A/N: Hi there! I'm sorry for the sooo late update, but it's been a crazy time for me. Good news are... I'll get a new computer next week for my birthday, and I'll be able to write whenever the hell I want. Meaning, the story is gonna be faster updated... XD
So, enjoy the chapter, I'm thinkin about makin them shorter, even I get tired of readin them
Song: You can leave your hat on- Joe Cocker
It'd been a dark day in the City of Sin. Two men sat, beers in hand, in a large room, the lights of the Bellagio shining in the night. One was tall, raven black bright hair, in contrast with his dark green eyes. The other was shorter, skinner, and blond. His hands flashed across the keyboard of a very modern computer, what he was doing, the dark haired man didn't know.
A few minutes later, as the sun began to rise, a big black and gold dog walked into the room, his steps unusually quiet. He went straight to sit next to the man in the couch, the dark haired one.
-Hey, Rex- he murmured absentmindedly, rubbing the German shepherd's head. The dog leaned into his touch and relaxed, lying on the floor and falling asleep slowly. There were a few minutes of peaceful silence until the man with the computer yelped in surprise.
-Oh, Jared, you've gotta see this!- he said with laughter in his tone. The dark haired man got up, not at all happy to do so, and stood behind his friend, watching the computer screen. What he saw, he couldn't believe.
-I guess your kid is spreading her southern hospitality- the blond man smirked. Jared was still not breathing. He could've sworn the girl in the screen was his daughter, but that couldn't be possible, could it? A second later, he actually registered his friend's joke and hit him hard in the head.
-Shut the fuck up, Roy- he hissed, grabbing his cell phone quickly and flipping it open.
-Ouch, Jared, that hurt, you know?-
-Then try and not piss me off-
-Touchy, touchy…- Roy chuckled-you know, the girl's an adult, you should let her do whatever the hell she wants-
-You wanna keep breathin', Roy?- Jared asked menacingly, his southern drawl making him sound much more dangerous, and, unique- then shut up!-
-Alright, man- Roy held up his hands in surrender, and decided the best was not to mess with Jared. God only knew how protective and irrational he became when the topic of his daughter was brought into conversation.
Roy sighed, and closed the window of his computer. Too bad, it was one promising affair. No way he wanted to hook up with Jared's kid, but he sure as hell was willing to try one of her "colleagues". It was one fine club, according to his contact; the "Paradise" strip club was one of the most famous in L.A. For its discretion, as much as for its girls. They were supposed to be the best. And, if the pictures he saw were any indicator, they were pretty good.
On the other corner of the big hotel room, Jared was cursing out loud and closely resisted the urge to smash his phone against the wall. He had called her daughter's number ten times, with no answer. He was starting to think she was in trouble. And only he knew how much trouble she could get in.
"Damn it, girl!" he thought "I'm gonna have to go look for you myself, no? Fuck!" he closed his phone and took a deep breath. Roy wasn't paying any attention to him, but he should apologize for his behavior. "Oh, well, maybe later" he told himself. And then, he made his decision.
-Roy, I'm goin' to L.A- He said no hesitation in his tone. Roy turned around in his chair and stared at him for a few seconds.
"Damn, that girl must be in some deep, serious shit" he thought
-Okay- he replied-you're gonna need any money? Are you taking the Charger?-
-Yeah, I'll be fine- he dismissed, already struggling with his suitcase to fit the clothes in. When his daughter was involved, he could never be sure.
-Don't get into too much trouble- Roy begged, remembering last time he went to look for her and shuddering.
-Can't make any promises…- Jared murmured, and Roy sighed
-Fine, then, here- he got up from his chair and walked over to the safe in the room. He took a fairly high amount of money out of it and put it inside Jared's suitcase- And you've got my number on speed dial, right?- he smirked at his best friend and got a barely audible hiss in response to his cockiness. Roy patted Jared's back as a goodbye gesture-See you around man- he said
-Yeah, see ya- Jared smiled tightly and zipped his suitcase closed. With one last pat to Roy's shoulder and Rex's head, he left, muttering something about kids and never ending shit while he gripped his black Dodge Charger keys.
"Damn, Emmanuelle, I hope I'm really wrong about this" was his last thought before jumping into his intimidating car, throwing his suitcase on the passenger seat and starting the Charger with a loud roar that made him smile every time.
-Is it wise for us to park out here?- Emma asked, squinting her eyes from the bright light of the club. Danielle shrugged
-There's no other spot- she replied- and it'd be faster to find the car if we have to run like hell-
-That part is very true- Emma nodded and sighed-fine, let's get this over with- she picked her especially large bag and walked out, taking a deep breath before going inside the strip club. Danielle wasn't far behind her.
-Hello, girls- Priscilla greeted them by the entrance, smiling happily and looking amazingly classy in her short black dress that could make any other woman look like a whore
-Hi- both Sasha and Cathy responded, forcing smiles to their new boss
-Are we ready for tonight?- Priscilla asked, showing her teeth as she grinned
-Yes, ma'am- the both nodded their heads in unison
-Wonderful!- Priscilla clapped her hands together, far more excited than necessary and leaded them to the back of the club to get ready. When they were both inside, her eyes turned pitch black and she waved one of the other girls forward
-Yes, Madame?- the petite blonde asked
-Watch them- she ordered. The tiny woman nodded and for a split second, her eyes turned black too.
-You ready to rock, Sasha?- Emma said, wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manner. Danielle shook her head and smiled just a bit. She finished putting her show outfit and checked herself in the mirror. Just out of habit. Emma walked behind her and smirked.
-We look good, sis- she commented, making Danielle laughed. They looked like real sisters, far more alike than they usually did. They both wore white shirts, and a black short skirt, with garnets and tights, and some really high heels. Their hair was up, in a sexy, hot secretary way, and covered. But the cherry in the cake was their matching underwear, white and black, but so, so damn innocent they were sure anyone who saw them was probably going to remember the show for the rest of the night, and possibly the rest of their lives.
-Everything's set, girls- Tom, the music guy told him. Danielle threw him a sideways glance and he went back to his job.
-What are we waitin' for?- Emma grabbed her cousin's arm as they made their way to the stage. Everything was dark, only the lights of the bar shining in the back. But even in the dark, Danielle saw Dean's masculine shape. She could know that beautiful body anywhere. And of course, next to him sat a very tall, very intimidating guy. Emma winked at her and they got ready, standing on either side of the stripping pole, hands resting lightly on it. But, to everyone's surprise, they were hiding behind an American blind. The public was able to distinguish their feminine silhouettes, but they couldn't see their actual bodies. It made them all shifted in their seats, excited.
When Sam and Dean walked inside the club, a weird feeling came over them, like they were about to face something really nasty. Dean stiffened, studying the place and committing everything to his memory, just in case. They were a few minutes earlier than they were supposed to, but that didn't stop Priscilla from very enthusiastically show them around.
When they finally made it to their table, Dean smiled at the older woman flirtingly, knowing that in all that mess, she played an important role. And, to be honest, for her age, she didn't look half bad. Priscilla moved her hair off her face, in a very explicit gesture, and made her way to the entrance, where she kept her place as hostess.
Dean sighed in relief. He didn't want to be near her anymore than strictly necessary, and that was becoming a lot more by the day. Sam ordered them two whiskies, on the rocks, and they waited for the girls to finally appear. They were the first one tonight. Dean was already for his second scotch when the light began to soften, and the public emerged into a community groan of approval.
Dean's groan was far away from it. He knew Danielle had prepared something awfully, sexy, for that special show, and he hated every minute of the anticipation that threatened to make him lose his already fragile coolness. Hundreds scenarios flashed through his mind, thinking about Danielle's favorite songs to use. But never, in his wildest dreams, he imagined she could do that. It was no big deal, and honestly, a little cliché, but it almost made him come right then. When he saw the American blinds covering the girls' bodies, he knew.
-Holy fuck!- he gasped, and looked at Sam, wide eyed. Sam's jaw seemed to be on the floor, but he quickly composed himself. But man, it was going to be one hard night.
There was no presentation today. The speakers were quiet until the girls stood on stage, looking like a freaking oasis in the middle of the freaking desert. Both brothers hissed at the sight of their "clothes", even when they couldn't actually see them. The teasing made everything worse, but what really got them going was the shadow of the hats they were wearing. And as the song began, they couldn't help but smirk. The girls sure knew how to get a guy desperate for it.
The song started at the exact same time Danielle moved. Dean could tell it was her, her waist and hips were a little more rounded than Emma's. She was on the right, moving to the song like a pro. Slowly, Emma began moving too, teasing, both dancing around the strip pole and, very carefully, taking each other's clothes off. Dean and Sam's expression were priceless.
Behind the blind, Emma winked at Danielle yet again, reaching up to undo the top button of her shirt. Danielle got the idea quickly, and they began their sexy striptease. With the hats still on, they removed their shirts, all the while dancing around the pole and to the sound of the song. Danielle couldn't help get a little bit carried away. She really loved the stupid song after all.
-We deserve the fuckin' Oscar after this- Emma murmured, grinning smugly. Danielle nodded, making an extra teasing move on the pole. They were now on either side of it, like in the beginning. Danielle moved her hand to unzip her skirt, perfectly coordinated with Emma. And as soon as the skirts were gone, they heard an enthusiastic cheer from the audience and smiled. In only their black and white underwear, tights and hats, they made their way to the other side of the blind.
And when Dean thought his pants couldn't get any tighter, they did. The second he saw Danielle's perfect body in those ridiculously innocent white panties and bra, he almost came. The black hat and the high heels were not helping either. The guys around them cheered and whistled like crazy, making the girls smirk.
All of the sudden, two chairs appeared on stage. He didn't know where they came from, but they were there, and the girls were sitting on them. He prepared himself for what was to come. Always coordinated, they both lifted their right legs, and slowly but thorough, they slide the tights down their mile long legs. The move was amazingly erotic, and modest even. And again, the coordination of the two cousins never ceased to surprise Dean. Or Sam for that matter.
Once the tights were gone, the chairs were too. And the girls stood in the stage, in nothing but matched underwear and hats. Danielle was the first to tease. She turned around, giving her back to the public (and a very nice view too) and, with a fun smirk, she undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Emma let out a gasp of faked shock. She didn't turn; instead, she stood with her ocean sparkling blue eyes locked with Sam's. Danielle, who was now covering herself with her hands, did a wonderful job of taking her cousin's hat off, and putting it in front of her.
Again, the public cheered and whistled, but somehow softer. They knew the show was over. And so did the girls. Now was the time for the truth. They needed to find Anthony, and fast. The song ended and the girls waved their goodbyes, took the bills that were scattered all around the floor and went back stage.
-Hurry up- Danielle hissed at her cousin-we've gotta catch that succubus soon-
-Amen, sister- Emma agreed, already putting her previous outfit on. Five minutes later, they were ready to kick some ass.
-Where to?- Emma asked, trying to follow Danielle around the room.
-First, Priscilla's office- She answered- if there's somethin' off about her, it's gotta be in her office- Emma nodded as they made their way upstairs. The place was bigger than they had realized. Priscilla's office was the first door to the right, and, of course, it was locked.
-Unlockin' spell, Em?- Danielle inquired, cursing herself for not bringing her lock pick
-You bet- Emma replied, reciting a spell quickly after that. The door made a "click" sound and Danielle turned the handle. It opened, she smiled.
-If we run out of monsters to hunt, we could make a career out of this- she said, making Emma smirk.
The room was dark and it smelled off. Danielle wondered if they had missed that before. Her cousin seemed to read her mind
-Smell that?- she asked, nodding her head thoughtful- sulfur-
-Oh, shit- Danielle exclaimed
-Right here, by this door- Emma did the unlocking spell again and opened a door that led to a basement of some sorts.
-Careful, I don't like this- Danielle warned
-Me neither-they took one step at the time, slowly because of the lack of light. Finally, they made it downstairs.
-Ugh!- Emma almost screamed- I stepped on somethin' really, really nasty-
Danielle sighed and turned on the small flashlight she had. And what she saw made her gag.
-Is that…?- Emma was near hystericals- Is that a freakin' corpse?-
-Shhh! Shut up! We're gonna be succubus food!-
-Sorry- Emma apologized, though she was starting to freak out
-This is Thomas LeBlanc- Danielle said, examining the body clinically- The body mass is wrong, he was somehow sucked off his strength, literally-
-Succubus fun- Emma murmured
-And there- Danielle pointed her flashlight to another corner of the room- that's Julian Danvers-
-And Joseph Morrigan- Emma added, pointing to another corner
-Damn- Danielle sighed- they're all dead?-
-Hello?- came a voice not far behind them. Both turned around quickly, knives ready to attack
-Hello?- the voice repeated. It was male, and sounded tired, but Danielle could've sworn she recognized it
-Tony?- Danielle asked, a little unsure
-Dani?- the voice was definitely relieved- Dani, oh my God, thank you!-
-Tony!- Both girls ran to where the voice came from. He was chained to the wall, like a medieval prisoner.
-Well, succubus sure like their style, uh?- Emma commented sarcastically
-Oh, dear, you have no idea- said a woman from too close behind them. They spun around to see how Priscilla stood there, Sam and Dean on her flanks, looking really, really whipped by the evil bitch
-What'd you do to them?- Danielle hissed, leaving Anthony in Emma's care. Priscilla laughed delighted.
-Just a little fun- she replied, sucking on his index finger- Dear, you underestimated me- she cooed softly- these boys right here, are very special- she caressed Dean's cheek and Danielle groaned at the action. Priscilla smirked at her and turned her attention to Sam instead
-Like hell you will touch him- Emma growled. She set Anthony down and launched herself at the demon. Who didn't see it coming. Priscilla let out a surprise yell and tried to fought back, but Emma already had her under her binding spell.
-Doesn't look so good now, does it, bitch?- she hissed, straddling her waist to keep her down.
-Dani- she called- get the guys outta here, now!-
-Emma…-
-Just fuckin' do it!- she snapped-once they're away from the succubus, the effect of the compulsion is gone- And Danielle couldn't argue with that. She took Anthony out first, and then came back for Dean and Sam, who looked like zombies. Meanwhile, Emma was losing strength, fast.
-Hurry the fuck up, Dani- she cursed, holding her breath so the spell won't break. But it was wishful thinking. Priscilla smiled evilly, her eyes turning their natural black and she kicked Emma off her.
-Now, girl, you've got much to learn- she said in a singsong voice. Emma couldn't focus her sight, everything was dark. "Remember what Dad said" she told herself "follow the sounds, a clear noise is better than brilliant light". So she did as she was taught many years ago. She followed the sounds. First, she heard Priscilla's breathing, heavy, to her right. Then, for confirmation, her heels tickling on the concrete floor. Emma tried not to jump from the thought of being next to a dead body, and breathed through her mouth to avoid the smell.
-Here, kitty, kitty- Priscilla called- come to momma- her voice turned a deep growl as she said that.
-Here's your lioness, bitch- Danielle told her as she entered the room-play with someone your own size for a change- she defied. Priscilla turned around and it was the opportunity for Emma to act. She again jumped her, trapping her under her own body. Danielle did a binding spell quickly, and they'd finally got her.
-Time for a little exorcism?- Emma asked, exhausted
-Yeah- Danielle nodded and yelled-Sam, Dean, get your asses down here!-
-I was waiting for the signal, babe- Dean said as they walked in
-Yeah, yeah, less talkin', more exorcisin'- Danielle was already using the last of her energy, and her mind was starting to get fussy. She stumbled against the wall. Dean threw her a concerned look but she waved it off. Emma left Priscilla's side, making sure she was well restrained, and went to help her cousin.
-Hey, hey, darlin', I'm gonna get you outta here, okay?-Danielle tried to shake her head in denial but her eyes closed and she fell forward. Lucky Emma caught her in time.
-Get her out, Emma- Dean ordered through clenched teeth. He knew this was going to end badly for her, she wasn't ready to be a full on witch, not yet. And though he hated being succubus food, he knew they were gonna need Danielle in her best shape. Emma glanced at him for a second and didn't think it twice. She took a good hold on her cousin and helped her walked up the stairs and out of the basement.
-There, honey, easy…- she sat her on a chair and hoped for everything that was holy that they guys could manage without their binding spells. One look at Danielle and she knew she had to do something. But clairvoyants were not succubus; they couldn't just get energy from people. She needed a quiet corner, and her amethyst.
Emma fried her brain trying to come up with a solution. She ranked the place with her eyes and found an excellent spot. Taking the amethyst from her back pocket and Danielle's hand, she led them to the little dark corner behind the stage that no one had access to. Not even her, but that was the advantage of being a black belt in karate, a little flexibility is always involved.
-Fuck!- she hissed as she squeezed herself through a small space between walls, tearing a piece of her shirt on the process. And not that the shirt had lots of fabric to begin with. Emma helped Danielle stand as straight as she could, forgetting about the demon downstairs, or the show right next to her. She was going to help her cousin. Otherwise, they'll never hear the end of it, especially from Dean.
She took Danielle's hands in hers, the amethyst hanging from her index finger, and began the incantation her mother taught her long ago. She could feel the energy from the rain and the wind outside starting to channel through her. And she channeled it right to her cousin.
-C'mon, Dani, c'mon, girl, do it for me, take it- she murmured, eyes closed, breath coming in slow pants. She felt Danielle return the squeeze she was giving her and smiled. They could do this. Emma shut her eyes tightly and continued with the incantation and channeling.
A minute or two later, she was actually tired, while Danielle looked ten times better.
-Thanks- she whispered, blue eyes shining with warmth and care.
-Any time- she answered, and put her amethyst away- now, what'd you think we go back and help those two to get rid of the demon bitch?- Danielle let out a soft chuckle and nodded
-That's be ass kickin' good- she replied, smirking lightly now.
But what they found when they went back downstairs was not what they expected.
-What the…?- Emma's voice drowned with the loud thump that came when Priscilla threw Sam flying across the room.
-Goddamn it!- Danielle hissed, now really, really, pissed off. Dean was bleeding, unconscious on the floor, and that image was just disturbing.
-You just dig your own grave, bitch- Danielle told her seriously, a death glare illuminating her beautiful face. She looked at Emma for a second and nodded. They got this.
-Here, slut, come get me, someone your own size- Daniele taunted, waving her hands in the air to get the demon's attention. Priscilla turned her black eyes to her and Danielle took an involuntary step back. From the corner of her eye, she saw Emma moving towards Sam. And towards the demon-killing knife.
-You- Priscilla cooed, she sounded like she was absolutely crazy-you've been a very, very naughty girl, haven't you?- Danielle gasped in shock at her tone and gripped her dagger with her right hand. It couldn't kill a demon, but it could sure as hell harm her.
-I think your daddy was right- Priscilla said after a minute. The boys were still unconscious and Emma was still moving next to Sam. Danielle tensed at her words-he told us you were one of the kind, one of those tough little girls that thought she was the best- she laughed then, madly-he was right, indeed. You need to learn your place in the world; dear- she hissed and right then, launched herself at Danielle. Who was prepared, thank goodness, and stabbed her as soon as she had the chance. Priscilla cried out in pain, but of course, the dagger didn't do much damage.
-Emma, now!- she yelled, pushing Priscilla off her and against a wall. Again, she did her binding spell, but luckily, Emma came running right on time.
-Move- she commanded, and Danielle did as she was told. Emma studied the demon for a second, and smiled smugly.
-Witches always win, bitch- she said. The next thing she did was plunged the knife into Priscilla's chest, straight where her heart would be. The demon wrestled from the pain but died rather quickly.
Emma took the knife back, wiped it clean with Priscilla's dress and put it on her back pocket, precariously. She moved away from the dead demon and turned to her cousin.
-Let's get those two and get the fuck out- she said
-Yes, ma'am-
They took Dean out first, then Sam. It took them a few minutes, those guys were heavy. But finally, they made it to the Impala outside. Of course it didn't help that it was raining bullets.
-I'll clean up- Emma offered. She looked inside the Camaro, where Anthony had been the whole time, and sighed. She ran her gaze from the Impala, to the Camaro, and back. She had to get Anthony out of Danielle's car, and into the Impala.
-You take them, I'll take him- she shook her thumb towards her car and Danielle nodded.
-Hey, there, big guy- she greeted softly. She remembered how many times Anthony helped her and her cousin, he was really something special. Emma smiled lightly and put her hand on his shoulder-time to move, darlin'- she said
-What?- asked a very sleepy Anthony.
-I need you to move to the other car, so Dani can take you home- Emma explained, already helping him get out of the vehicle.
-Okay…- he seemed exhausted. Emma hold most of his weight as they walked, and once he was safely sat in the passenger's seat of the Impala and Emma closed the door, she let out a deep sigh of relief. Danielle smiled at her and Emma nodded, telling her to go. The car's engine roared to life, and Emma watched it leave, dark, in the even darker city.
-Okay, here we go- she spun around, and walked right back into the strip club, her shoulders squared in determination.
-Hey, Cathy!- Mike, the other host called- you've seen Priscilla?- he came walking to her, and as he saw her, he stopped, dead on his tracks
-What…?- he mumbled-what the hell happened?- Emma frowned, not understanding, and looked at herself. "Great" she thought sarcastically, her perfectly nice outfit was ruined, stained with blood, and who knew what else. Plus, she was still carrying Sam's knife.
Emma considered her possibilities. She knew a spell to erase someone's memory, but she would have to use it on more than one person. Or, she could wait for Danielle. "Yeah, like that's gonna happen" she told herself. So, spell it is.
-Mike, come here- she reached out and took his hand. She needed the physical contact for it to work better. She said the incantation in Latin, and was proud of herself. For a dead tongue, she was pretty good at it. Mike looked at her like he didn't recognize her, and Emma smiled. She wished she was able to compel the guy into ignoring her, but that was pushing her limits.
So, she left the guy and went downstairs. And it seemed that every goddamn time she did that, she found a nasty, very nasty surprise. Now, she found one of the show girls, she thought her name was Brandy or something.
The stairs crackled under her weight and the girl turned around. Emma gasped. Her eyes were midnight black.
-Fuck- Emma hissed, fisting the knife with her right hand and adopting a fighting stance.
-You!- the blonde hissed, dropping Priscilla's body, which she was holding, to the ground-you killed her!-
-Yeah, can't get the lady take my boy, sorry- She replied, her heart beating furiously on her chest. The blonde growled, and launched herself at her, in a very demon-way. And of course, Emma luckily saw it coming, just like she saw Priscilla before. She stabbed the blonde, but it was shallow, and not enough to kill her. Emma cursed out loud while the demon grabbed her side, grunting in pain. Blood was staining her white outfit, and Emma was already starting to lose her patience.
-Let's get this over with- she murmured, grabbing the knife firmly and throwing it across the room, hitting right into the blonde's chest.
-Oh, I'm good!- she cheered for herself and watched the demon dropped to the floor unceremoniously.
-Fuckin' demons…- Emma took the knife back. She was going to annoy Sam to no end to keep the knife. It was one useful weapon.
-Now…- she murmured-burn the place down? Or just the basement?- She shook her head- first, take the customers out- she went upstairs to where the fire alarm was and easily activated it. And well, she needed a real fire, right? So, after she was sure everyone was outside, she took a few bottles of vodka and tequila from the bar and sprayed the alcohol around the basement. She took a swing of vodka and gasped at the taste
-One more job finished- she chanted- kinda messy, but…- she took another swing- what's done, is done- she dropped the bottle and walked to the door. Taking out her favorite Zippo lighter, she looked at it sadly
-I'm gonna miss ya- she whispered. After that, she lighted it and threw it on the floor.
-Goodbye, ya'll- she waved and ran out, taking the last amount of energy she had left.
It was a pretty tough thing to do, getting to the Camaro without being seen. But with all the chaos around her, she managed. She took one last look at the strip club and nodded her head in silence. Usually, cases took a lot of her. And this one was no exception.
Emma drove through the streets of Los Angeles in a peaceful quietness. She was satisfied and happy Anthony was unharmed. But all her peace ended once she got to the house.
Two cars were parked outside. One was the Impala, the second was a black Dodge Charger. She knew that car. Since she was a baby, she knew that car. And it could only mean one thing.
The tap on her window made her jump. She looked, shocked, to the man standing outside the Camaro. He was tall, dark haired with bright green eyes. Since her window was a little down, she could hear his voice, clear and calmed.
-Hi, baby girl, it's been a while- the man smiled at her warmly, and she felt her lips curving into a smile as well.
-Hi, dad- she mumbled, not sure of her voice right then. She didn't expect him there, that was for sure.