After a long car ride, they reached their destination. But, the car's engine was still going.
"Dean, you just passed the hotel." Sam said as he watched a Best Western run out of view.
"The hell with the hotel." Dean's eyebrows raised quickly then lowered. He drove down a few streets, until he came to a club. It had a green sign with the words "THE VIBE" written in a musky yellow tint. He pulled the car to a halt.
"You've gotta be kidding me." Sam looked at his brother with a 'Goddamn, NO!' look.
"Sam, it's okay to have fun, even with losses. And this is lots of fun!" Dean escaped from the car and locked it once both of them were out.
The Winchester boys walked into the club as live music was playing. "Hmm…" Dean grunted to the music choice, his grunt quickly turned to a charming smile as a strawberry-blonde girl walked by carrying a tray full of drinks. He poked Sam, "Go on, get her tiger…" Dean pushed Sam towards the passing girl, knocking them together.
"I'm so sorry!" Sam said as drinks flew everywhere.
"It's okay." The woman smiled at Sam.
"Let me help you…" Sam bent down and picked up the shards of broken glass, then handed them to the woman.
"Thank you. I'm Holly, by the way." Holly smiled as she held out her hand.
"Sam." He reached out and shook her hand.
Dean laughed from far where he was watching Sam, "Amateur." He walked into the back where music was being played.
"You know, I'm about to go on break, wanna go watch the next performance with me? It's my roommates, I promised I'd be her support." Holly sat down her tray.
"Yeah, that'd be great." Sam smiled; somehow he had lessened his grief about Jess.
Holly gave him a smile in return, "Okay." She grabbed his hand and led him to the backdoors.
"Woo!" A woman's voice from onstage yelled,
"Let's give it up for Frances Williams! Isn't he just awesome-fantastic?" A man said, standing beside the woman.
"Our next contestant is super-awesome! Her name is Vanesse Jorél; she's super-ultra-fantastic! Let's make her feel welcome!" The woman yelled peppily. The crowd gave a round of applause for the new artist.
"Okay… Thanks, guys." Vanesse said to her awkward announcers. The young woman hid herself behind a piano, her hazel eyes finding which key to strike first. "This first song is very dear to me, I've loved it since I first heard it. And I'm so pleased to play it for you guys. Yeah… Well, I'm going to shut up and play now." Her voice began to ring throughout the building; it was beautiful and somehow alluring. "I see a red door and I want it painted black…"
Dean smiled as Vanesse's hands touched the piano.
"Hey." Sam said as his brother smiled with song selection,
"Oh, hello, Sam. And…?"
"Holly," She smiled, "Vanesse's my roommate." Holly tilted her head to the stage.
"Really?" Dean's eyebrows rose once again. "I'm Dean."
Vanesse's set finished after about fifteen minutes, "Thank you so much. You all are a great audience!" She stood and walked off the stage waving to everyone watching her.
"Come on, let's go congratulate her!" Holly dragged the two boys to the end of the stage's staircase, "That was fabulous! You so won!" Holly exclaimed brightly.
"You really think so?" Vanesse asked out of confusion. Dean smiled at her; she was a pretty girl. "Who are these guys you've picked up?" She whispered in Holly's ear.
"Oh, this is Sam." Holly smiled as Sam gave a wave, "And Dean." She indicated him.
"I'm Vanesse, pleased to meet you." She gave the boys a small smile as a loose, dark curl fell in her face. "So, you guys from around here?" She struck conversation as she let her flirtatious side show.
"No, we're here investigating the missing people." Sam replied before his brother could say anything flashy. Vanesse's expression grew sorrowful once the mention of missing people came up.
"Damn it, Sam. We've been with these girls for, what, five minutes? And you've already managed to piss one off!" Dean whacked Sam upside the head.
"It's nothing personal…" Vanesse spoke through a distressed face, "My brother was the last one to disappear."
"Would you mind answering a few questions for us?" Dean asked, awkwardly gently.
"No, go ahead, ask away."
