"What'd you find out?" Dean asked his brother when he closed the door to their extremely nice hotel, the nicest one they had ever stayed at; they wouldn't have this time either except it was Sage that booked the hotel and she seemed to better with the fake credit cards than they were. When they asked her about it, she only said that she had a friend with great connections who get her whatever she wanted and that it would look 100% legitimate.

"Enough to start on." Sam replied flopping down on the bed and glancing at the clock which read 4:23 in the morning.

"What is it?" Sage asked while she wandered around the spacious room looking at the decorations before exploring the bathroom.

"All of the victims, including the women, were all seen hitting up hot women at the club and drinking all night long, on more than night. The victims were all regulars and were known for being huge flirts."

"So wait, some of our victims were lesbians?!" Dean exclaimed, suddenly more interested than he was before.

"Yeah, they were. So our killer could be bisexual or simply a creature with no preference." Sam replied, giving his brother a funny look.

Dean smirked. "That's hot. Our killer is most likely a woman then."

"I heard that Dean!" Sage called from the bathroom. "There's a freaking Jacuzzi tub in here!"

The brothers ignored her comment about the tub and continued talking about the case. "Did you learn anything else?"

Sam got up to change his clothes for bed and close the curtains to their room that overlooked the strip. "Actually yes, they were all see with a woman that looked to be the same one."

Dean turned from where he was investigating the room service menu. "Oh yeah? What'd she look like?"

"The few people I talked to didn't give me much to go on. They said she was fairly tall and had long blonde curly hair that went down past her shoulders. Typically she wears leather pants or really tight jeans and some tube top or something else similar. She is a regular too although she doesn't come every night. She seems to scout out the club members and doesn't go with anyone she doesn't find attractive since a lot of people go up to her and she turns most of them down. The guy I was talking to hit on her once and she turned him down out right. Apparently her voice is beautiful and hypnotic and husky and she has very dark brown eyes."

Dean nodded. "Sounds smokin'!"

At just that time Sage walked back into the room wearing a white plush bathrobe from the hotel and plopped down on the bed, pulling her legs underneath her. "So we need to be looking for her tomorrow night then?"

"Yeah we do. We also need to figure what she is." Sam said moving to take their father's journal out of Dean's bag.

"A slut." Sage stated simply with a smile on her face.

"Huh?" Sam laughed.

"She's a slut, that's pretty simple." Sage shrugged. "She is definitely some sort of monster but she is also a slutty monster."

Dean laughed and pulled Bobby's flask out of his bag and took a swig of whatever was inside. "Okay, so what you should be looking for are creatures that are sexual, attractive, make their victims extremely happy before they kill them in a way that is untraceable."

Sage nodded, thinking to herself and subconsciously biting her full lower lip. "Succubus."

Dean looked over at her from looking over his younger brother's shoulder at their father's journal. "You think she's a succubus?"

"I think it's possible. It definitely fits. She's beautiful, flirty, a total killer and no one knows how the victims except they all had sex first. Succubus makes sense."

"So does a siren." Sam replied, trying to follow his father's writing with his finger as it trailed across one page and onto another.

"Yeah it does," Sage retorted, "But not quite."

Dean took another sip from the flask. "She's right Sammy. It can't be a siren, there is no water nearby and the victims weren't drowned."

Sam nodded respectively. "You're right. It's been a long night, my mind isn't processing everything right now." He laughed. "I think it's time for bed right about now." Sam crawled into one of the beds and quickly fell asleep.

"Hopefully we can finish this case soon." Sage said, running her fingers through her hair and looking at Dean as he moved to sit next to her.

"Why's that? Vegas could be fun." He winked at her and laughed.

"We've got another case lined up." At Dean's quizzical look Sage continued. "Dick Roman's party."

"Shit." Dean's smiled vanished.

"Yeah, we need to be done with Vegas by then." Sage replied, tentatively chewing on her lower lip. "How sure are you that Dick Roman knows nothing about me?"

"If he knew you were with us or knew about you at all, you would have known already. Have you done any Leviathan cases?"

"No."

"Then odds are he knows nothing about you because we haven't been around any either since you joined us."

Sage nodded and laid back on the bed with a sigh.

"We're not gonna be able to keep an eye on you you know." Dean said laying down beside her and looking up at the ceiling.

"I didn't figure you'd be able to. I figured I'd be on my own once I entered the mansion."

"You pretty much will be. I know we have a guy who can get us some surveillance equipment but we'll be able to hear what you hear and you can hear us but that's all, no sight." Dean turned his head to Sam who was asleep in the other bed. "We can call him tomorrow."

Sage nodded. "That works, it's better than nothing." She smiled. "Tonight was fun."

Dean gave her a cocky smile and propped himself up on his elbow. "Who says it's over?"

Sage laughed and playfully shoved him. "We're not gonna do anything here, we've been together a couple of hours. Besides Sam is in the room with us!" She stood up and went over to her bag to pull out her black cotton short shorts and her black tank top. She slipped out of the plush bathrobe and quickly pulled her make shift pajamas on while ignoring Dean's eyes on her. She pulled the bathrobe back on before going to sit on the bed again.

"Why not now? If Sam wasn't here I mean." Dean asked her while she switched on the bedside lamp and turned off the lights in the room.

"I want us to be real Dean, real feelings, not just lust, not some long one night stand like you're used to."

"How do you know that's what I'm used to?" Dean asked, half playful half serious.

"I haven't been around long but I know that. I've had my fair share of one night stands. I've messed around a lot."

"I didn't peg you for the type, not seriously anyway. How many people did you mess around with?"

"Do you really wanna get into this Dean?" Sage asked with a small sigh. "We just got together."

"Might as well get all the dirty laundry out of the way now."

"In that case too many to count. I lied when I said I never messed around as a teenager. I messed around a lot. A new guy at every party almost, I slept with them all. I always used protection with the guys. I also had many one night stands while I was on the road alone, before Tristan mostly and only a couple after him but I have always been loyal in my relationships. When the mood struck I always found someone but that's not the person I wanna be. That's not who I am on the inside. I want something real, I wanna be done with that lifestyle. I wanna have something with you Dean." Sage smiled softly after rambling off the truth of her sexual escapades quickly, like tearing off a bandaid.

Dean looked shocked briefly, but not angry or disgusted. "Really? Sounds a lot like I've been. You really did that?"

She laughed. "Yeah I did. My past isn't really something I'm proud of. My shining moment was when I decided to follow in my parents' footsteps and become a hunter."

"The life of a hunter isn't easy, not even as children when our parents were hunters." Dean sighed and turned to look at her even though her eyes were trained on the ceiling.

Sage snapped her head around to look at him, her bright green eyes catching his hazel ones. "You've had Sam to talk to, to keep you company, to understand what it's like to be a hunter and have no one. I had no one once my parents died, no one who would understand. Even once I found Tristan it didn't matter because he didn't understand, I couldn't tell him anything about my real life. We were a sham because the real part of me was something that he never knew." Sage's voice was somewhat bitter but with a hint of melancholy underneath. She continued to hold his gaze, her eyes were hard.

"I didn't always have Sam. He was at Stanford for a long time before we started hunting together again." Dean sad nothing for a while after that, he didn't know where to begin on everything that Sage had said to him. He wasn't really much of an emotional person and Sage told him a lot. "I never knew you had all that bottled up."

"No one does. I keep everything bottled up and I've a pretty hard shell, a wall to break down. Something that comes from being a hunter and losing people. I use as a reason not to get close to people, if they can't break down my wall then they don't deserve to know the real me and it's actually better for them that way. If we never get close then it's not hard to leave."

"That's why except for Lisa and Ben I learned early on not to get involved with people like that, one night stands were the extent of my relationships. I was with Lisa and Ben only because Sam told me to lead a normal life if he didn't come back soon, so I tried and when Sam returned, it was over. We can't be with people who don't understand our lifestyle, who aren't hunters." Dean said, knowing how she felt because he felt it too. It was like Sage and Dean were cut from the same cloth they fit so well together.

"Hunters are loners." Sage said softly. "They're not meant to be with someone else, someone who doesn't understand the life."

Dean nodded. "Have you ever thought about getting out of the life?"

Sage looked at him. "No, hunting is my life and it's all I've ever known. I don't plan on getting out."

Dean said nothing for a moment thinking about something that Frank had told him, he never knew anyone who had gotten out of the life, they've all died before they had a chance. Sam and Dean had been lucky, they knew that. They'd had their fair share of close encounters but they were still alive. Dean knew he didn't know much about Sage's hunts or how many close encounters that she might have had. He knew she was good, she had saved his ass before, Sam's too and she hunted alone. The thought of hunters dying before they quit the life kept nagging at him. "You'd rather die on a hunt than get out?"

"Yeah I would actually. I couldn't imagine getting out of the life, I wouldn't know what to do with my life. I love hunting and I'm good at it Dean. People need us even though they don't know it. Did you ever plan on getting out?"

"I did briefly. When I was with Lisa but I didn't like it. I didn't know what to do with myself. You're right, I don't plan on leaving the life either. I can't stay away and it seems that you can't either." Dean told her picking up one of her loose purple curls.

"A lot of people die in the life." Sage said, voicing the same thoughts that were running through Dean's mind.

"I know. I've known some of those people. You have too."

Sage nodded. "Loved ones die because of us."

Dean said nothing for a moment. "We've all dealt with that before. I think that's why we all try not to get close to civilians, it will eventually lead to their death."

"We're lucky Dean." Sage said abruptly.

Dean just looked at her, puzzled. "And why's that?"

"Not to sound sappy but we found each other. We're lucky. We're both hunters, it's all out in the open, there's no secret lifestyle with us. Not only that but we have each other, and we also have Sam. The three of us are together, none of us have to be alone. We're hunters that aren't real loners. I've been on my own before, until I met you guys I was on my own. I've been on my own hunting since I was a teenager. It sucks always being alone."

"I know how it is. I was alone while Sam was at Stanford."

"I've never been this open with someone before you." Sage told him while he twirled her hair around his finger.

"Yeah I know what you mean. You're different."

"I'll take that as a good thing then." Sage laughed her musical laugh and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you sleeping with your brother again?" Sage teased him.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to." Dean winked at her.

"You don't have to if you don't want to you. You can sleep here with me." Sage flirted right back at him.

"I'll take the offer." Dean said bounding off the bed and going to change for bed.

Sage laughed and slipped out of the bathrobe before crawling under the covers which were much nicer than she expected. They were plush and the mattress and pillows were like heaven. Dean jumped on the bed beside her and took the other side. He was wearing gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt. He reached over and turned the light off on the bedside table plunging the room into darkness.

"Goodnight Sage." Dean whispered.

"Goodnight Dean." Sage smiled and slid down in the bed. They were both out almost as soon as their heads hit the pillows.