Hey everyone. How's everybody these days? Sorry I took so long for the next chapter. I was kinda writing other stuff, and schools been a bitch lately... Well anyways, I hope you like this chapter. And thanx to all the old faithful people reading my story, and the new people reading it too. Love you guys!

Chapter 9... Gimme A Kiss!

Dean tapped his foot on the stoop, looking down, waiting. He turned back and looked at the impala, where Sam sat quietly, looking at him. The door opened, and Dean looked in front and before he could say anything, the dude who opened the door said, "Hi. Umm… can I help you?" Dean's eyes went right to the red triquetra on the guy's neck. The guy, who seemed around 25 to 30, had black, short spiked hair, and chiseled features. He smiled at Dean, who mustered a fake smile and said, "Hey, I'm umm… De- umm, Monica. Yeah, Monica. And I'm, a friend of Alex, your ex."

The guys smile faded a little, and Dean continued, "Well I was just wondering if you'd like to get some coffee with me sometime? Possibly…" He was interrupted by the guy who said, "Wait a sec. I just found out your name and you don't even know mine. And you're already asking me out?" Dean looked down, looked up again, gave his best smile and said, "What can I say… I'm easy."

3 Coffee's and 4 Hours Later... Back at the motel

"The dude has nothing. I spent fuckin four hours with him, and nothing. I'm telling you, if he was a demon, I would have known." Dean plopped down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Sam walked around the room, a little nervous, a little annoyed. "Come on, you must have seen a little of… I dunno… Satan in him or something. No eyes flashing, no evil smiles, no projectile vomiting? Nothing? Really?" Dean got up, irritated and said, "No Sam. Actually he danced naked in front of me after which the demon left his body, and I killed it using the sugar from the coffee bar."

Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Maybe he only changes into his demon form at night. That would even explain how come he didn't recognize you. Right? Cause come on, he would have known if you were the one he had changed into a woman. Don't you think? I think there's only one way of finding out if he's the demon…" Sam looked at Dean and said, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean looked back at Sam and said, "You better not be thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking."

"Yup, that's what I'm thinking."

2 Days Later... 11 PM

"You're a really great dancer, Adam," lied Dean, while he recklessly tried to move his feet on the dance floor. He was going to kill Sam for getting him that tight, black tube top, which had sparkling letters on it that said, "Come get it while it's still available..."

Adam smiled and put his hand around Dean's waist, and Dean flinched a little, but tried hard not to show it. His face seemed to have become accustomed to fake smiles. Adam slowly tried to push him closer, and closer, and Dean tried his hardest to wriggle his way out. But Adam closed his eyes and turned his head to the left, meaning only one thing.

But Dean pushed him back, and said, "Woo! It sure is hot in here. Isn't it?" Adam smiled and said, "Its not. But you are…"

Oh come on dude, even I don't go that low, thought Dean. "I feel like I need a drink. Why don't I get one?" Adam nodded and said, "I'll get it, what do you want?" Dean by mistake rolled his eyes, but quickly said, "No no, I need some air. I'll just be back in a sec."

11 Drinks Later... In the parking lot

Dean tried reaching for his breath, but there seemed to be smoke in the air. "Sammy, it's me, Dean. Ok, this is seriously not working. I've had to dance with this flirtatious asshole for over 3 hours, and the dude would fuck a pole if he was alone! He's tried to lean in on me so many times; it's actually making me look bad. And there's nothing I've been able to find about the demon either. There haven't been any changes in him, and there isn't even any howling at the moon or shit like that. I'm coming home, I've had enough." Dean clicked the phone, and looked back, where he saw the drunken Adam stumbling towards him.

"Hey baby, what's the matter? Come here to daddy… Gimme a kiss!" Dean rolled his eyes, and went forward and punched the dude in his face, hitting him against the glass of one car, after which he fell to the floor, most probably knocked out. Dean went close to him, and kicked him in his stomach, just to make sure he was knocked out, and he was.

I can't believe I wasted this much time for nothing, thought Dean. As he was about to leave and get a cab, a card lying next to Adam caught his attention. It seemed to have fallen out of Adam's pocket, and Dean knew it wasn't a credit card. He bend down and picked it up, and looked at the sign on the top, The Official Charmed Fan Association of Chicago.

Aww crap, thought Dean.

Hope you liked it. And dont worry, Dean and Sam will stumble upon a real clue soon... Please review...