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Chapter 4

A couple of hours passed, but Dean hadn't noticed. He was having a very in-depth conversation with his new friend. Her Italian accent intrigued him greatly.

"Callia, that's a very interesting name. What does it mean?"

"Beautiful voice, its Greek. My parents are Greek and Italian and…."

Dean was hanging off of her very word. She was intelligent, beautiful, witty, she was almost…..perfect. Dean glanced down at his watch.

"Oh its getting late, I have to get back to my brother Sam."

"You have a brother? I bet he is as cute as you huh?" She said with a smile.

Dean grinned. " Well……no."

They both laughed. She leaned in, whispering softly into his ear, a light hearted sing-song tune in Italian.

"Me vuole voi Dean, e me volli non ostruire forziere me rilevemento voi."

( I want you Dean, and I won't stop until I have you.)

She pulled away. She could see in his eyes that he understood every word she had said.

"I-I'll see you l-later." Dean stuttered.

"Oh you can count on it, arriverderci."

"Uh…pasta." Dean said as he quickly walked away.

What the hell was I doing stuttering like that, I sounded like Sam.

Dean knew there was something about this girl. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Hopefully she would let me put my finger on it. He thought, a smirk wiped across his face.

Dean pulled up to the motel. He took out his phone to call Sam, to see what room they were staying in. Before he could press the talk button, he saw Sam swing the door open. Hw had an anxious look on his face. Dean locked the Impala and walked up to Sam.

"What's up?"

"Where have you b-been?" Sam said, tapping his foot on the carpet.

At the club. Dude, I saw the most amazing chick there, I mean she was smoking hot. She has the voice of an angel and…."

"Whoa slow down man, I have to show you something."

Sam led Dean over to the laptop on the desk table.

"You said that the guys that killed each other were fighting over some woman right?"

"Yeah so?"

"Well, the locals said that they over heard them arguing that she was singing directly to the other one, making them jealous of each other."

Dean took off his boots and sat down in the chair across from the table/. "Sammy, I've heard this before, your point please?"

"Dean, a woman's singing making a man go nuts? I say we're dealing with a Siren.

"You mean those things in Greek Myth that lure men to their doom with song."

"Often with an instrument." Sam coined in.

"But Sam, I haven't seen anything with the head of a woman but the body of a bird, have you?"

"Well…no, but c'mon Dean what else could it be?"

"I don't know, how do you stop them?"

"They used wax to plug up their ears so they couldn't hear the song, But as far as stopping them, destroying their instrument takes away their power to sing."

"So they can't sing without the instrument."

"Correct."

"Well, let's talk about this in the morning, I'm beat." Dean said, plopping down on the bed.

Sam sat on the opposite bed. "So who was that girl you were talking about?"

Dean closed his eyes, her face appeared out of the darkness, a smile formed on his face. "Aw man Sammy, she was amazing. You wouldn't believe it but, Dean Winchester may be in, dare I say it, love."

Sam couldn't contain his laughter. Dean told him to shut up and threw a pillow at his head. "Good night Sam."

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The next morning, Sam took his pills with some water, his voice was getting better with everyday, the stuttering was even beginning to subside.

The boys thought they would get a early start by driving around town and asking the locals some questions. Dean parked the Impala in front of The Orchard Cain. When they got out of the car, they noticed a man rummaging around in the trash can behind the club. He had on a black suit and red tie with his hair slicked back. Not typical attire for a homeless man.

"Sir?" Sam called out. The man whirled around and looked at them, an evil glare in his eyes.

"What do you want, can't you see I'm busy."

"What exactly are you doing?" Sam asked.

"What does it look like, I'm digging through a freaking trash can, not that it is any of your business."

"No need for the attitude sir." Dean said with a sarcastic grin.

"Fine, well I'm trying to find something that might belong to…her." The man took out a small picture from his back pocket and held it up to them.

"Who might that be?" Sam asked, his eyes scanning the picture.

"Callia." Dean said in a whisper.

"Who?"

"It's the girl I was telling you about last night."

"Well back off buddy, She's mine!" The man said with anger. He made his way passed he boys, the smell reaching them before he did. He held in his hand one of Callia's eye shadow brushes, the tip still dressed in purple.

"Wow, he's crazy." Dean said.

"Yeah, rummaging around in a trash can for some girl's makeup brush."

"No, the fact that he thinks that he has a chance with her. I mean c'mon, look at him and look at me, no freakin' contest.

"Can you put your ego aside for one second, we should go in and check things out."

"Fine, but lets go in the back way. I wouldn't want to run into Bruno again, I might have to kick his ass."

"Huh?"

"Never mind Sam."

They entered the club through the employee's entrance. It was pretty much empty, except for a couple of waitresses.

"Happy hour isn't until five Sam."

" Just look around and see if you see anything unusual."

"Fine, testy testy. You could probably use a beer."

Sam walked up close to the stage. He saw the backstage door and went in, closing it behind him. He saw some of costumes and props that they use in performances. He came to a hallway of doors with a big star on each one. He saw one with 'Callia' written on it. He knocked first, built when none answered he let himself in. He saw bottles of makeup in front of the vanity, and some purple costumes.

Nothing unusual in here.

He was about to leave the room when he saw a odd-shaped wooden box on the floor. He bent down and open it, revealing the harp-like instrument.

"A lyre? Who still uses a lyre these days?"

"I do."

Sam whirled around, Callia was standing in the doorway with her arms folded. He slowly stood up as she walked in the room and closed the door.

"Sam, didn't your mother tell you that it's rude to go threw a girl's personal things?"

"Who are you…or should I say what are you?"

"Sam, I think you know what I am." She said. She picked up the lyre, moving closer to him, she blocked him into a corner.

"Get away from me." Sam grunted.

She began to sing, strumming the lyre with grace. Sam let go of his inhibitions, letting Callia's words seeped into his head. When she finished, Sam stood there with his eyes glazed over, memorized by her song.

Now let's see which one of you wants me more.