Chapter 3
-the next morning-
Dean was up early, looking through newspaper articles about the killings happening in Cannon Falls. Sam rolled over in his bed, a grunt came from underneath the covers.
Dean looked over at him. "Morning Sammy, I got orange juice and bagels."
Sam rubbed his eyes while swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. "What time is it?" He said in a hoarse voice.
" It's 8:00."
"Since when do you get up this early?"
"Just thought I'd do some research on what we're really dealing with here."
Sam lifted himself off the bed and sat in the chair across the table from Dean. He took a bite out of a bagel and sipped on the orange juice. "So what did you find?" Sam said between chews.
Dean double-clicked on an article and turned the laptop towards Sam. "Says here that there have been ten male deaths in the last three years. All at the same club. Over the same circumstance, fighting over some woman."
"Is that the only thing they have in common?"
"Yeah, as far as I can tell. Non of them knew each other, they were all from different place in Minnesota."
"The club, did you find anything about the club?"
Dean clicked on another article. " Yeah, The Orchid Cain. Says that it was built in the 80's.There hasn't been any problems until now, you know, no supernatural activity. But we should get going, I think we can make it there by nightfall."
They packed their things and threw them into the trunk of the Impala. Dean noticed Sam was rubbing his neck as they got into the car. "You want your pills? We can stop for some water before we get on the highway…."
"No, I'm f-fine." Sam said. He started to regret not taking his medicine last night.
"Okay fine." Dean said. He noticed that when Sam gets agitated, he begins to stutter more. Dean dropped the subject. Shaking his head he put the key into the ignition.
Cannon Falls, Minnesota
-nine hours later-
"Are you serious? You got to be kidding me!" Dean said.
"You're just j-jealous, admit it!" Sam said.
Dean gave a small chuckle. " Jealous, of you? Get real Sam."
"You have a-always been j-jealous of me. The fact that I went to college and you didn't, or that I have a social life and you don't…."
"Give me a break ! You're the one who is jealous of me. My good looks, the way I have with the ladies, or better yet…..the relationship I have with Dad."
Dean had struck a nerve. Sam's eyes beamed with anger and hate towards his brother. He knew that Dean had always been the favorite son. He made a fist, ready to punch Dean in his face. He wanted him to eat the words he had just said.
"You wanna hit me? Fine do it! I'll have you laying on your ass in two seconds." Dean said moving closer to Sam. He laid his hand on his pocket, in which his pocket knife was incased.
Sam bolted upward, his head hitting the ceiling of the Impala. Dean shot a look of confusion at his brother, trying to hold in his laughter. " Okay Sam, I know your dreaming about more than just candy, so tell me what's up."
Sam ignored his request. He had a wondering look on his face, trying to contemplate the dream he had just dreamt. Sam could feel Dean's glare burning into the back of his neck. "Alright, we we're arguing over s-something."
"Arguing over what?"
"I don't know, but it got pretty heated. I haven't seen you that angry before, ever."
"Well what did I say?"
"Some awful things, can you let it g-go Dean." Sa said, turning his head to stare back out the window.
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They arrived in Cannon Falls at around 5:00 p.m. Dean pulled out the directions to the club. He glanced over at Sam, who was still staring out the window.
"Look Sam, why don't I get us a room. You look like hell, you should hang out there and I'll check out the club."
"Don't worry about me Dean." Sam said. His throat was getting dry again, making his voice hoarse.
Dean saw a motel on the side of the road. He pulled up to the front entrance and stopped the car." Sam, you go get a room, I'll be back later."
"I told y-you I'm , stop w-worrying about me Dean!"
"I'm your brother, I have to worry about you."
"Well stop it because…..you know what, I give up." Sam grabbed his bag and got out, slamming the door behind him.
"Don't wait up." Dean yelled out the window. Sam didn't give any notice to his remark.
Sam's attitude has gotten worse over the past couple of days. Dean couldn't get a read on why he was so angry all the time.
Maybe this stuff is getting to be too much for the kid.
Dean spun the car around and drove down the main road. About fifteen minutes later, he pulled up The Orchid Cain. When he walked inside, he noticed that the entire audience was all male. He was relieved to see a female waitress carrying a tray walking towards him.
"Hello sir, may I get you anything?"
"Your number would be great, thanks." Dean said with a smile.
"Does that line ever work for you?" She asked whole she wrote on her billing pad.
Dean smiled and shook his head. "No never."
She flashed him a smile. " Today's your lucky day then." She said, handing him the piece of paper. He stuck it into his pocket as she walked away.
"Works every time" he said to himself.
"Hey, I wouldn't waste your time on her."
Dean turned around. A young man in his 20s with sandy brown hair was sitting at the table behind him.
"Care to take a seat?" he said.
Dean was reluctant at first to join the eavesdropping stranger, but he decided to sit down anyway.
"The names Joe."
"I'm Dean. So what's the deal here, an all male audience. Is this a strip joint or are they screening Brokeback tonight?"
Joe laughed. " No this isn't a strip club or a piano bar. I really haven't noticed that the audience was just guys. My focus has been on…….her."
"Who?"
"Shh, she's about to perform."
Dean turned toward the stage. His jaw dropped in awe at the very sight of her. A woman with long, dark hair in curly tendrils waving down her back. A purple hibiscus flower pinned her bangs back, showing her supple, porcelain skin. Her blended purple eye shadow accented her sparkling brown eyes, her lashes laced with mascara. Her lips seemed to be poisoned with the essence of plums. She wore a purple and black striped corset with a tightly woven black shawl. Her shirt flowed onto the floor, covering her feet.
The room fell silent as every make turned their attention to the stage. Even Dean couldn't resist her ravishing beauty. She sat down on the stool in the middle of the stage. She started to play on the small harp-like instrument she was holding. A smile wiped across every gentlemen's face. Her voice was mesmerizing, the words even more enticing than the melody.
"Amazing isn't she?" Joe whispered, nudging Dean's arm.
"Definitely." Dean said, not even taking his eyes off of her.
Claps filled the room when her song was finished. She took a bow. Catching a glimpse of Dean in the audience, she smiled at him as she walked behind the curtain. Dean grinned and made his way to the backstage doors. He ran into the bodyguard that was standing in front of them. He placed a hand on Dean's chest.
"You can't go back there."
Dean raised and eyebrow and gently lifted the guard's hand off of him.
"Its okay Bruno, he's with me."
Dean looked behind him. It was the beautiful woman who had just performed on stage, he flashed her his trademark smile.
She took Dean's hand and led him over to the chairs at the bar.
"Callia"
Dean stared at her, his eyes glazed over from not blinking. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
She laughed. "My name….it's Callia."
"Dean." He said while shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you Dean."
"Can I buy you a drink?" He offered.
"Oh no thanks, I'm fine."
"No I insist." Dean said with persistence.
She finally accepted his offer. He order them tow Sea Breezes. The bartender slid the drinks down into Dean's hands.
"Let's toast…..to meeting new people."
"To you." Dean said.
She smiled as their glasses clinked together.
This one shouldn't be too hard. I'll have him in no time.