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Chapter 5

Dean weaved in and out of the rows of chairs, searching for something, anything, that could tell them what was going on. A young waitress with shoulder-length blond hair casually walked up to Dean.

"Can I get you a drink hun?"

"Umm…no thanks." Dean said, he glanced at her but then turned away and kept searching.

"Oh…Okay then." She said with confusion. She had wondered why he hadn't made a pass at her, she received the comment 'Can I have your number' or some other cheesy line almost incessantly. She had always turned them down but Dean was different , she actually took and interest in him. She put on her most flirty smile.

"You know… my shift ends soon, maybe later we could get a drink together." She said, lightly brushing her finger against his arm. He gently pushed her advancing hand away.

"Sorry, I'm kind of busy right now."

"Alright then, maybe later then?"

"Yeah maybe."

Wow, I just turned down an incredibly hot girl…yep there is definitely something going on with me.

Dean heard a thud come from the back of the stage. He walked towards the backstage door and opened it. He came to a hallway of doors with big stars on them. One was slightly ajar, the name Callia was written in the center. He lightly pushed it open. The smell of vanilla and lavender brushed across his face. He picked up a purple scarf that was laid over the chair. He curled it up in his hands, cupping them over his face.

She smells goooood.

A sudden noise startled Dean, causing him to drop the scarf. He turned around, it was Sam.

"What are you doing in here?" Sam said coldly.

"Dude chill, I was just checking some things out. What's going on with you? you look like your sick."

Sam shot him a heart-wrenching glare. "Sick of being lonely. Jess…..she isn't coming back Dean. I think its time for me to move on."

"What are you talking about man?" Dean said with confusion.

"I'm just saying that I have found a new love, and this time it's for real. Callia and I we…"

Dean cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "Callia? Callia who? There must more than one because the one that uses this dressing room is mine."

"Over my dead body." Sam shot back.

"That can be arranged." Dean said inching closer to his brother.

"Boys."

They turned there attention to the perfectly curved figure in the doorway. There she was, as beautiful as ever. The power she had over them almost caused the boys to bow down at her presence. A malicious smirk formed on her face when she saw their eyes glaze over with , the trickles of sweat that rolled down their faces.

"Boys, we can settle this another way. Why don't you two follow me, it's a little cramped in here don't you think."

"Yes it is." Dean said quickly.

"Whatever you say Callia, you lead the way and I'll follow you…forever." Sam added.

"Sam you need to just quit with the bull sh-"

"Dean play nice."

"Yes, sorry Callia." Dean said, turning towards her with sad eyes.

She had them in the palm of her hand. Telling them in song to jump off a bridge would be too easy. No she was going to have fun with this one.

Yes, making them kill each other slowly with their words. Brilliant.

Callia made her way out of the dressing room. She had told all the employees to leave, using her powerful methods of persuasion. She stepped onto the stage, with Dean and Sam following at her heels. She stopped, turning to face them. The soft glow that from radiated her face made the boys melt.

"Alright……..Sam."

"Yes, yes what do you need, I'll give you anything." Sam said, he stepped forward.

She smiled. " Tell me, what do you really think about Dean."

"I think he is a self-centered, egotistical jerk," Sam exclaimed. " He doesn't deserve you, I do."

" What the hell, I don't deserve her! What makes you think your so great?"

"You're just j-jealous, admit it!" Sam said. Sam's aggravated state caused his stuttering to surface.

"Are you serious? You got to be kidding me!" Dean said. " Jealous, of you? Get real Sam."

"You have a-always been 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."

"Sam, are you going to let him talk to you like that?" Callia added.

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.

Callia eyes lit up when she saw Dean slowly pull out the small, yet well sharpened knife.

"Your going to try and hurt me with that? Well its actually going to be you laying on your ass once I shoot a round of rock salt in it." Sam said, he pushed back his jacket, uncovering the smaller salt gun of the two they owned. He raised it to Dean's chest.

Dean pressed the gun up to his chest. " C'mon then Sam, do it, you've done it before."

Sam's finger squeezed the trigger, he was hesitant. He was always hesitant to pull that trigger.

"C'mon, pull the damn trigger." Dean taunted.

Just as Sam was about to pull the trigger, Dean made a swift grasp at the gun. They fell to the ground wrestling for it. Fists were thrown, blood was shed. Callia sat back in a chair, watching the pathetic boys fight over her like she was a queen. Hell, she was royalty, the purple signified it.

I wonder who is going to win, I wish I could be a physic as well as a Siren. Too bad though, brothers fighting like this, the hate, the anger…….I love it.