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Chapter 6
A swift right hook to the head sent Sam into unconsciousness. Dean stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes that he had just attained.
"Sorry Sammy." He said with mild sympathy. He turned to Callia, her face was content.
"Bravo Dean. Now that you have gotten Sam out of the way, you can have me all to yourself." She said, moving closer to him and caressing his cheek.
He wrap his arms around her curvy waist and softy kissed her neck. She lightly pushed him away, staring into his deep, hazel eyes
"Let me change into something more comfortable, then we can leave. My apartment is a couple of blocks away." She said, biting her bottom lip.
"Alright," Dean said reluctantly. "Don't be long. I can bear to be away my bonne amie."
She let out a small giggle at the absence in Dean's mind that she was Italian, not French. She kept her mesmerizing stare with Dean as she disappeared behind the flowing velvet curtain. He smiled to himself.
Those French books that Sammy had were actually worth something.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, he looked behind him to see if Sam had woken up yet. But to his surprise, his brother's tall, lanky body was gone. He carefully surveyed the room full of empty chairs.
He must be hiding.
Dean slowly walked behind the velvet curtain. "Sam? Sammy where are you?" Dean taunted.
He picked up a prop baseball bat that he had found behind one of the costume trunks.
"Sam come on out, Dean wants to play a little game." He said with a sinister tone.
He saw a closet door slowly shut. He tip-toed over, tightening his grip on the bat. Slowly turning the knob, he anticipated Sam to jump out and attack. Dean swung the door open, finding it contained only clothes. He ruffled through them with the bat, just to make sure that Sam was hiding behind them. Disappointed, he shut the closet door. Suddenly a wooden stool smashed into pieces over Dean's back. He fell to his knees in pain, cursing under his breath.
"You bastard!" Dean yelled. Rising to his feet, he hid the bat from Sam's view.
"Nice job knocking me out Dean, you're a real hard-ass. I guess your just as desperate for her approval as you are Dad's.
Dean gripped the bat tighter. " Sam, why do you always have to drag Dad into every conversation?"
Sam shook his head. "Because its his fault! Its his fault that I have this damn life. Chasing ghosts, exercising poltergeists, a Banshee here, a… a Siren there. I'm so sick of it! But most of all I'm sick of you!"
Dean held up his hand, as if to tell Sam to wait.
"What did you say?"
"Jesus Dean, what were you out getting m&ms while I was talking just now?"
"Cut the crap Sam, now tell me what you just said."
Sam didn't know why Dean showed such a fascination towards his previous string of words. Something he said had triggered Dean to think about something other than Callia.
"Fine, I said it was Dad's fault I have this life, chasing ghosts and stuff."
"Yeah and what else?" Dean coaxed.
"I don't know." Sam said, throwing up his hands in vexation.
"Well think dumb-ass! I swear you have a memory problem sometimes."
"Shut up. Uh…banshees, poltergeists, Sirens and…"
"That's it! Sirens."
"What are you getting at Dean?"
She must have had a stronger effect on you, but she's got us both under her spell. Callia is a Siren remember?"
"What are you talking about? Callia isn't a Siren, she's my splendiferous Italian aristocrat."
Uck, Sammy is going to choke on one of those big words some day.
"Whoa, dude we have to find that instrument and destroy it, your talking crazy…well crazier."
" I cant let you do that." He said, occluding Dean's only exit.
"Sam, you'll be back to normal after we find that thing. Now move or I'll have to move you."
"Oh, I'm shaking," Sam said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. " Why don't you just give me another cheap shot to the head. Cheap shots and hustling are about the only things your good at."
Don't let him get to you, just focus……focus on getting that damn instrument.
"Sam, I'm going to ask you for the last time, move your ass now."
"Make me."
A door to the left of them closed. Callia was standing in front of it in her new attire, a purple "Insured by the Mafia" t-shirt and jeans. She was shocked to see that Sam was up so soon.
"H-hey Sam." She stuttered.
"Callia, there you are. I missed you." Sam said, putting on his cutest puppy face.
She noticed Dean holding the baseball bat behind his back. She smiled to herself.
Maybe Sam isn't going to get in the way after all.
"So Dean, are you ready to go?"
Okay, act like your still interested in the evil witch.
"Yeah, of course."
"Go, go where? Your not leaving with him are you?" Sam said, rising one eyebrow.
Dean shuffled closer to Sam, keeping the bat hidden until the time was right.
"Oh but I am Sam, and I think your going to need these." She said, tossing him a bottle of aspirin that was on one of the vanities.
He rolled bottle around in his hands, reading the label. "Aspirin? What do I need these for?"
"For your splitting headache."
"What head-…"
Stopping him in mid-sentence, Dean bought a annihilative blow to the side of Sam's head with the bat, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious …again.
Sorry Sammy.
A malicious smile wiped across her face. " Now I think we're ready, he looks like he'll be out for a while."
Enough time to do what needs to be done, but its okay he wont feel a thing.
She strolled closer to him. She raised her lips to kiss him until he stopped her.
"Um, nature calls. Where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall to your left." She said with an irritated tone.
"Thanks, I'll be right back."
Dean hurriedly slipped down the hall. Instead of turning left he turned right, down the hall of the dressing rooms. He opened the door to Callia's dressing room, closing the door lightly behind him. He started to ruffle through clothes, throw papers, anything he could to find that instrument. He stopped and looked around, disarray taking over his face.
Damn, where is that thing?
"Looking for this?" Callia said, holding up the brass Lyre.
"Uh, wow this isn't the bathroom, stupid me. I'll just go and…"
She stopped him. "No you'll just stay here with me. I knew there was something different going on with you., maybe I should've choosen Sam."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I just want you Dean, you're the only guy that understands me, I mean actually understands."
"Well sweetheart you have a funny way of showing your affection, tell me the real reason why you're doing this."
She sighed. " Okay fine. I have a deal with Achelous, the Greek river god and my father. He said if I give him a male sacrifice, then I can keep my flawless beauty. He also needs servants in the underworld. You see, he made me a Siren to make it a little easier to lure men to their doom."
"But why me?"
"The other men that killed themselves over me weren't good enough for my father's liking. I chose you over Sam because you're what he wanted." She said.
"I'm not for sale." Dean said with a smirk.
Callia's eyes glazed over with anger. She began to strum on the lyre, singing with the utmost grace. Dean tried to cover his ears, but it was no use. The song crept into his head, causing him great pain. He let out an audible groan as blood began to seep out from his ears.