Part Four: Who Is She?

"Man, he walks fast," Dean mumbled, as they hurried after Slimy through the crowd.

They had been following him for a while and the sun had completely set now. The streets as well were clearing and the massive herds of people before had dissipated to mere puddles, here and there.

Soon they found themselves alone with Slimy on a run down street, where the walls were more graffiti than brick. Then Slimy who had been on the phone the whole time, suddenly hung up and stopped outside a tall building with steel doors. Sam and Dean crossed the road quickly and hid in a dark alley to watch the action from a distance.

Slimy adjusted his tie and pressed the intercom. Shortly afterwards, the door opened and a man appeared in the doorway. They exchanged a quick conversation which the brothers couldn't hear and Slimy handed him a small piece of card before being shown through. It seemed they had found the Blue Orchid.

"So what do we do now?" Sam asked, stepping out into the light of the streetlamps.

"Go in. What else?"

"We can't go in, dressed like this…" Sam said, recalling Slimy's expensive suit. Battered jeans and leather jackets were definitely not going to cut it.

"Sammy, it's not what you wear but how you wear it. You see, I have confidence and attitude so I look good. You have neither, so you look…well…" Dean replied, straightening his collar.

"Haha. But seriously, it looks like you have to be a member with a card or something. We don't have cards, Dean."

"You are such a worrier. Come on," and Dean pulled him across the street to the doors.

"Names?" a large man said, as the steel doors opened.

"Yeah, I'm Dean Johnson and this is Sam…Johnson," Dean said quickly, trying to ignore his brother's disapproving stares.

The man stared down at them, looking at their dishevelled appearances, "your names aren't on the list."

"Well yeah, we forgot to RSVP, sorry," Dean answered, thinking that maybe he should have listened to Sam.

"Right. Do you have your cards then?"

"Umm…no. You see…" Dean started.

"No cards, no entry," and without another glance, the man slammed the doors shut.

"Now that's just rude," Dean said, shaking his head.

"Does it matter? You didn't have an excuse anyway," Sam retorted, looking around, trying to think about their next move.

"Well we'll never know now. So I guess, it's onto plan B," Dean said, walking round to the nearby alley.

"What's plan B?"

"Can't get through a door, go through an open window," Dean replied, searching the building side for an opening.

"And if that doesn't work?" Sam said, his voice a little exasperated.

"Sammy, it always works," Dean said smugly, as he revealed a small basement window behind a trash can.


Robin couldn't explain the feeling that was coming over her, actually it wasn't just coming all over her, it was in her, it was everywhere. She felt confident, flirty and sexy.

All these men, as she walked around the club, they all wanted her, they all needed her, she could see their eyes watching her every move. They were all pulsing with desire, giving everything they were to her.

"Hey there," a deep voice whispered.

Robin turned to find a middle-aged business man with short dark hair leaning against the bar.

"Hello," the girl purred back.

The sound of her own voice surprised herself, it barely sounded like her.

But she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying this new found freedom, maybe Belle was right, maybe she should embrace this, do whatever what she felt.

"So what's your name?" the man said, his eyes pleading her to join him.

"Anything you want it to be, my dear," Robin said, sitting down on a bar stool, crossing her legs so that the top of her stockings were showing.

"I…" but the man a little lost for words, just nodded and signalled the bartender for another drink.

Robin smiled and watched as little beads of sweat started to appear on the man's forehead. She was going to really like working here, she thought to herself, as her real motive for being there flew out of her mind.


"Where do you think we are?" Sam asked, shuffling carefully around in the dark.

"Probably the basement. Let's just try and find a light…Ow!" Dean yelled, as he smacked into what felt like a table leg.

"Shut up," Sam muttered, as he heard the faint sounds of footsteps.

"I think someone's coming, hide!"

"Where? I can't see anything," Dean mumbled, trying to feel for something solid to hide behind.

"Guess, quick," Sam muttered before hiding behind what felt like a stone column, just as the door opened and a figure appeared in the doorway.


Robin laughed again, as the man downed another shot of Bacardi.

"Why do I always seem to be losing?" the man said, his eyes fuzzy from the alcohol.

"Because you know winning makes me happy," Robin trilled, touching the man's arm briefly.

The man at the girl's touch, sat up straighter as if a bolt of electricity had shot up his spine.

"You know, you are really beautiful and I'm not just saying that," the man slurred, grabbing Robin's hand tightly.

"Thank you," she said gently, trying to free her hand but the man wouldn't let go.

As she looked up, she saw the man's eyes transfixed onto hers and felt a slight fear rising in her. The hunger in his eyes was so real and intense; Robin suddenly felt a pang of guilt for making him feel that way, making him want something he couldn't have.

"Robin," Belle's voice called from behind her.

The man seeing the older woman dropped Robin's hand immediately and with a final slurred speech about 'needing air,' stumbled away.

"Are you ok?" Belle asked, trying to gauge the girl's feelings.

"I'm good," Robin replied, standing up.

Something wasn't right here, she thought, something was wrong, as a strange feeling filling her heart.

Then unexpectedly Robin felt her head drop, as if a weight had been placed onto it, the giddiness of before had faded.

"Robin, will you do me a favour, please?"

"Hmm?" the girl hummed, turning to face Madam.

Thoughts about Sarah came rushing back to her and she could an unease growing within her.

"I've got to do a quick something, so will you go and set up one of the private rooms for some special guests, just like I showed you earlier?" Belle said, her voice warm and soft.

"Yeah, course," Robin replied, her head filling with more questions about the Blue Orchid.

"Hey, here, have a pick me up, you look like you need it," Madam said sweetly, pushing a dark cocktail towards Robin, an orchid flower floating in the top of it.

"I don't…"

"It's one of our specialities. Just a sip, it'll help, I promise," Belle said, handing the glass to her.

How could she refuse?

Robin took the glass and sipped it quickly, before walking off towards the private suites, feeling funnily better as Belle had said.

Madam watched as the young girl left her sight, she had sensed the potion was wearing off on her a lot quicker than normal and had acted accordingly. Now she had other things to attend to and she strode off, the empty vial left lying on the bar.


Writer's note: Thanks to D.