A/N: Hey! I'm updating one day after I posted the first chappy. I don't really like doing this but I want to. So enjoy! And Review!
Kisses and Cabaret
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"It's 4:40 in the morning and she's screaming about being shot and you are talking about sleeping naked-what the hell is going on?"
"Sorry Sam. I just had a crazy dream where I was a 1950's showgirl and my name was Nicole and your name was Tucker and yours Geoffrey. And you killed me." She said with a deep breath.
"What?"
"And I worked at the Flower Room and I was Gardenia. I had two other dancing partners named Rose and Daisy. But I just knew that we were a couple and Geoffrey, I think loved me."
"It was just a dream. You did almost go to hell. Go back to sleep."
"Okay but I'm leaving the door open." She got in bed a slowly fell asleep.
"We have to stop meeting like this." Geoffrey said slipping his hand to the back of her bustier and untied it. She held it in place with her left hand and the right held her shoes.
"Yes, we do. Do you have the hundred upfront?"
"I do." He waved it in front of her he slipped the five bills in between his teeth.
"Those are filthy."
"So?" He lay back on the bed. "Come'ere." She got off her knees in front of him and lay next to him. He rolled over on top of her she took the money and put it in the waist band of her panties and he kissed her neck and earlobes.
"Do you want it like you usually do?"
"Uh-huh." Her grabbed her hair and pulled it gently. She moved her arm that was holding the bustier and put her shoes in that hand. He kissed her and slipped the bustier off completely and it fell to the floor. And they continued to kiss and started to make love. There was a knock on the door…
Cyn gasped and opened her eyes. She was sleep on her back. She wiped sweat off her forehead but realized she was holding something-one of Nicole's shoes! She sat up and she was topless and her shirt was on the floor. She got up and put it on and went to the boy's room and woke Sam up.
"Sam! Look!" She held up the shoe. He looked over his shoulder but turned his back to her again.
"So you have a shoe."
"I don't own shoes like this but, Nicole does."
"That's nice." Sam said half sleep.
"And Nicole got her shirt taken off in my dream and I woke up without mine. And my earlobe was wet."
"So?"
"So these are more than dreams, Sam. These are premonitions, set back in time."
"And?"
She scratched her lower back and she pulled the money out of her panties. "Look! The money that Geoffrey gave Nicole in my dream for sex." Sam rolled over and looked at her.
"Woo. A hundred dollars. You must be good." She cut him a look. "Here, let me see it." She handed it over. "Series 1945? I don't think you would find one this old in this condition."
"See? They're not just dreams. Give me your computer." She took it into her room and Googled The Flower Room. It pulled up several articles.
One said The Flower Room was a burlesque house, located in Las Vegas, Nevada, that rented out rooms for the performing women to prostitute. It was open for a period of almost thirty-five years until the massacre on June 3 1955 where five dancers died and 15 people in total including the star attraction Nicole Ann Watson also known as 'Gardenia' were killed brutally. The building no longer remains because it was burned down on the massacre's ten year anniversary but is now home to a new club that is open all day from 1:30 til 3:30.
"Whoa! Sam come here!" He dragged himself into her room and looked at her. "Look!" She pointed to the computer.
He looked at it. "And?"
"She was killed."
"And?"
"Look." She moved the computer to him. There was a picture of 'the Flowers' in front of The Flower Room. Sam went pale. There was Cyn-or Nicole and the guys were standing behind them there he was and Dean.
"Oh god-"
"And don't say it's a coincidence but you know damn well that coincidences are when you have the same suit as someone or same name-not when your picture is about a burlesque dancer over 5 decades ago who looks just like you!"
"Okay it's our kind of problem. But what does this mean?"
She took a breath. "I don't know. But I'm sure it's something." Sam looked at her. "I'm not crazy it's really there."
"I'm sure. Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I can't. I might wake up dead."
Sam rubbed his eyes. "What if it was true, what would you do?"
"I don't know." Cyn looked disappointed. "Think about it, I'm having dreams about a place that I didn't know about. What if it's my past life?"
"It could be. Do you think it's serious?"
"I think it was fate that brought us so close to Vegas."
"Oh come on you sound like Dean."
"I'm dead serious. We have to go. If I want to sleep–or wake up, again then we have to stop this."
"Okay we will see about this. I'll stay awake with you."
"Okay, thank you."
"I still think you should sleep."
"Shut up."
"Okay." Sam yawned. "But I'm just sayin'-"
"Let's watch cable." Sam put his head in Cyn's lap. She gasped. "The Notebook. I love this movie." Sam groaned.
"Kill me."
"This is a beautiful movie."
"Oh god help me."
"Shhhh!" They lay there watching the movie. Cyn was crying and Sam looked bored out of his mind. "Oh it's so sad-and happy. Oh I love Allie and Noah's relationship. Don't you?"
"I don't want to watch this movie. I could care less."
"Guys suck."
"I've half seen this movie."
"When?"
"I watched it with Jess."
"Oh. So you can watch it with her but not with me?"
"I didn't watch it with her I slept through it with her."
They watched it in silence for a while longer. Cyn was crying again and Sam was half sleep. "He's building the house anyway! This movie is beautiful."
"Yea, that was Jess's favorite part too." Cyn looked taken aback. She pushed his head off her lap and stood up.
"You ass! I might die if I go to sleep and you can only think about Jess?" He stood up too.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"You know what? You still love her!"
"No I don't. She's gone."
"Yes you do! You've mentioned her twice!"
"And why do you care we're just 'friends with benefits'. God! You're a firecracker! Anything can set you off!"
"And you're a pussy!"
"You're psychotic!"
"You're an asshole!"
"You're a mental patent!"
"A son-of-a-bitch!" He stepped up and grabbed her by her shoulders. She looked relatively scared with her eyes wide. He kissed her passionately. "So you're not pissed?"
"No, I'm totally pissed. You just looked sorta crazy beautiful, so I had to kiss you."
"Oh." She squirmed and made a high pitched noise. "Sam, please let go, you're hurting me."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He let go and covered his mouth. She stepped back a little.
"It's okay." She looked at the clock. It said 7:03. She climbed on to the bed. "My bed is so comfortable. Here. Feel."
"Is that an invitation?" Sam said with a smirk.
"Maybe. Only if you want it to be."
"I think it is. I accept your invitation." He took a step towards the bed.
"This is my formal invite. Com'on. I think we should try out our new arrangement." He climbed on to the bed and they started to kiss. "Wait. Do you have a condom?"
"Condom?"
Dean woke up and saw Sam fishing around in his dresser drawer. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm looking for-you know-protection."
"Are you sure mine will fit you?" Sam found one and held it up.
"I'd rather it be too small than too big. Yes. It will do." He started to chuckled then he dropped it and it fluttered under the dresser. "Damn it!"
"Yea, you sound sorta insane-"
"Sam if you don't hurry up I'm going to start without you!" Then she giggled.
"God speed, man, god speed." Dean looked around. "Here." He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
Sam took it and started to run towards the bathroom but stopped and turned around and looked at Dean. "It sort of alarms me that you have this at such close access."
"And be unprepared? Not likely."
"Sam?"
"Coming."
"I will be if you don't hurry up!" He ran into Cyn's bedroom quickly.
"How was it?" Dean asked raising his eyebrow.
"It was okay-"
"She's not here-"
"Okay. That was possibly some of the best sex in my life. I mean the girl is a gymnast and she is so beautiful. And she has this tattoo of a figure-8 on her hip-"
"So that was the best out of the three times you've had it?"
"Whatever. I'm in such a good mood I'm going to ignore you. How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good until your delusional girlfriend busted in."
"Hey guys?" Cyn stuck her head in. "I'm feeling like I need an extra boast. I want to go for a run."
"Be my guest."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Twenty minuets. I'll call you if I need anything."
"Okay. Have fun."
"Bye yall." She shut the door.
Dean looked at Sam. "You love her don't you?"
"What? Love-it's complicated-yes."
"I think she's into you too. Why don't you just say it?"
"I don't know. She just doesn't seem ready for me to say it. I mean, how many girls have you dropped the 'L bomb' on?"
"Well one. Cassie. And she dumped me on my ass."
"That doesn't mean she didn't love you too, it just meant she dumped you on your ass."
"You are such a jerk."
"I learned it from my brother."
Dean opened his mouth then closed it angrily. "Sam, you are just bitter cause I'm the one that came out with the looks."
"Obviously I got a tad more of those looks than you think."
"Wanna go out?" Sam and Dean stepped outside.
"Man this place is a dump, look," He kicked a box. "Someone's pregnancy test."
Ha! You get it? You would if you read the last chapter of Underworld. Well seeya!
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