now, two years later the two of them are getting people killed, even if it wasn't really her." Laela gave an angry sigh, trying not to pace as she continued, "Which makes her even more childish. This is not up for discussion. She will deal with the consequences and she will face punishment, she doesn't get a free pass because she's moody about her ex." Laela was very serious, face emotionless and all logic as she sat down, pulling money left and right out of her bag.