A/N: SORRY IT'S BEEN A WHILE! Work/school has been hectic! ENJOY!
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Chapter Eleven – The Blossom
The music grew more tranquilizing within the minutes. Sam found a bar in one of the corners. It wasn't occupied by many girls, mostly men. He sat in between a large man and his other side was taken up by a seventy-year-old male who smoked a cigar.
The woman behind the corner had short, choppy-cut auburn hair. She had a pointed chin and an oval shaped head; her eyes were blue-gray and she had a decent smile. She wore a red bikini outfit and fake devil horns. The female handed one of the men at the counter a martini. Her eyes fell upon Sam.
"What can I get ya cutie?" the woman asked.
Sam cocked his head debonairly and he gave the woman a soft smile. "Just water."
She nodded approvingly to his choice and the woman worked behind the counter once again. Her hand held a small glass of water and she handed it to Sam gently.
"You're a first timer…" the woman noted.
Sam took a sip of the water and asked, "My drink give it away?"
"Sorta," the woman replied. "plus you look it."
He nodded slowly. Sam leaned over the table and whispered, "I'm looking for a girl. A special girl."
"Oh, ah, I see…" the woman whispered seductively back.
"I would really like to meet with one of the girls…one with the infamous reputation…men go after her all the time…"
The woman nodded as she thought. "We have a lot of girls here like that…there's Macey…Mitsy…Clara…Wendy…Ivory…Joey…Danielle…" She cocked her head and smiled. "Take your pick."
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Dean sat on one of the red couches as women danced around poles. There were different varieties of costumes: devils, angels, police officers, and of course, nurses.
It was almost difficult to watch. Dean had been in bars and strip clubs before. It was one of the rare times he could see girls as young as sixteen dancing. The girls provocatively danced and stared at Dean. He was the youngest male watching. He understood the women would rather be paid off to him than the eighty-year-old in the corner who was licking his lips.
A woman dressed in a French maid's outfit came by to hand Dean his dry martini. Dean gave the woman a grin while she gave him a small smile. The woman left his side and Dean was left to watch.
Another woman came to Dean's side. She wore an Oriental-type corset and a black bikini. Her hair was long and dark and she had a beautiful complexion.
She immediately sat down on Dean's lap. Her legs strattled his and Dean could smell the alcohol delicately on her lips.
"You wanted to see me…" the woman whispered in his ear.
Dean gave the woman a grin. "Not like that. I have ten grand for information…"
Her eyes widened. There were cartoon dollar bill signs in her eyes.
"What do you want to know?" the young woman asked.
Dean leaned in closer to talk with the female. "I'd like to meet with one of the girls here. Very popular. Very beautiful. Has her own special way with the men."
"We have a lot of girls like that…" she whispered back.
He could feel the woman press herself against his chest. Dean tilted his head back as the woman leaned down to kiss him.
"Information, that's it sweetheart," Dean said firmly.
The woman pouted her lips and leaned back in Dean's lap.
"This one sticks out above the rest…" Dean finished.
The woman thought for a moment and she sighed. "A lot of girls…Danielle…Clara…Jezebel…Erikka…Latasha…Macey…"
"Can you narrow it down to one?" Dean asked. "This one may be picky about her customers."
Her eyes blinked plainly. The woman let out a quiet breath and rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's Jezebel."
"Jezebel."
"Yeah," she bit her lip. "She's been around for four or five months. At first the men would treat her like any of the girls…but the regulars…when they came back their fifth or sixth times…they were all just drawn to her…she's pretty popular, I guess…once you get to know her…she's really intense. I find her odd."
"Odd?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know," the female said. "Just a different vibe about her. She's not here yet. But when she does, do you want me to find her for you?"
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the fake ten grand. He handed it to her and nodded his head. The woman took the money quickly and smoothly removed herself from his lap.
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Sam removed himself from the bar and found a seat close to the stage. Girls were dancing seductively in front of the row of men. It was disgusting to see older men lust after these young women.
A waitress, in a police officer outfit, came beside Sam and whispered in his ear, "If you need help choosing…"
"I can take it from here, thanks," Sam said nicely.
The police officer shrugged and went her separate way.
He sighed and Sam tried to avoid meeting direct contact with the dancers. He could already feel the young girls wanting him to be the one to pay for their evening services. These girls didn't want to go with the fifty-year-old to his right.
He felt bad for them. Sam wondered what could have happened in their lives to lead them here. He paused. He wondered the same thing about himself.
Visions and vibes came to him more easily recently. The uncomfortable visions had ceased. And he hadn't seen Jessica since Christmas Eve.
Soft, almond-brown eyes looked up briefly to catch a glance of a beautiful woman on stage. She wore a red devil's outfit. Her dark hair covered half of her face – she had an angelic innocence to her. The young girl had to be seventeen. She gave Sam a shy smile. Sam couldn't help but give a grin back.
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John and the owner, Hogs, sat quietly at the bar, each taking a sip of their drinks.
"I can arrange something special for you, Mr. Green," Hogs whispered over their drinks. "This girl has a high price. And she's picky, don't forget that."
John nodded slowly. "I understand Jezebel's the best. I want the best."
Hogs smiled showing off his yellow-stained teeth.
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Sam received the same information repeatedly. He got different names of different girls. He walked along the club catching the eyes of beautiful girls. They would accost him regularly.
He walked along the maroon walls and found a place where the music was low. Taking his cell phone out, Sam pressed Speed Dial and waited for Dean to answer.
It was three rings in when his brother answered: "Yeah?"
"Where are you?" Sam asked, scanning the club.
"I'm moving along the second floor now…I see you…" Dean replied.
Sam looked up to see Dean waving at him from the top floor.
"Find anything useful yet?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean explained, "ask for a girl named Jezebel. She's the interesting one around here. She's apparently not here yet. We got time."
Sam nodded to himself. "'Kay, I'll keep a look-out." He hung up. Sam watched as Dean did the same from stop and disappeared into a group of businessmen and women.
I need a drink…Sam sighed.
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Sam came to the bar and found the regular girl who had given him his water was now gone. Some men already had their drinks and were engaged in conversation with the women around them.
A young woman rose from behind the corner. Sam only saw her from behind. She seemed to be cleaning glasses with a wet towel and arranging them on the wooden shelves before her. Sam noted her curly brownish-red hair and her outfit: a silky white mini skirt and a white bustier.
"Miss?" Sam asked nicely.
The woman turned around at the sound of his voice.
Sam's mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide.
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Dean found John sitting alone at the bar. He came to his father and saw beside him.
"Jezebel," Dean plainly said.
John nodded. "I got the same name. She's not here yet."
"Well, we might as well enjoy our time," Dean waved his hand at the female bartender.
John drank from a clear red glass. He sighed and looked around a bit.
"So," John asked as he turned back to his son. "Feels good to be out on a hunt with your old man, huh?"
He gave a half-smile and Dean nodded as he accepted his drink from over the counter. He took a sip from a similar blue-clear glass.
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His eyes asked: "What the hell are you doing here!" Sam was careful not to blurt out her name. It was odd to see her like this. Yes, he had seen her in a bathing suit before – a blue bikini. But this was quite different. The outfit seemed familiar to him.
Her skin was gently tanned and her stomach was so slender and toned. Her breasts seemed squeezed in the bustier – it made them perk out more.
Sam didn't realize his mouth was still opened or that his eyes were still glued to her.
Amy froze as she gazed back into Sam's face. She looked around carefully and then turned back to Sam.
She tilted her head to the side, signaling him to follow her out of the bar.
Sam removed himself from his seat and followed Amy.
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Amy and Sam were quietly walking along the wall as they came to an area hidden away by showers.
Sam gaped at the sight of Amy – his eyes couldn't help but gaze over her long legs and stomach. He shook his head and Sam placed his hands firmly on Amy's shoulders.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam whispered.
Amy looked around safely and whispered, "I'm undercover."
"What?" Sam blurted out. "Amy, you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous."
"For you," Amy corrected. "I'm only here for the waitress job. Not the entertainment part. If they like the attention I get from the men – they'll hire me for another night."
"Amy-"
"Of course I'm not really working here," Amy finished annoyingly. "Look, you, Dean, and your father are the ones in danger – plus that man that woman is supposed to tempt later on tonight. We have to save that thirty-year-old and his wife, remember?"
"Amy…" Sam whispered. He still couldn't process that she was even there. And dressed like that. "I know you want to help. But…"
"Sam," Amy whispered firmly. "I'm here…you can't do anything about that…"
A trio of strippers was laughing as they came their way. Amy's eyes grew wide and she pulled Sam closer to her. Her hands were firmly gripped to his jacket. Sam almost pinned Amy to the wall as the three dancers laughed and continued their way by them.
Amy and Sam stared after them and Sam looked down at Amy.
"This is odd."
"Yeah, I know."
They moved apart and Amy hugged herself, using her arms to try and cover her stomach.
"Look…don't tell Dean I'm here yet…he'll flip," Amy whispered. "I'm making my way around. I'm gonna try and get a name out of these girls-"
"Jezebel."
"Jeze-who?"
Sam sighed and said, "Jezebel. Dean got the name. She's the most unique girl. We're keeping an eye out for her. She's not here yet."
"Oh," Amy said softly. "Well, I would have gotten the name eventually. Look…don't worry…but if you see that man that Jezebel is supposed to tempt, find some way of getting him out of here."
"I still think you should leave," Sam warned gently.
Amy smiled and cocked her head. "It's okay, kiddo. Just keep an eye out for Dean and John. And me too."
Sam nodded and looked down at Amy's outfit once more.
"Looks familiar," Sam noted and laughed.
Amy smiled, embarrassed, and admitted, "Halloween outfit from when I was sixteen."
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Dean came down the steps once more. He avoided a woman who walked opposite of him and tried to slide her hand into his pocket. He forced a fake smile and continued his way to the bottom floor.
He stuck his hands coolly into his pockets and stared around.
A woman dressed in a leopard outfit carrying a tray of drinks walked by.
"Oh," Dean paused in front of her. "I'm looking for Jezebel."
"Not here yet," the woman purred and walked away.
Dean rolled his eyes oddly and continued his path to the front stage.
Back at the bar, sitting by himself, was Tobias, dressed in black.
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Sam shook his head and laughed to himself when he bumped into Dean. The two brothers met and looked up at each other.
Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Ya know, I'm pissed off at Amy…and I can't even have a good time here."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "Just wait."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
He turned from where he noticed Sam had been walking from. His eyes glanced at a woman, in white, talking to an older gentleman. She held a tray of several drinks.
Dean squinted his eyes at her.
Sam took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't freak."
Dean's eyes grew wide.
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Dean was walking faster than usual. His pace quickened with every grin the man was shooting at the waitress.
It wasn't long before the waitress realized Dean was targeting her.
Amy's eyes grew wide and she gently placed the tray on a nearby table.
Dean looked at her with an infuriated look and turned to the older man. "Beat it, Pops."
"Hey-" the man started.
Dean tilted his head in that usual, angry way. Amy stepped in between them and the two watched as the older businessman threw his hand in the air and left.
"AMY-" Dean spat out.
"Not here," Amy whispered. She grabbed Dean's wrist and she led him toward the stairs.
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Amy and Dean came to the top floor. The second floor had less people than the bottom. The two quickly walked toward one of the darkened corners with chairs.
Amy turned to meet the same angry gaze in Dean's eyes.
"What are you-" Dean blurted out.
"I'm undercover!" Amy defended quietly.
Dean looked at her, up and down, and shook his head. "Not under much cover!"
"This," Amy motioned to her revealing outfit, "was the only way I can get in. Look, you're turning red-"
"I'm not turning red," Dean growled. He began to remove his jacket and he threw it over Amy's shoulders. She pushed the jacket away and it fell onto a nearby couch.
"No," Amy protested.
"Amy," Dean hissed, "you're getting out of here – are you insane?"
"I'm here to help – you three are in danger," Amy whispered angrily.
Dean rolled his eyes and kept his fists close to his side. "You're getting out of here, understand?"
Amy crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm here to help. There is no way in hell you can get rid of me."
His face crumbled up. He wasn't sure whether to turn angry or annoyed. The two expressions seemed to collide together. Dean's eyebrows were angled in an angry way and his cheeks did seem to grow redder. His teeth gritted together and his lips were pursed out.
Hogs, by the bar, turned and noticed the two together. Amy caught this quickly and suddenly pushed Dean down on one of the couches.
Dean was so surprised by Amy's action he was unsure of what to think. Quickly, Amy was sitting in Dean's lap were her knees bent by his waist. She placed her hands around his neck and smiled widely.
"What the hell is wrong with you woman?" Dean blurted out.
Amy, still smiling, muttered, "The owner is looking. 'Kay?"
Dean continued to stare at her angrily. He placed his hands on Amy's waist, understanding their role now. Amy continued to smile and it seemed Hogs didn't have an interest anymore in the couple.
Amy sighed and stared down at Dean. "Look, I know you're angry…but chill out, alright? I can handle myself."
"Really now," Dean mocked. "Why is it either Sam, me, or the both of us are always saving you?"
"This time is different," Amy whispered back. "Besides, you just won't admit you were completely jealous by that man talking to me."
Dean's eyes grew wide. "Are you kidding me?" He let out a sarcastic chuckle. "I wanted you and your new boyfriend to get along just fine. I was just checking to see if he was going to pay a fair amount for you."
"Ah, so you weren't jealous?" Amy mocked.
"Nnnnope." Dean grinned.
Amy shrugged and said, "I already knew that – after all, we're not that serious – so I might as well go find my new friend and take him up on that little offer-"
She tried to remove herself from her place in his lap. Amy couldn't budge as Dean quickly grabbed her arms.
Dean sighed angrily and rolled his eyes at her. "You're impossible."
"And you're a child," Amy fought back.
"Look at you!" Dean whispered angrily. "You're wearing…are you wearing your old angel outfit?"
Amy rolled her eyes and nodded.
Dean shook his head and sighed calmly. He took several deep breaths and looked up at Amy.
Both seemed to be calm now. Amy took in a deep breath while Dean was trying to get his red face back to its normal color.
Dean removed his hands from her arms and slowly reached for her hands. He held them gently in his grasp and sighed. He looked at her and said softly, "I'm sorry…I…I don't want us to be not-serious…"
She sighed and Amy stared down at their holding hands.
He gave her a soft smile and gazed up at her apologetically.
Amy shook her head and let out a quiet laugh.
Dean laughed too. Amy leaned down and placed a firm kiss on his lips. He accepted and placed his hands gently around her bare waist.
They pulled away and Amy touched Dean's face gently.
Dean sighed and said, "We're looking for Jezebel."
"I know, Sam filled me in," Amy explained. She looked around and said, "I better go. Otherwise this may look suspicious. Don't worry about me Winchester."
"I'm not worried about you Cromwell," Dean sighed. "I'm worried about them." His eyes looked at a group of laughing men.
Amy nodded and she touched Dean's face again.
He smiled at her and then stared down at her outfit once more.
"You look good. Been working out?" he grinned.
Amy cocked her head to the side and shrugged. She leaned down once more and kissed him. Dean held her closer to him and he wouldn't let her stop kissing him. The two embraced one another as Amy's arms wrapped around Dean's neck. They pulled apart – not wanting to – and it was hard for Dean to let Amy go.
She got up slowly from the couch and walked away. Dean stared after her as she made her way down the stairs.
Dean shook his head and turned to his side. He noticed another gentleman, standing by the stairs, who watched as Amy passed him.
The gentleman turned his head and met Dean's gaze.
"Were you just looking at the girl?" Dean threatened.
The gentleman's eyes grew wide in fear and he quickly left the stairs.
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Dean found Sam sitting by the front of the stage. He saw beside his brother and Sam explained, "They're about to introduce the girls again."
He nodded and Dean and Sam both waited patiently.
The black-white-flashing lights ceased. The light grew dim within the club and some of the men whistled or hollered.
The new set of women stepped onto stage in the shadows. One by one they walked, their heels clomping against the stage, as they stood at their appropriate positions.
The light grew brighter suddenly and the girls were revealed.
The long row involved beautiful women dressed in various types of outfits. Some in bikini outfits and others as school girls.
Dean investigated each one individually while Sam's eyes were already focused on one of the girls.
Her long, curly brown hair was brushed to the side. Her green eyes were tranquil as she stared at the wide audience. She wore a tiny black skirt and an Oriental black corset. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips as the light grew brighter around her.
"Her…" Sam whispered.
Dean followed his brother's eyes. He stared at the woman in black and muttered, "Jezebel."
The music began as the women began their dancing. Some of the younger women immediately began to remove their clothing as Jezebel, in the center, walked closer toward the edge of the stage. She stared around as the men began to huddle closer toward her.
The men began to shout different prices into the air: "Ten grand!" and "Twenty grand!" and even "Fifty grand!"
None of these words seemed to amuse her. Jezebel kept her eyes on the crowd as she gazed for her prey.
Sam rose from his seat slowly. His movement caught Jezebel's eye as she turned to the side of the room. She saw Sam. Her green eyes pierced into his.
Dean watched as the connection was made. Jezebel gave a small smile to Sam and then turned her head back to the crowd.
Sam sat back down in his seat.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked.
Dean sighed and said, "Wait for this to be over. Then ask for her."
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Amy was by the bar as she watched the women dancing. She could see Dean and Sam close to the front.
She sighed quietly and turned back to cleaning the glasses. All the bars had been emptied. The club was now filled with men on the bottom floor – catching the glances of the beautiful girls and hoping to take a companion home with them.
Amy turned and noticed one man was still at the counter. He had an empty glass.
She walked toward him and paused before him. He had a gentle face. Soft brown eyes and gentle lips. His black hair was combed nicely back.
"Can I get anything for you?" Amy asked nicely.
The man remained quiet.
Another man was quickly at the bar. He was an older man, in his forties, and obviously drunk. He came to the counter laughing and blinking several times. He didn't even care that he had bumped into the other man sitting there.
She stared at the rude man as he asked, "One Jack, missy."
Amy shook her head as she placed her hand on the table. She tried to walk away to get the man his drink when she felt a strong hand around her wrist.
She turned around quickly and saw the drunken man had a firm grip of her. His eyes were staring at her hungrily.
"With a side of pussy…" he hissed as he gazed at her breasts.
Amy's eyes grew wide but suddenly the man who had been sitting at the bar was now up on his feet. He grabbed the drunk by the collar of his jacket and threw him down on the floor.
The drunk stared wide-eyed at the man and then crawled across the floor to go back toward the stage.
No one had noticed what had taken place there. Amy was shaking slightly. She held her wrist protectively over her stomach as she rubbed it sorely.
The man turned around and met Amy's gaze.
"Thanks," Amy whispered hoarsely.
The man nodded slowly as he sat back down at the bar.
Amy, taking a deep breath and fighting back tears, muttered, "Can I umm, get you a drink?"
He looked up at her gently and nodded. "Water."
"Water," Amy nodded. "'Kay…"
She worked behind the counter for a minute as she prepared a fresh glass of water.
Amy carefully placed the glass on the counter and the man accepted it.
"Are you okay, miss?" the man asked gently.
She took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. "I'm fine."
"They're animals, the lot of them," the man muttered underneath his breath.
"You don't seem like the type to be around here…" Amy noted.
The man gave her a smile. It was a nice smile. An innocent one. He shook his head and explained, "I'm here to watch over my sister. She's a dancer here, unfortunately."
"Oh," Amy breathed. "That's nice of you."
"What about you?" the man asked. "You don't seem like the type to work here."
Amy shrugged and admitted, "I guess I'm here to keep an eye out for someone I care about too."
The man nodded and grinned. His angelic face couldn't tear itself away from Amy. It didn't make Amy uncomfortable. It was odd that he was looking at her like that.
"What's your name?" the man asked softly.
Amy grinned and said, "I can't give you my name."
"Well," the man smiled back, "I'll have to call you Bellezza."
"Bellezza?" Amy questioned.
"It means 'Beauty' in Italian," the man explained. He smiled at her once more and whispered, "I'm Tobias."
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A/N: MORE COMING SOON – I PROMISE – I NEED TO CATCH UP ON WRITING DESPERATELY! Reviews/Feedback appreciated!
