Ah, here we are at last - at the beginning of the end. Finally, things are in motion!

Special thanks to Frankannestein, Kagz419 and EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester for your constant support. I would've given up with this fic a long time ago if it wasn't for you guys. So thank you, you wonderful people!

Jackie danced like there was no tomorrow.

She danced until she was sweating through her dress until her hair was wet and glued to her neck and shoulders until she had blisters on her heels and toes and she had to ask Joe to heal them. And after that, she drank champagne that tasted like high skies and dreams and freedom, and then she danced more and more and more, until her head was spinning and she was one with the music, one with the sick beat that felt like it was born in her core, her hands were reaching to the roof, to the disco ball that made all light scatter in tiny rays that fell on her sweaty skin like glittery rain. And still, she danced - not caring who watched her, who joined her, people who surrounded her in the moving mob, hot bodies gluing to each other and moving as one-

"Time to go." a voice cut through her euphoria, and she opened her eyes.

There was Sam in front of her, his hand on her shoulder, another hand holding the suit jacket that he had removed.

"Not yet!" Jackie exclaimed, and her hands found his neck, her hips were still moving to the beat, her body pressed against his. "I'm having so much fun! Come, dance with me!"

"I don't dance," Sam muttered but pulled her closer nevertheless, and his scent of old books and leather was all over her, and she wanted him.

"Did you watch me?" she purred to his ear, feeling his lean body against her own. "Did you like it?"

"I bet every guy in this place watched you."

She giggled, feeling the champagne bubbles in her blood and Sam's desperate need for her with every cell of her body.

"And did that turn you on, hon?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Jackie laughed, and let him pull her near, tight against his body so that she could feel the hardness in his pants. She kissed him, and he tasted like beer and need and Jackie forgot where they were, she forgot the dancing mob around her, the glittering disco ball, she forgot about her feet that were bleeding again, and all that existed was the way the world was spinning and Sam's hand on her waist, Sam's lips on hers and she was so happy that it threatened to crush her heart.

"I'm taking you home now," Sam said throatily when he finally broke the kiss.

"Please! Not yet-"

"I've never wanted you more than I want you now." Sam moaned into her hair, pulling her into an embrace. "Please, let's just go home."

"Or-" Jackie said with a wicked grin. "We could go to the bathroom and fuck there."

Sam made a desperate groan but shook his head.

"Come on, it's my party, isn't it? And I've partied enough. I want to go home with you."

The sincerity of his tone cut through Jackie's drunken thoughts, and she finally met his eyes. His pupils were dilated in the darkness, the moving lights and shadows played on his high cheekbones. Jackie let her fingers move to his cheek, to his lips, and he shivered under her touch.

"Okay, hon," she said. "Let's go."

She popped into the bathroom on her way out. Damn, the world was spinning! Her feet felt wobbly and she had to lean on the sink when washing her hands.

How much Champagne did I drink?

It was a lot - that she knew. And maybe some tequila too? She had a vague memory of ordering shots to their table at some point and having way too much fun drinking them while listening to Joe and Dean's conversation that seemed to be a constant battle between death threats and shameless flirting.

Maybe I should check that Joe is okay? Maybe it isn't such a good idea to leave her there with Dean.

With that thought in her mind, she finished washing her hands and did her best to stand up straight as she checked her face in the mirror.

Smudged makeup, a cloud of unruly moist curls around her face, her cheeks red - all smutty and slutty. Just the look that suited her.

"Is Sam Winchester your boyfriend?" someone asked, making Jackie start. She turned around to notice a girl standing in the doorway.

"Sorry?"

The dark-skinned girl with short, strikingly pink hair walked closer and let the door close behind her. She was wearing black leather and high heels and she looked nothing like the girls of Sam's high school.

"The boy you were snogging right there?" the girl asked. "It's Sam Winchester, right?"

"Yeah," Jackie replied. "You know him?"

"I've heard of him." the girl shrugged, and then flashed a wide grin. "He's very cute."

Jackie couldn't help but answer that grin, and her cheeks blushed as she remembered the way Sam had been kissing her just minutes before. The way he had pulled her near still left her breathless and she didn't know if the frantic beat of her heart was because of the dancing, or because of the kiss.

"Thanks," she managed. "He is devilishly handsome."

"I agree." the girl replied and pulled a small flask out of her pocket, took a sip, and offered it to Jackie. "Whiskey?"

"Always," Jackie replied and took a generous gulp. The liquid burned all the way down and made her knees even wobblier. Damn! Sam would have to carry her to the bed tonight!

"That's some good stuff," Jackie noted.

"Isn't it? I save it for special occasions."

The girl took the flask back, stuffed it into her pocket, and leaned on the sink. The nails of her slender fingers were long, sharp, and blood red. Something in that sight bothered Jackie. She felt like there was something important that she was missing, some thought that tried to dig its way through the drunken mess of her mind, but it was slippery and she couldn't catch it.

"I get why you like him. It's the fact that he's tall, right?" the girl said. "That's why you can't keep your hands off him, even if it is disgusting."

Jackie blinked a couple of times, trying to stop the world from spinning so damn much. The strange girl wasn't smiling anymore. She was staring right at Jackie with her golden eyes, and Jackie felt like she was slipping.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean. Disgusting. That someone as old as you would hook up with a high school kid. I mean, how much older are you? 350 years? 400?"

A cold fear settled itself in Jackie's ribcage. She grabbed the edge of the sink to stay on her feet.

"Do I know you?"

"No." the girl stated coldly. "But I know you. We have a common friend."

And then she knew.

It was 1879 again, and she was standing at a narrow alley, somewhere in New Orleans. The night was black and hot as only it can be in the south, and her corset was too tight and he was standing there in front of her, looking at her with a smile in his pitch-black eyes, and there was blood all over his white shirt.

"You look like you know how to have fun. Want to join me?"

Suddenly Jackie felt nauseous. This girl was a vampire, and she should've known that - she would've known that if only she hadn't been so drunk.

"Raphael." she breathed.

"Good girl." the vampire smirked. "Not as stupid as you look."

Anger flashed through the cold fear in Jackie's chest, and she tilted her chin up, meeting the other girl's golden stare with narrowed eyes.

"I swear - if you so much as take a hair off Sam's head, I'll make sure you die a thousand deaths-"

"Come now. Don't shoot the messenger." the girl laughed.

"The messenger? Oh, I am tempted to send Raphael a message that includes your severed head."

"Says the girl who is so drunk she can barely stand?" the girl smirked. "But don't worry, I won't kill you even if you annoy the fuck out of me. Raphael sends a message, and he wants you to live to understand it. He wants you to know that the time for warnings is over. You will bring him the diamond, and you will bring it to him by tomorrow evening, or Sam Winchester dies."

"You bitch-" Jackie managed, but the world was turning upside down, and she felt her knees giving in. The floor was cold and she hit it hard, though she hardly felt the impact.

I'm not this drunk. I'm not! Some Champagne and Tequila, no way-

And then she realized. The flask, the whiskey. She had no idea what had been in that bottle.

Tears burned in her throat.

Sam! I'm not gonna let Raphael take Sam! I'm not! No fucking way-

The girl crouched down and grabbed Jackie's face with her sharp nails, drawing blood.

"Stupid slut." she smirked. "I don't know what Raphael ever saw in you."

Jackie tried to answer, but the words were formless and they escaped her, her lips were numb. The darkness that had been lurking at the edge of her vision, took over. She didn't even feel the fierce kick the girl aimed at her head.

Yay, action! Let me know if you liked it! And what do you think is going to happen next?

Also - Frankannestein, I promise I didn't steal this 'fight in a nightclub's bathroom' -scene from your fic, lol! I had this planned for a long time before I ever read your amazing "Among Us" (and everyone else, if you haven't read it - go and do so, it is GOOD!).