Season 4 Episode 14
"Ally, wake up." I heard Sam say.
"What?" I asked.
"Found a job. Fedford, Iowa. Guy beats his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer." Sam said to Dean and I.
"Yikes." Dean commented.
"And get this- third local inside two months to gank his wife." Sam continued. "No priors on any of them, all happily married."
"Sounds like 'Ozzie and Harriet'." Dean said.
"More like 'The Shining'." I said, sitting up.
"Alright, well, I guess we better have a look." Dean replied.
Bedford, Iowa
"Why does the P.D keep sending you guys?" The husband asked. "I already said I don't want a lawyer."
"They're lining up the firing squad." Dean replied.
"I'm pleading guilty." Mr. Benson said.
"Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you-that's fine. In fact, it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just want to understand what happened." Dean responded, "That's all."
"Mr. Benson... please." I said.
"What happened was I killed my wife. And you want to know why? Because she made plans without asking me." He replied.
"When it happened, how did it feel? Were you disoriented? Out of control?" Sam questioned.
"Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean asked.
"I knew exactly what I was doing." Mr. Benson replied. "I was crystal clear."
"Then why'd you do it?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." He answered.
Then Dean opened his suitcase and took out a bill and slid it over to Mr. Benson.
"Nine G's. That's a hefty bill." Dean said.
"Where did you get that?" Mr. Benson asked.
"Doesn't matter. We have it." Dean replied, "See, certain charges, the ones you don't want the missus to know, they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment'."
"Yeah, I don't know what you're talking about." Mr. Benson replied.
"Oh, you're dropping plastic at a nudie bar, for instance." Dean responded.
"We just... want to know the truth, Mr. Benson." Sam said.
"Her name was Jasmine." He told us.
"She was a stripper?" Sam asked.
"Dude, her name was Jasmine." Dean replied.
"I didn't mean for it to happen. I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and... there she was." Mr. Benson said. "She came right up to me. And... I-I don't know, s-she was just... perfect. Everything that I wanted."
"Well, you pay enough, anybody will be anything." Dean replied.
"It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was... I don't know. I don't know what it was. it's hard to explain." He responded.
"And your wife found out?" Sam asked.
"No, she never had a clue." Mr. Benson answered.
"Then, why'd you kill her?" Sam questioned.
"For Jasmine." He answered. "She said we'd be together forever, if-if only Vicki was-"
"Muerte." Dean said.
"Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives. I don't know her last name. I don't even know her real first name. I'm an idiot." Mr. Benson continued.
"And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?" I asked.
"What for?" Mr. Benson asked. "The stripper didn't do it. I did it. And I know what I deserve. Judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself."
I stayed in the lobby of the hospital while Sam talked to a woman that works with the sheriff department and Dean got info on the strip clubs and the strippers.
"So, Wylie and Snyder fessed up, huh?" Sam asked Dean as they walked into the hallway and I joined them.
"One emptied his I.R.A., they other, his kid's college fund- all on the same thing." Dean replied.
"Live nude girls?" I questioned.
"Club called the HoneyWagon." Dean answered.
"These guys have affairs, too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" Sam asked.
"Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick." Dean replied.
"So, what, these girls all connected somehow?" Sam asked.
"Well, they all described their stripper the same way, the exact same way, perfect and everything that they wanted." Dean answered.
"Yeah, at least they'll dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives." Sam commented.
"There's that." Dean replied.
"You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell." Sam said.
"Sure seems that way." I replied.
"Which caused them to become totally psychotic." Sam continued.
"You seem pretty cheery." I said to Dean.
"Strippers, Ally, strippers. We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally." He replied before getting into his car.
After that we drove to a diner. As we ate I saw Dean's eyes go wide.
"I got it." He said after swallowing his burger.
"Got what?" Sam asked.
"How we can find the strippers that got the men to kill their wives." Dean replied.
"How?" I asked as I ate some fries.
"You become a stripper." He said to me.
I started choking on my food and Sam started patting my back. I took a drink of my water before answering.
"What?" I questioned.
"I think it's a good idea." Sam said.
"What?" I asked again, "A stripper really?"
"Undercover stripper." Dean smiled.
"Again. What?"
"It's just for the case. Tonight I'll ask the dude while Sam looks around and you try to get the job." Dean replied.
"Why aren't you defending me?" I asked Sam.
"I think it would be nice to-" He started.
"See me look like a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader with my boobs pushed up in my face." I interrupted.
"No, you could figure out which strippers were with Benson, Snyder, and Wylie." Sam finished.
I groaned before standing up, "Are we going or not?"
Dean chuckled before putting money down and getting up and we left. I changed into a different outfit, A low cut tank top and tight jeans. It was still daylight, so Dean dropped me off at the club and Sam and Dean waited for the club to open.
"You got the job, and you start tonight." The owner said after the interview.
"Thanks." I said standing up.
"Roxi!" He yelled.
"Yea, Roy?" A woman came in.
"Take the new girl into the dressing room, she's waitressing tonight." Roy said.
"Okay, come on new girl." Roxi said.
I followed her to a room backstage. Roxi grabbed a strapless black top and silver shorts and handed them to me.
"Bathroom's right there, change and we'll see how you look." She smiled.
I nodded and walked into the bathroom. I changed and looked in the bathroom mirror, I didn't look half-bad. The top showed my stomach and the shorts also showed a lot of leg. I walked out and showed Roxi.
She smiled before talking, "Looks nice new girl. Try these on." She handed me black leather boots that went just below my knees and I put them on.
"Great. Like Roy said, you'll be waitressing. Have you ever been a waitress before?" Roxi asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Great. We open in an hour, so let's get your makeup and hair done." She said, leading me to a mirror.
She made me face her as she did my hair and make up.
"Hey, just by a chance, is there a dancer here by the name Ariel, Jasmine, or Aurora?" I asked her as she straightened my hair.
"No, not that I know of." Roxi answered.
"Girl, is this your natural hair color?" Roxi asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Real boobs?"
"Yes."
"No way the eye color is natural." Roxi said.
"It is." I replied.
"Wow, girl, guys must be all over you."
"No, not really." I responded.
"Well, their loss." She replied before turning me so I faced the mirror.
"Oh, wow." I said.
She put eyeliner on me and some light pink lipstick.
"I think the less makeup would be better." She said.
"Thanks." I said, standing up.
"No problem, sweetheart." Roxi replied.
Then a whole bunch of girls walked in. They were all laughing and went over to the clothes rack and grabbed some stuff of of it before they started changing right there. About two hours later I saw Sam and Dean talking and I walked over to them.
"Hey." I said as I stopped in front of them.
"Ally?" Sam asked.
"Who else would it be?" I questioned.
"Looking good there, Ally." Dean said, looking at my outfit.
"Shut up, do you know how many times my butt was slapped? Five times so far." I replied.
"Well, the owner guy doesn't seem to know any of the strippers names. What'd you find out?" Dean asked me.
"No Jasmine, Aurora, or Ariel." I answered.
"I just talked with Bobby, and we officially have a theory." Sam said.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"Sirens." Sam answered.
"Like Greek-myth siren?" I questioned.
"But the Siren's not actually a myth. It's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, entice them with their siren song." Sam replied.
"Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle'? No, no. Warrants 'Cherry Pie'?" Dean joked.
"Their song is more of a metaphor. Like their call, their allure, you know?" Sam replied.
"So they shake their thing and guys zombie out?" Dean asked.
"Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands and sailors would chase them, completely ignoring the rocky shores, and dash themselves to pieces." Sam answered.
"Sounds like Adam and his buddies." Dean said.
"Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 and looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?" Sam replied.
"So, whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, you see, Sirens can read minds. They see what you want most, then they kind of, like, cloak themselves, you know, like an illusion." Sam answered.
"So it could all be the same chick, morphing into dream girls." I said.
"Probably." Sam replied. "Sirens are usually pretty solitary."
"How do we kill it?" Dean asked.
"Bobby's working on it. But even if we figure that out..." Sam started.
"How the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody." Dean finished.
The next night I saw Dean at the club with a different Fed, and I had to serve them. Dean told me about the brass knife dipped in the blood that the Siren had intoxicated. And we still had no idea who the Siren was. About 30 minutes later, Dean came up to me.
I know who teh Siren is." He said to me at the bar.
"Who?" I asked.
"Cara, she's the lady that did the blood tests with the men." Dean answered.
"How do you know it's her?" I questioned.
"At every crime scene petals from a Hyacinths flower. The flower is from the Mediterranean island where the whole Siren myth started in the first place. Cara had the same flower in her office." Dean replied.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"With Cara, getting the blood we need." Dean answered.
"Then go get him, Dean." I said before pushing him in the direction of the door.
A few hours later I met up with Bobby outside of the motel. We were walking toward our room when we heard fighting. We ran down the hall and saw the FBI guy, and Dean with an axe, about to decapitate Sam. Before Dean could cut Sam, I stopped him and stabbed Dean in the shoulder with the brass knife and the Siren was running down the hall.
"No!" Sam exclaimed before I threw the knife at the Siren and got him in the back.
The next morning we parked at a clearing near a harbor and Bobby brought over drinks.
"Soda?" Dean questioned.
"You three are driving, ain't ya?" Bobby questioned.
"Thanks, Ally, Bobby, if you two hadn't showed up when you did-" Sam started.
"Done the same for me, more than once." Bobby interrupted. "Of course you could've picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Monroe wasn't real. You boys gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, fine." Sam replied.
"I'm good." Dean answered.
"See ya." Bobby said before walking to his car. "You know, those Sirens are nasty things. That it got to you- that's no reason to feel bad." He said before getting in and driving off.
"Dean, you know I didn't mean the things I said beck there, right? That it was just the Siren spell talking?" Sam asked Dean.
"Of course. Me too." Dean replied.
"Okay. So we're good?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah. We're good." Dean answered before walking around to the driver seat and we all got into the car.