Chrysalis

By 7sTar

Category: General/Humor

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam, Dean and John, I just write this just for fun. Please don't sue me.

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"Hey, guys, what did you find?" Dean smirked at them. He was sitting by a table near the performing stage with a girl in golden dancing dresses, who was smiling at Sam and Swee to greet them.

"I find a job here," Swee rolled her eyes, looked at the girl for several seconds then offered her hand to the girl, "I'm Sweetie, Mr. Davis told me to look for some Nina who I think you know."

"You found her," the ginger-haired chick shook Swee's hand, "Work now?"

"What?" Dean burst into laugh and looked at Swee up and down, "I don't know you can striper dance."

"Shut up or I'll kick your ass," Swee warned him taking her jacket off to Sam and followed Nina to the backstage.

"This is how she's hunting?" Dean still laughed, cocky mock in his voice.

"We always need a way to start, right?" Sam walked over, sat down on the opposite seat of his bro.

"Ok, let's pray she won't be fired before we get something." Dean grinned then turned his head aside to the stage.

The colorful lights went on with the music of "Stop, Stop, Stop" (by Via Gra, a Russian girl band) .Nina went back sitting beside Dean, whispered to them, "Here she comes."

Looking at the dressed up her in the mirror, Swee said to herself, "Easy, girl, you're a good dancer, just don't care the eyes on you!" She stepped out of the curtain, walked over to the center of the stage and swung her curvaceous body rhythmical along the music. There's applause and cheering the audience.

"She's pretty good," Nina said to the brothers, "But she told me it's her first time."

"She prefers personal performance," Dean smirked, felt Sam trampled on his foot.

"Oh?" Nina gave him a surprised look.

"I'm kidding," Dean kneed Sam back under the table, grinned to Nina, "Who you think the best, Shakira, Beyonce or she?"

"You're so salt," Nina arched her eyebrows when a tall man walked over to her, "Nina, we need to talk."

"Eric?" Nina shouted with shocked face, "We have nothing to talk."

"I just wanna ask you something about Jolie." Eric lowered his voice but Dean and Sam heard it. They exchanged their eyes.

"Ok," Nina stood up nodding to the brothers, "Sorry, I'll be back soon."

"Seems we have a clue?" Dean eyed Sam at the back of Nina and Eric.

"But how can we get something from Nina and Eric about Jolie?"

"Of course nothing to do with dance," Dean cast a glare at Swee who's about to curtain call.

Swee pried into that Eric was Jolie's boyfriend. The next day, Sam and Swee went to pay Eric a visit leaving Nina for Dean to deal with.

"Who are you?" Eric pointed to Sam, "I saw you with Nina in the club."

"I'm Sam and this is Sweetie," Sam introduced.

"What are you doing here?" asked Eric still puzzled.

"To help you," Sam said, "I'm sorry about Jolie's death."

"I've seen her just before she died," Swee added, "I'm really sorry."

"You're her friend?" Eric looked at Swee, "I saw you danced there."

"Yeah," Swee nodded, "Can we come in?"

"Ok, come on in," the guy pulled the door open, "sorry, I can't remember if she

mentioned your name before."

"In fact, we hot to know three days ago." Swee said following Sam into the house.

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"I heard that someone died here," Dean asked Nina, They were sitting in a corner drinking.

"Bad news runs fast, huh?" Nina grinned, "Jolie killed herself in the lady's room. Damn, no one dares to get there now."

"Awful," Dean pretended a fearful glare.

"Change the topic," Nina stared at Dean, "Where's your cute brother? Sweetie doesn't show up yet, hope she appears in the next hour."

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"So please tell me about Jolie," Eric asked for Swee, "I was on a business trip in Chicago. I can't believe she killed herself."

"She looked frightened and strange," Swee shrugged, "Nothing more, we knew not much longer."

"Thank you any more. I still can't believe it. She told me in the e-mail she'll hold a party to welcome me back. Just the day before she died."

"Did she say anything strange in her e-mails?" asked Sam.

"No, she's always a happy girl," Eric sighed, "God. Who can believe a angel like her would kill herself?"

"You know other friends of her?" Sam asked while Swee looked around the house.

"What do you want? Agents?" Eric queried with a frowned brows.

"No. We just feel it's strange of her death, and wanna help you."

"Well, whoever you are, I can see the sincerity in your eyes." Eric said with a frown, "But what can you do? The police have vindicated her suicide. Thank you, any way."

"Still nothing, huh?" Sam winked at Swee when they left Eric's house.

"Not yet," Swee took a notebook from her back, "Look!"

"What's that?"

"A diary, I think it's Jolie's."

"How you find it?" Sam asked curiously.

"Search their bedroom when I use his toilet."

"Even did I notice you."

"Oh, you're busy showing your sincerity to Eric."

They met Dean in the club. Nina dragged Swee away when she saw them come in, "God, you're late! It's your turn."

"Find something?" Dean asked Sam when the two hot chicks went away.

"Yep," Sam shook the diary to him, "and you?"

"Nothing except that Eric was Nina's ex-boyfriend."

"Even is she has the motivation kill Jolie, it's not our business." Sam grinned.

"Right. They broke up 3 years ago; I don't think she waited so long to kill her adversary."

"Well, let's take a look at the diary, hope we'll find something." Sam opened the diary.

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"Do you think it's strange that Jolie mentioned worm in her diary?" Swee asked the brothers after she read the last several pages of the diary.

"Yeah, but what was it?" Sam said, "Not like the bugs ofthe Oasis Plainsin Oklahoma."

"And maybe she's phrenetic." Dean added.

"Hey, it went wrong suddenly," Swee shouted at Dean, "It's damn normal in her diary before the worm."

"People always go crazy suddenly, huh?" Dean rolled his eyes, "as our little witch went to stripe dance."

"Shut up!" Swee smacked him on the chest, "It's not striper."

"Hey, you guys stop," Sam yelled at them, "I'll check it out on the net."

"Ok, I'll check out daddy's diary, see if he mentioned this in it."

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"You're sure we're leaving?" Swee asked Dean when he's driving his car to the freeway.

"Sure," Dean nodded, "We find nothing of our business about it."

"But I feel..."

"Forget it," Dean broke her in, "Your sense may make mistake too."

"Ok. Swee, maybe you're over sensitive of bugs." Sam smirked at her.

"Shh," Swee sighed.

The next two days they continued their trip along the freeway with no specific destination. Swee still took an eye on the death news of Seattle and browsed the net looking for bizarre events of bugs. Then she saw this news "Outstanding Stanford-Presentee Suicide Uncanny". "Look, Sam!"

Dean gave her a dirty look, "Guess you're spoffish."

"Hey, be well-disposed," Swee glared him back, "Another suicide in Seattle."

"There's many, everyday in the world," Dean said impassively.

"Jennifer Miller, 17 years old, outstanding, a presentee to Stanford." Sam read out, "My to-be alumna?"

"Not strange," Dean looked at his bro, "Good students have more pressure in their minds."

"Don't look at me that way," Sam scowled, "They don't feel tress if they live in a happy family."

"Well," Dean rolled his eyes, avoiding Sam's eyes, "Whatever."

"Stop your puppy war," Swee yelled at them, "We'd better go back to Seattle."

"You're kidding?" Dean yelled back, "Is there anything about bugs mentioned in it? You think there's some relationship between Jolie's death and this?"

"Enough!" Sam pushed Dean down on the chair, "It said Jennifer's parents loved her very much, and I know high school girls like her never suicide."

"Come on, you don't know people' life behind them."

"This is what I thought," Swee walked over, inserted herself between the brothers, "Dean, if it fails again, I'll offer you a private dance."

"Not bad, Huh?" Dean curved his lips, "But can you assure Sam won't kill me?"