A/N: Long chapter coming up, thanks for reading on. ;) There will be one more chapter on Sin City before I move along to Bedtime Stories, and I felt like making it really sinful. :P
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Chapter 13 - Fight 'Til Dying (Sin City Part II)
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I see the look in your eyes I feel the beat in your heart We can reach little higher I've seen the faces of the ones We leave the fear behind
I know it's time to rise
Hey babe I know you
I know we will be fine
It makes me strong tonight
Hey babe, you know me
You know it is our night tonight
We can tear down the sky
If something comes on the way we face it as one
Through the tears and the clouds
Through the times when they doubt
If something comes on the way we fight 'til dying
Who walk away from light
Hey babe I know you
I know they ain't our kind
And trust the way we feel inside
Hey babe, we both know
We know it is our night tonight
Sunrise Avenue - Fight 'Til Dying
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Rika looked after Reggie as the cops cuffed him and lead him away from the scene. This case was getting weirder by the minute, and she wasn't sure if it was something she normally would have handled. Rika had to admit, she was partial to the corporeal big bad, something she could see and hit. She looked over at Sam and noticed he was looking slightly fidget-y.
"Too many cops here. I say we roll", he said quietly with a slight shook of his head.
"Calm down, will you", Rika tried and Dean was quick to agree with her.
"Rika's right, just be cool. Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst."
"So, what's the deal, then? People in this town getting possessed or not?", Sam asked with a confused town to his voice.
"God, I miss vampires", Rika mumbled not wanting Sam and Dean to hear her, but as usual, Sam caught her comment and gave her a slight look.
Dean apparently hadn't heard her, since he continued. "I don't know. Maybe it is just what it is -- town full of scumbags."
"Yeah. Maybe", Sam said and looked lost in thoughts.
"Somehow, I highly doubt it", Rika added, but before the Winchesters had time to ask her what she had meant, they were approached by a police officer.
"You boys ready for your mug shots?".
Sam and Dean looked nervous. What the hell was their deal with cops anyways? Rika knew that they were fugitives, but what was the chance of some random backland cop recognizing them? Maybe if they kept behaving all shady and fidget-y around cops, they would get noticed.
The looked relieved when the policeman smiled and continued. "The photographer's gonna be here in a few and take your picture for the local paper."
Dean gave him his best smile. "Be an honor, officer. What a thrill."
As soon as the policeman left them, Sam spoke with a low tone. "Yep, time to go."
Rika was already getting ready to leave with Sam, but Dean waved at them to stop. "Wait a second. Wait a second."
"What?", Rika asked.
"Where's Richie?", Dean retorted as he looked around the bar.
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The next day, there was still no sign of Richie. Rika and Sam just figured he had skipped town, but Dean kept saying he thought something was up, or that something had happened to Richie. At the moment they were back at the bar, and Rika was looking at Dean sitting across from her, with a huge burger in front of him. She had still not gotten used to his eating habits and his obsession with food, and she had to admit it disgusted her slightly at times. This time it was bit strange, Dean hadn't even touched the burger. Usually he just dug right in, but Rika didn't want to pry. It was none of her business, but somehow she figured it had to do with Richie's sudden disappearance.
She looked up as Sam walked up to the table and sat down next her. He placed a beer in front of Dean and kept the other one himself. He had offered to get one for Rika too, but she had just shook her head and said thanks but no thanks. She didn't really enjoy alcohol unless it was cider or something like that. Beer she definitely resented, she still found that the way the beverage looked was slightly similar to urine, not to mention the yucky taste. And in general - high percentages of alcohol and her: not a good combination.
"You do realize there's red meat within striking distance, right?", Sam asked Dean with a slight amused smile.
"How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?", Dean said with a worried look on his face.
"Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed."
Dean shook his head. "No. He's a moron. He's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him."
Sam caved in, deciding it was best to let Dean follow up on his hunch. "All right. Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy."
"I'll go with you", Rika added softly, her comment earning a kiss on the cheek from Sam.
"Yeah?", Dean questioned. "Why?"
"I don't know", Sam said with his most concentrated expression. "Something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here."
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While the trio was having their discussion in the bar in Elizabethville, Bobby was having an encounter of his own, miles away. He had now managed to restore the Colt and was out in the woods shooting at a target, making adjustments every time he fired. He looked down at the gun, made some adjustments and looked back up, getting ready to fire at the target once more. Instead of having the target in his eyesight, a young, beautiful blonde haired woman had suddenly appeared in front of the target. Bobby immediately pointed his gun at her, suspicious as he was.
"Cute piece", the woman said with a smirk.
"Who are you?"
The woman wouldn't reply, instead she smirked once more. "It won't stop a demon, if that's what you think."
"How the hell would you know?"
"Oh, I don't know", she said and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were completely black. Bobby took a step back as she continued. "Call it an educated guess."
Bobby decided to play her little game and smirked back. "Well, ain't i lucky, then? Found a subject for a test fire."
"Luck has nothing to do with it. But, hey, by all means. Take your best shot."
Bobby hesitated. He knew it would kill the human the demon was possessing, even if it didn't kill the demon inside of her.
"Are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist, or are you gonna shoot?", the demon asked and almost had no time to finish before Bobby shot her in the chest.
She didn't even flinch, instead she just looked down at the hole in her chest. "Oww, that smarts a little."
"What do you want?"
"Peace on earth, a new shirt. Now... do you want me to help you out with that gun or not?", the demon continued and walked towards Bobby. Maybe this was that Ruby demon that had kidnapped Rika and fed her some story about wanting to help? Bobby wasn't that gullible, but he wanted the Colt working again. It was their best weapon against demons aside from Rika's scythe.
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Sam and Rika were standing in the corridor outside Trotter's office, getting ready to break an entering and look through his stuff, trying to determine whether he was a demon or not.
"You sure you want to do this?", Rika asked him with a whisper.
He had no time to reply as his cellphone rang, startling them both with the sudden sound in the silence. Sam picked up. "Dean."
Rika could hear Dean on the other end, thanks to her slayer hearing. It sure came in handy when eavesdropping. "Sammy."
"Yeah. Hey. I can't talk right now."
"You two okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine. Just meet us at the bar later, okay?" Sam was quick to hang up and Rika gave him a small look with a raised eyebrow.
He looked at her with an amused smile. "What?", he whispered.
"Nothing. Ready to go all double-oh-seven on Trotter's ass?", Rika whispered back with a smile.
"Yup, let's go", he replied with a more serious expression and put his hand on the small of her back, leading her into the office with careful steps, trying to see if the coast was clear before entering.
Both of them immediately went for Trotter's desk, anxious to get out of there as soon as possible. Neither of them wanted to be walked in on, especially if Trotter was a demon. The top drawer was locked, but Rika easily broke the lock by pulling at the drawer, earning an impressed look from Sam. There was nothing suspicious in the drawer, just some paperwork, nothing even slightly supernatural. Suddenly, Rika flinched as she heard a sound, but it was too late. She turned towards the door and saw Trotter and his bodyguard enter. Sam immediately jumped the bodyguard and tackled him, but he instantly stopped as he heard the click from Trotter's gun as he took the safety off - a gun that he was now pointing straight at Rika.
Sam gave her an exasperated look filled with worry for her safety, but she just gave him a look that told him not to worry about her.
"What are you doing here?", Trotter asked.
"I think maybe you know", Sam replied with his calmest voice as he tried to ignore the gun that was pointed at his girlfriend.
"Yeah. Well, I think I'm calling the cops", Trotter said.
Rika and Sam gave each other a confused look. What kind of a demon would call the cops when he found a hunter and a slayer in his office. "Cops?", Sam asked carefully.
Trotter smirked. "Breaking and entering, assault -- you're in a peck of trouble, my friends."
"Uh, well, I think I could probably explain it!", Sam commented and Rika saw her chance. She jumped Trotter before he even knew it and wrestled the gun from his hands. She pointed it towards both the men, and Sam quickly moved up to stand next to her.
"All right, back up!", Rika said with her most intimidating tone and shook the gun slightly. This was exactly why she hated the Winchesters' love for guns, they were never any good.
"Get back. Money's in the safe! Take it and go", Trotter said, apparently trying to get Sam and Rika to back off.
"We don't want your money", Sam said and took out a bottle of holy water. "I just got to be sure."
Sam splashed both Trotter and the bodyguard with the water, but nothing happened. "What kind of psycho are you?", Trotter asked as he spat some of the water out of his mouth, with a confused look on his face.
"Oh, God", Sam said now embarrassed. He started backing towards the door and signaled Rika to do the same. He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Uh, I'm sorry. I think this was just a minor misunderstanding.? Yeah, okay. How 'bout we just leave, cause..."
He took the gun from Rika's hand and removed the bullets. "You know, I'll take these." He put the gun down on the floor. "I'll, uh, we'll leave this for, uh... You, uh... have a nice day?"
Rika and Sam ran as fast as they could away from Trotter's office. When they finally reached a safe distance, both of them stopped and leaned against a wall, trying to catch their breaths after the run, both of them panting. Rika took a glance at Sam and when she saw how embarrassed he looked, she burst out in laughter. She tilted her head back against the wall while she laughed so much that her tears started running.
Sam gave her an exasperated, embarrassed glance. "What?! What's so funny?"
"Oh, come on!", Rika managed to get out between her laughs. "It was a little funny, wasn't it, Mr. Bond? Let's go find Dean."
Sam caved in, but placed his hand on her arm and looked her into the eyes. "I'm so getting you for that Bond crap later, when this is over."
He tried his best to look intimidating, but it only made Rika burst into another round of laughter as she walked ahead of him towards the bar.
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Rika and Sam were sitting at the bar. It was getting late, it was already around 11PM, but there was still no sign of Dean anywhere. He hadn't called either.
"What can I get for you?", the male bartender said as he was suddenly standing right in front of Rika and Sam.
"Um, you remember the guy we were with last night? We sat right here", Sam asked the bartender.
"The big hero who jumped on Reggie."
"Yeah, yeah. The -- the big hero. Right. Um, have you seen him around at all today?"
"Maybe. Depends."
"D-depends on what?", Sam asked and Rika was surprised at how naive he actually was, but she kind of loved that about him. She tried her hardest not to roll her eyes, but she didn't have to as the bartender raised an eyebrow and Sam quickly caught on.
"Oh, my -- does everyone around here have their hand out?", Sam sighed as he handed the bartender some money.
"He left with Casey about an hour ago", the bartender said as he put the money in his pocket.
"Any idea where they went?", Rika asked and the bartender gave her an appreciative glance.
"Her place... for Bible study", he added with another look at Rika and a small wink. Again, Rika had to restrain herself from not rolling her eyes and giving him the death stare.
"You got an address?", Sam asked.
"What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks off?"
Sam looked slightly embarrassed and gave Rika a look, pleading for help. Rika handed the bartender some more money with a sigh.
"Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun", the bartender grinned and walked away from them.
Sam signaled at Rika to leave and they headed back to the motel. The walk was silent, and Rika knew Sam was lost in thoughts, wondering about his brother. In the corridor leading up to their room Sam stopped Rika. "Maybe we should go check Casey's place out, Dean could be in trouble."
Rika sighed a bit. Her instincts were telling her Dean was probably fine, better than ever even. She didn't want to think about it since it filled her head with disturbing images, but Dean was probably having sex with Casey as she and Sam were speaking. "Sam, calm down. I'm sure Dean's fine. He and Casey are probably... well, you know. Given his ways and everything. You know he never calls when he's with women. And I got no demon vibe off her. And you don't really want to walk right into that, do you?"
Sam sighed and looked more relieved at her words. "No, I guess you're probably right."
"Hey", Rika said and took his face in her hands, making her look into her eyes. She gave him her best and most calming smile. "Just forget about war and demons for one night, okay? Whatever comes, we can handle together. If Dean's not back in the morning, we'll find him. But he'll probably show up in the morning with a huge hangover, like he usually does."
She stood up on her toes and kissed him sweetly on the lips. He was eager to reply to her kiss, and soon it turned hungrier. She could tell he was smiling underneath their kiss and he pulled away for a couple of seconds. "I'm forgetting about demons alright. I might need a bit more distraction from the war, though."
Rika smiled back and spoke between kisses. "Oh, is that so?", she asked with her most teasing tone and that was it for Sam. She was irresistible, and he instantly forgot about his worries about Dean. They continued kissing passionately as they moved for the motel room door. Rika was standing with her back against the wall, Sam kissing her neck while he fiddled with the room key. Once he got the door open, he swept her up from the floor for two seconds with one arm as he moved her and placed her feet back down on the floor inside of the motel room. He bumped his behind against the door in order to close it and Rika heard the lock click as she pressed Sam against the door with her body. Both of them had wide smiles under their kisses, Rika noticed just before Sam picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her hands in his hair.
Sam turned around, and stumbled backwards towards the bed, accompanied by both of their giggles and laughs. When the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees he let himself fall down with his head against the pillows and Rika on top of him. He massaged her lower back with his hands as they kissed and her hair tickled his face. He levered himself up slightly using his elbows, and pulled Rika's shirt off while arching upwards slightly in order not to lose her lips. Once her shirt was pooled on the floor, he let himself fall back down against the pillows. She moved her hands away from his hair and ran one of them softly down his neck, causing him to moan slightly. She moved towards the top button on his button down shirt and started unbuttoning it, one button at a time.
Sam felt the fire move downwards as she traced the movement of her hands with her lips while she worked on his shirt, kissing the exposed skin on his chest. Her mouth travelled lower and lower, the pace being almost too slow for Sam to handle. The feelings were so strong that they almost scared him. He felt her tongue and lips against his skin, and the fabric of her black, lace bra soothing the trail of fire her lips had left behind when her soft breasts brushed slightly up against his stomach once in a while as she moved. When she reached the final button and reached his hipbone with her kisses, eliciting indescribable pleasure, he felt his stomach tighten and he had to grab the bed frame not to go out of control. Her lips were travelling dangerously low, and even though he would have given anything to feel her mouth there, he felt the need to stop her.
"Oh God, Rika", he gasped and as she reached out for the button on his jeans he grabbed her hand to stop her. Instead, he pulled her back up and soon he found her lips with a small groan. He put both his hands on the small of her back and pressed her closer against him as he let his hands travel up her back. He unhooked her bra and threw it down on the floor. He shifted positions slightly, turning her around so she was now underneath him, and in the same movement he pulled off his now unbuttoned shirt and threw it down on the floor. He worked swiftly to remove the rest of their clothing, and it wasn't long until he surged himself inside of her, eliciting a small moan from her. He abandoned her lips and instead he buried his head in her neck, kissing her there instead, tickling and teasing her with his tongue as he went along.
Rika thought she was going to die, because the things he was doing to her felt so incredible. As he moved in and out of her, she felt like she was on fire. She couldn't do anything but tilt her head backwards as she let her feet run up and down his legs in a restless motion while she kept arching her hips to meet him halfway. She had her hands on his back, and she could feel his muscles flexing underneath her touch. Sam on the other hand was fully concentrated on Rika and he could feel her with every fiber of his being. He could hear the sound of her heartbeat, and the deep, slow breaths she was taking through her mouth. He knew he was about to lose all self-control he had. When Rika felt she got closer, she lifted her head slightly from the pillow trying to find his lips again, and she quickly succeeded. When they reached the climax, Rika buried her fingers in his shoulder blades. Sam felt his stomach tighten and both of them let out loud moans as they came together.
Afterwards, both of them fell back against the pillows, side by side, panting heavily after their experience, with the covers pulled up against their chests. Rika felt the sheets stick to her body, as she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and she noticed Sam was in the same situation. He looked like he was glowing or something because of the light from the street outside sneaking through the curtains. Rika tried to get back her normal breathing rhythm and looked up at the ceiling in the dark room. Then she turned her head towards Sam who was lying next to her, and they both looked at each other. Sam was the first one to speak. He looked like a little kid who had just been at the candy store or something, and it almost made her laugh, because he looked so damn satisfied.
"Wow."
Rika laughed slightly and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "Yeah. This really is Sin City, huh? It has a weird effect on people."
"It's not so bad", Sam smirked. "I kinda liked that effect."
He reached out to pull her into his embrace and she moved her head to rest on his naked chest, snuggling closer to him. Soon both of them were fast asleep, without a single worry on their minds.
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