Chapter 4: Ran Out of Luck

He lost four hands before Balthazar tossed in his cards and called it a night at the casino bar. It had been only a day. One day since his little flirtations with Sam Winchester and he was acting like a morose child who just lost his favorite toy. Balthazar couldn't help the twinge of need and hunger to see Sam again especially after their brief yet torrid moment in the bathroom.

Bloody hell, he thought, running his hand through his short blond hair and ordered a double martini to take the edge off the erection bulging in his trousers. He made a weak attempt to lounge at the secluded bar, watching the casino patrons pass by but his mind continued to return to his last moment with Sam.

That kiss… Balthazar turned it over and over, replaying every second. At first he berated himself for even caring about that inconsequential kiss. He'd been kissed plenty of times and kissed more beautiful women and the occasional man with his time spent on Earth so far.

Except, Balthazar never recalled being kissed like that. With a passion, that bordered on desperate. The way Sam took and tasted. The way he bent Balthazar to his will in only a few seconds but those precious seconds shared made his whole world shift unexpectedly. His heart hammered just remembering Sam… his face when he orgasmed, those full lips when he devoured him. Everything down to the way his soft brown hair felt brushing across his face.

The dark lights of the bar flickered across. He sat back in the booth, letting his memories fill him and let the darkness conceal his throbbing cock tenting in his slacks. Balthazar leaned his head heavily back against the maroon cushioned booth and pressed the heel of his palm into his groin. It ached deliciously. He wanted to go to Sam… he wanted him to put out this fire he had started. But he couldn't. Not with Dean sticking around.

It was hard enough just getting Sam, his dragon, to warm up even a little to help him. And the idea of Dean ever warming up to him was laughable. So instead, Balthazar waited until Dean was out of sight and the angel could give Sam what he wanted. His damn location on the wonder-twin hunters that Sam wanted revenge on. Sure, Balthazar wanted his own revenge. But he wouldn't get it through them. It was the person who instructed them to steal the stone from in the first place that he was interested in.

So Balthazar waited for the appropriate time to drop in on Sam. He wondered if he was feeling the same burning in the pit of his stomach to finish what they had started in the motel… Blood rushed to his groin again, swelling. He sighed, sipped his martini and shifted in his seat, trying to ease the ache.

Suddenly he heard the cocking of a pistol, it was subtle in the Vegas bar but Balthazar could recognize that sound and the sense of danger creeping up his spine. He opened his eyes slowly to see Walt and Roy standing in front of his table, armed and extremely pissed off.

The last time he'd seen these boys was a few nights ago.

Balthazar had suspected Raphael might have sent one of his garnish angel thugs after the stone and maybe instead conned these two hunters into stealing it. Raphael knew he would never hand over the stone willing and he had to get close to Balthazar somehow. So he assumed Raphael used these two thick headed hunters who seduced Balthazar with copious amounts of booze and loose women. He thoroughly enjoyed himself that night and he realized, after the buzz had finally faded, that his stone was missing.

A night spent debauchery and whoring had its' nasty paybacks especially when one was an angel.

"Gentlemen- I'd say I'm pleased to see you again so soon but that'd make a liar out of me." He teased, sipping his martini casually as if two loaded guns were pointed at him.

Balthazar had never been afraid of human weapons. They were after all useless against him or any other angel. Except he also noticed the glint and gleam of the angel killing daggers under both their jackets. A few shotgun rounds to the chest and Balthazar might get distracted enough to get stabbed through the gut with one of those blades. So he was cautious none the less with the two lethal hunters before him.

"Give us back the stone, Balthazar." Walt's eyes blazed with a furious rage at him.

"Sorry boys- I don't have it."

"We know you stole it," Roy, the calmer one of the two, said.

"Actually- you stole it from me, remember?" He shrugged, "I believe I had every right to take back my property from you imbeciles."

Walt stepped forward threatening, pointing a finger at him, "Tell us where the stone is or I'll personally enjoy guttin' you."

"I hid it. So nobody will be finding it soon, trust me on that." Balthazar lied easily. The truth was… Sam had the stone. He had slipped the stone into Sam's jacket pocket before he left the motel. He knew that whoever was desperate enough for the weapon would use Balthazar to get it. But not Sam. No one would suspect or even know of Sam's involvement.

Roy put his hand out to stop his fellow hunter from walking into a fight he couldn't win. "Balthazar- we know you had help. So just give us the stone and we'll be on our way." His voice was too calm.

Balthazar cocked an eyebrow, suspicious of them. How did they know already the stone was gone? Did they know about Sam? Who had they dealt with for the weapon? How did they know so much about angels? Questions buzzed in his mind, wondering how he should play the hand these two hunters dealt him.

"I don't have it." Balthazar stated flatly. "You boys are wasting your time."

Roy pursed his lips, eyes narrowing. He turned to Walt, they both nodded, slipped their hands out from underneath their jackets where their guns were tucked away. Hands empty of guns as they turned and began walking away.

Balthazar leapt to his feet, alarmed. "That's it? No interrogation? No gutting?" he taunted them, hoping that Walt or even Roy would spill something in emotion.

Walt spun, face hard. "We got what we wanted from you."

"Walt, enough," Roy interrupted, grabbing his forearm and pulling him away.

What? Balthazar stared hard into Walt and suddenly vanished from his booth to stand right in front of the hunter. His hands shot out and gripped the hunter by the throat, squeezing, not caring who saw or if he killed this man. He was tired of running and playing games. It was now or never and these boys had run out of luck with Balthazar.

Walt's eyes grew wide in shock, Roy pulled out his angel dagger. Balthazar blocked the swing of the blade, knocking the blade out of his hand and held Walt easily around the neck, applying pressure.

"Who sent you? Why are you after the bloody stone?" He demanded from them.

Walt's face became blue and his eyes rolled back. Roy finally showed some emotion, fear. "It was Virgil!"

Balthazar's head snapped to Roy, who had locked his eyes on his soon to be dead friend. "What?"

"Virgil," Roy explained quickly, knowing he didn't have much time left. "Virgil wanted the stone- he sent us to get it from you. We've been working for him the past few weeks trying to get it. He knew you stole it back yesterday with Sam Winchester." Roy sputtered when Walt went limp in Balthazar's hand. He became frantic now, "He sent us here to make sure you didn't have it. He knew you'd leave it with Sam."

Balthazar felt a chill race up his spine, "Where's Virgil?" But he already feared he knew the answer to his own question. His thoughts focused on Sam.

Roy's lips trembled, "He's after the stone… he's going to get it back from Sam Winchester."

Balthazar had no time to warn him. He had to get to Sam now and reach him before the vicious angel got to him first. The idea of Virgil ripping Sam apart, limb for limb was not hard to imagine. And he ignored the sickening feeling that gutted through him like a knife.

He released his hold on Walt. He dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks. Roy knelt to his friend's side, concern and panic etched his face.

Balthazar suddenly noticed the Las Vegas hotel security descend on them. His luck just ran out here in Vegas. He just hoped that Sam was luckier than he was.

He needed Sam to be safe. Virgil was dangerous and last time they escaped him, it was by the scrape of their teeth.

Now Sam would be tortured for the stone, which he didn't even knew he had. Balthazar felt the shame and guilt twist at him. He had to save Sam- not because of the guilt but because of something indefinitely more vital.

Sam had become important to him. And he feared losing him.

Balthazar glared down at Roy, "Next time I see you, either of you…" Roy met his hostile eyes, "I will kill you both." He snapped his fingers and vanished from the bar.

TBC