Chapter Twelve – The Brother & Sister

Amy spotted John now sitting with his sons by the stage. Well, that's an interesting father-son activity, she thought mockingly. The nice man named Tobias had left her a couple of minutes ago to lurk around the stage. It was an odd feeling for her. She accepted the truth that the kind young man was there to keep an eye out for his sister. He hadn't lied to her. But there was still that feeling. He had looked at her in such a peculiar way it made Amy unsure of whether or not she was looking at a real person. He had a sweet smile, too. His innocence was obvious but what was beneath the surface was a mystery. The odd feeling grew within the twenty-six-year-old. She hadn't been able to read Tobias' emotions or feelings. Maybe her psychic perception had dimmed for the night. Or maybe it just wasn't working at the appropriate time. Still, the knowledge she kept of her being unable to use her powers for once made her feel human – helpless.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

The women continued to dance. The Winchesters took it upon themselves, respectfully, to keep their eyes off of the naked beauties. John and Dean's eyes were focused on Jezebel. She had removed her black corset earlier and now stood in the black skirt and a black see-through bra. Her slender fingers combed through her curly hair as she danced on the edge of the stage. The men, specifically the older ones, stood anxiously by the stage, hoping to either touch or somehow catch the eye of the femme fatale.

Sam from time to time would pull his eyes away from Jezebel in search of the thirty-something-year-old man she would attempt to seduce later on that night. It was near midnight now. It would have to be soon. Jezebel would leave with the man to the penthouse and eventually convince and trick him into giving her his money and killing his wife the next day.

He caught her eye again. Sam looked away each time Jezebel made eye contact with him. He didn't feel uncomfortable. He felt targeted. Those odd vibes he had were coming back at full speed. Sam had to admit the woman was beautiful – but dangerous. All she had to do was hang around him more and kiss him once and twice and Sam knew that he would be subjective to her will. This couldn't happen. Tonight, you're the prey.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Every five minutes Dean turned his head to stare back at Amy. She was alone by the bar. Good. His eyes continued to be fixated on her. This time he couldn't look away. She sat by the bar drinking a small glass of water. Her peachy skin glowed against the subtle white lighting. Dean smiled as he watched her set the glass down and her eyes searched the club. Everyone else in the bar, besides her, was close to the stage to enjoy the show.

Amy met Dean's gaze and she sent him a small smile. He returned a half-smiling, cocky grin and turned back to look at the stage.

He sighed heavily and Dean whispered to Sam, "I say we just get the girl off stage now and get this over with."

"Dean," Sam whispered back, "okay, so, we get a chance to corner her…then what? We can't use holy water or an exorcism – she's human. What do you plan on doing – tell her to never tempt men again?"

The older brother rolled his eyes. "No." He took a deep breath. "We let her know that we know about her special talents. Warn her that if any one else dies because of her, she'll meet the same fate."

John joined the conversation smoothly. "I've arranged a meeting with Jezebel." His eyes were still fixated on the stage. "I told the owner I wanted a special birthday gift for one of my sons."

"Which one is she meeting with?" Dean asked.

"Sammy."

"What?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time.

John explained, "Dean…when I made the agreement I was unsure of whether or not you had cooled off with that fight with Amy. I don't want you to be vulnerable. Sam here is pretty mellow. He can handle it. We'll be close by in case we feel Sammy's being seduced."

"It's Sam and I won't be seduced," Sam muttered.

The three Winchesters turned back to the stage. Sam understood now why Jezebel was looking at him. She knew they had an arrangement.

A part of Sam realized now that the thirty-year-old man she would seduce later on tonight was no matter of consequence anymore. She didn't care about him anymore.

Sam was now the new target.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy was cleaning the counter with a small white towel when Dean and John were coming to the bar. John smiled at Amy and shook his head.

The two men sat at the bar while Amy continued to pretend she didn't know who they were.

"Dance over?" Amy asked, keeping her head low.

"Yeah," Dean responded, "Sam's got a special arrangement with Jezebel."

"What?" Amy whispered worriedly. "What if she tries-"

"Sam won't be tempted," John assured.

"But still…" Dean added. "Amy…see if you can follow the two…keep an eye and an ear close to them."

"I'll keep two eyes and two ears," Amy whispered. If she tries to lure Sam in her trap, I swear to God…I'll-

"Look," John barely turned his head back toward the stage.

Amy and Dean casually looked in the same direction.

Sam had his hands in his pockets and stood beside the owner of the Blossom, Hogs. They didn't look at or talk to each other. Both men were waiting for Jezebel to approach them.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Jezebel placed her corset on again. She walked along the floor, beside the stage, toward Hogs and the young man she was arranged to meet with. She could feel the disappointment in the air. Men had been willing to pay so much for just fifteen minutes with her. She admitted she was happy. At least the young man wasn't fifty. He seemed kind, too.

As she came to the two, Hogs plainly looked at Jezebel and said, "It's Mr. Green's birthday. Two hours, Jez."

She nodded. Jezebel's cat-like eyes had never left Sam's. He gave her a small smile and the two didn't notice when the owner had left them.

"So…" Jezebel whispered. "It's your birthday."

"It is," Sam merely replied. He tried to pull off one of the Dean-Winchester-James-Bond grins. But he could only do the sweet-adorable-Sam-Winchester smiles.

Jezebel placed her hands on her small hips. "Happy birthday, Mr. Green."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy made an excuse that she needed a break.

She now followed close behind as Jezebel led Sam toward a hallway through the back of the stage. Amy kept a safe distance as to not look suspicious. She could see Jezebel's arm wrapped around Sam's. This gesture infuriated Amy. After all, Sam was like a little brother to her. And her little brother was about to be in a room for an hour or so with a murderer.

A moment later Amy had to pause beside the wall when she noticed Jezebel had opened a door and allowed Sam to walk in. He disappeared into the room and Jezebel followed closely behind. The door closed and Amy remained in her place by the wall. She took in a deep breath and continued her way down the hallway.

An arm had suddenly reached out through one of the open doors and grabbed at Amy's mouth. She tried to scream as she felt the second arm reach around her waist and pull her into the room.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

The room's walls were black and there were four lamps – one in each corner – giving off a faint red light.

There was a large black chair in the center of the room and off to the side was a small twin-size bed. Sam gulped at the sight of different dominatrix toys hung along the wall. He turned around and was surprised to see how close Jezebel was to him. He could see every detail of her smooth face and large green eyes. She had a devilish smile now and her hand was placed on his chest.

"So, two hours…you must be aware of my reputation Mr. Green…" Jezebel whispered.

Keep it cool, Sam told himself.

"I might have heard a couple of things about you," Sam replied. "I just like the company."

"So do I-" Jezebel leaned up to kiss Sam. He removed himself from her face and backed away.

Jezebel let out a girlish laugh. "It's my job to be the one who plays hard-to-get."

"I've paid money to meet with you," Sam stuck his hands into his pockets smoothly. "But like I said…I just like the company. No other type of business."

She stared at him strangely. This was the first time she didn't have the tempting, sexy grin. She placed her hands on her hips and muttered, "Wait…you just…you paid for my services and all you want…is my company?"

"Correct," Sam said firmly. He turned and sat down on the black chair. He leaned back in the seat and folded his hands over his lap.

"So, where are you from, Jezebel?"

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy could smell tequila mixed in with Jack Daniels and other forms of beer on the man. Tears began to run down her angry face as the forty-year-old man began to wrap his tie around Amy's mouth to keep her from screaming.

She was on her stomach with her hands pulled behind her. Trying to scream as much as she could, only mumbles erupted from her enclosed lips. The man was so much stronger than her. He laughed and giggled a couple of times as he kept Amy under his restrain.

"I was supposed to have Jezebel…" the man said aloud. "I's was supposed to have her…but someone paid more than me…Hogs owed me…so now…I'll have to make do with you child…some of the girls didn't know your name …people just call you the angel…well pretty little angel…work your miracles."

The drunken man got up from the floor and pulled Amy up with him. Amy stared eye to eye with the drunken man – he had dark brown eyes with streaks of red in them.

He brought her face close to his peachy cheeks.

"Such a pretty angel…" he whispered close to her.

Amy let out a cry of rage through her bound lips and took her advantage – she was able to pull back from the man's grip and once he tried to reach out for her, Amy jumped slightly and kicked her leg in the air. Her ankle made contact with the man's face but it wasn't enough to bring him down. Amy remembered her white stilettos and she kicked the man once more in the stomach. He reacted slower this time. His large, fatty fingers touched his pained stomach. He stared angrily at her now.

She backed away and quickly took off the tie from around her mouth.

"Bastard," Amy spat in fury.

The man seemed amuse by this. He advanced upon her once more.

Amy spun around quickly and forced her elbow backward – hitting the man straight into the face. She turned around to see the man cling to his bleeding nostrils. She stepped forward and quickly brought her palm up to the man's nose – she heard the second crack.

He yelped in pain as he continued to hold his hands cupped over his bleeding face.

His infuriated eyes glanced back at her again. Even though he was drunk, he was able to run at her directly this time. He grabbed her by the shoulders and Amy thought she was able to escape his grasp once more. She was wrong. The man's lips were now attacking her neck but Amy tried to push the man away from her.

She could hear the door to the room slam open. She wondered if it was Dean, Sam, or John who had come through. The one who had broken in immediately took the drunkard by the shoulders and whirled him around.

It was Tobias.

Tobias grabbed at the man's hair while his other hand balled into a fist. He slammed his fist into the man's bloody face once more. He then raised his knee straight into the man's gut. The drunk continued to wail in pain and Tobias quickly took the man near the door. Tobias forced the drunk to face him once more. The drunk's face was squirmed-he was about to be sick. But before the drunk opened his mouth, Tobias punched the man in the face once more.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Jezebel came forward and attempted to sit on Sam's lap. But he refused and motioned for Jezebel to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. She shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the bed due to the silent command.

She sat down on the bed with her legs spread apart and her hands resting on her thighs. Jezebel met Sam's gaze and gave him a sly smile.

"I hate talking," Jezebel complained playfully.

"I like it," Sam said casually. "So, Europe? What part of Europe are you from?"

"Everywhere…" Jezebel whispered as she licked her lips.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy sat down on the floor as she rubbed her sore ankle. She could hear Tobias closing the door and she felt his presence come closer to her.

He knelt down beside her and removed his black jacket. He placed it over Amy's shoulders and she looked up at him with a curious look.

"Second time tonight you've come to my rescue," Amy murmured.

He's good, I know that. Amy thought. But why do I feel so odd being around him?

"It'll bruise," Tobias inspected. "Best to put ice on it immediately or you'll be limping tomorrow."

"Are you a doctor?" Amy mocked.

"Used to be."

She stared up at him again with an odd look. His angelic face staring directly at her.

"I was looking for my sister," Tobias explained to Amy's mental question. "I heard a commotion."

Amy shook her head sadly and whispered, "That asshole…"

"You seemed to handle him just fine…nice work," Tobias grinned. There was that smile again.

Maybe you and Dean should join the Great Smiles Society or whatever.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

"My family originates from Italy…I've moved around a lot…" Jezebel rolled her eyes as she explained. Sam nodded to her response.

"Europe must be nice," Sam noted.

"It was…but it gets boring."

Sam stared at Jezebel and asked, "So, is this the type of job you do often?"

Jezebel grinned again. She simply shrugged. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to make it in this world. It's about survival. Fast cash equals food and a place for us."

"Us," Sam asked. More Temptresses?

"My brother," Jezebel replied plainly. "We travel together. One big road trip in this life. He takes care of me, and I do the same."

Sam nodded slowly. "I'm sort of doing the same."

"I saw," Jezebel noted. "I saw your brother. Cute. I like the pouty lips and the badass persona. But it gets old."

She rose slowly from the edge of the bed. Jezebel walked around the chair to where she was standing directly behind Sam. She leaned down and placed her hands around Sam's shoulders.

"I enjoy the talk…" Jezebel whispered in his ear. "But I have many other talents than just talking."

Sam quickly got up from the chair and turned around. Jezebel sighed as her hands rested on the black chair.

"I paid for company," Sam said in a stern tone. "My activities do not include for paying for sex."

"You're serious?" she exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You actually don't want to talk advantage of me? You don't want me to sit here and take off my clothes so you can jump me? C'MON! This is what I'm here for! DO IT! DO ME!"

Sam shook his head. "I'm not that kind of guy." He sighed sadly. "It's a shame you're that kind of gal."

"You don't know me…" Jezebel whispered. "Look this is my job and I understand you've paid for my services – but I feel useless right now-"

"You're not," Sam said nicely.

"PLEASE!" Jezebel's voice echoed within the room. "You're the first guy – besides my brother – who hasn't tried to fuck me-"

"Please, keep your voice down…I can help you…" Sam said softly.

"Help me?" she laughed at him.

Sam sighed and explained, "Just let me help you. This type of life is wrong. You must know that. There has to be something about this lifestyle that you wish you could change."

Jezebel looked sad. She wasn't smiling nor was she angry. A part of her was fighting back the tears.

"Look…" Sam tried to explain. "My, umm…my father and brother…we're here to help you…no violence and no police involved…lets just see if we can possibly figure out another route."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

He helped her stand and Amy was careful to keep a safe distance. She took a step back, painfully, as she tried to show that she didn't need help walking. A pain went shooting through her ankle but she fought it by biting her lip.

"You're in pain," Tobias noted.

"Look…" Amy said slowly. "I know you helped me. I'm grateful. I know you're a good person. But please…I have work to do."

"Same," Tobias replied. "I need help finding my sister. Please. I don't want her getting into this mess…not again…"

"I have people I have to look after too," Amy said annoyingly, throwing off Tobias' jacket and giving it back to him roughly. "I should be doing that right now."

Tobias smiled at her abrasiveness.

"What?" Amy questioned angrily.

"You're a good person too, Bellezza," Tobias whispered. "A good heart…you care for others…you care too much…you truly are an angel."

The tone in his voice softened Amy. He continued: "You always fight as hard as you can…you put so much effort into everything…you care more than you should…"

He stepped toward her. Amy didn't back away this time.

"It's been a while since I've met someone like you…" Tobias whispered sweetly. He was closer to Amy now.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean and John were at the bar staring into the hallway Amy and Sam had gone into.

He was about to take a sip of his drink when Dean felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He met face to face with Hogs.

John turned around but found he was advanced upon by the bouncer.

Hogs took a random hundred dollar bill from his pocket. He then took out a lighter and lit the bill in front of Dean's face. The older Winchester brother watched as the bill was lit and the flames began to turn red.

The owner dropped the bill onto the floor and gritted through his teeth: "Fake cash, Mr. Green."

Dean tilted his head to the side and grinned. "Sorry, I wasn't sure if you took Monopoly cash."

Hogs took out a red-handled switchblade from his pocket. He held the blade close to Dean's neck.

"Hmm," Dean mumbled as he stared at the blade. "Maybe those chocolate coins would have been better."

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Amy didn't understand this. Tobias was so close to her now. She wanted to back away. He wanted to kiss her. She knew that.

He came closer to her and whispered, "Dear Bellezza…" he stared at her lovingly. "I've never met anyone like you…"

He's reading me…Amy realized. He's in my head…

"And I hope this won't be the last time we see each other…" Tobias whispered as his head leaned down to her.

His lips were inches from hers before Amy tilted her head back and backed away. Amy blinked several times as she shook her head. Tobias stared at her strangely.

"Sorry," Amy muttered. "Mind tricks don't work on me Yoda."

Tobias felt Amy's fist against his jaw. He backed away and his back hit the wall.

Amy was about to make another move when she heard the gun shots.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

The gun shots were heard and Sam and Jezebel both turned toward the door.

Jezebel ran toward the door first and Sam followed.

The two ran out quickly and ran down the hall. Sam didn't notice that Amy came out of one of the rooms and saw him running in front of her.

Amy chased after Sam quickly before running, "Sam!"

Sam paused behind Jezebel and saw his friend close behind him. He noticed she was limping. He ran toward her and Amy wrapped her arm around his as the two ran back into the center of the club.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean had been the one who had shot into the air. They hadn't been real bullets – rock salt. But they scared everyone up the stairs.

John continued to yell: "THE POLICE ARE COMING!"

The club was in mass hysteria. Men were gathering their jackets and quickly trying to go up the stairs and through the exits.

Amy and Sam paused at the bar to grab Amy's jacket hanging over one of the stools. The two quickly joined Dean and John and Dean gave a concerned look to Amy as he noticed she was limping.

"Lets get out of here," Dean said sarcastically.

As Sam continued to hold Amy in his grasp, the two looked over and noticed two people embraced in each other's arms by the door.

It was Jezebel and Tobias.

Sam and Amy continued to stare at them but Dean and John quickly led them toward the staircase. They forced themselves pass the men as they struggled to get to the top floor.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

The older businessmen ran out of the hardware store entrance and the Dean, Sam, Amy and John quickly made it outside.

The four took off in the same direction down the street as night continued.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

A/N: Trying to update ASAP! Hope u enjoyed!