Disclaimer: Yeah... so I only own Kaycee... and I don't own any of the songs mentioned... everrrrrrrr
A/N: Okay... so I stole Dean Winchester and he is currently residing uncomfortably under my bed... OH WELL!!! Keep reviewing!!!!
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Lets get lost tonight
You could be my black kate moss tonight
Play secretary I'm the boss tonight
And you don't give a fuck what they all say right?
Awesome, the christian and and kristen dior
Damn they don't make 'em like this anymore
I ask, cause I'm not sure
Do anybody make real shit anymore?
The club was jumping, alcoholic beverages were being spilled down the throat of the seventy or so people in the club. I, no surprise, was talking up some busty blond chick at the bar, drinking a cup of Heineken. Sam sat alone at a crusty table, drinking a club soda and looking for clues to solve the current supernatural mystery on their hands now. Meanwhile, our little sister was dancing with some random man on the dance floor. His hands were on her hips, his lips placed permanently on her neck. She was facing away from him, smiling deviantly has she felt his finger graze her thigh, rubbing slowly up and down.
Her red hair was sticking to her sweaty back and her eyeliner had smudged, lining her emerald eyes like a raccoon's mask. The man dancing with her couldn't have been less than twenty, he had a small amount of dark stubble lining his jaw, and his eyes were a bright blue that could penetrate the darkest of souls.
My eyes traveled across the club, I spotted Sam, his face obscured by Dad's book, looking for subtle notes in the margin of some kind. But where was my little sister? I looked around some more, my eyes wandering around the dance floor. My eyes traveled over a red head, dancing with some man that looked four times her age on the dance floor.
"Look at that ho." The blond said, taking a sip of the drink I had bought her and sticking her chest out further. She flipped her blond hair over her shoulder, "She obviously has low self esteem." she said with a cackle, before taking another sip.
"I'll be right back." I said to the blond, not sparing her a second glance, positive that I would never see her again, and not really caring. The entire lie I had weaved about my fake life traveled out of my head as I watched my younger sister hanging all over some guy who could've been a rapist for all she knew.
What the hell was she doing? She turned in his arms, her lips parted, and met his. I could see his eyes opening wide, and I knew that look, he thought he was getting lucky tonight. Oh no. Not tonight. Not with my little sister. I stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring in amazement as a twenty year old man slid his hands up my seventeen year old sister's shirt. What, was he on something? How did he not realize that the girl he was making out with was younger than him by at least three years? Why didn't he notice that what he was doing was illegal.
Kaycee was giggling, what was he doing? Biting her ear? I shuddered, reaching out to grab Kaycee by the arm, but something stopped me, the man was wearing a symbol around his neck, one that was familiar to me. I stared at it, spacing out for a moment or so, before remembering my mission and grabbing Kaycee by the arm, causing her to jump a foot in the air.
"Wait your turn buddy." the man said to me, and I stared at him, anger plain on my face. He stared back at me, he still had a firm grip on Kaycee, his hand gently pressing against her ass.
"Dean!" Kaycee hissed, her eyes wide, her face turning red with embarrassment.
"We're leaving." I said, tugging her away, I saw the man slip a paper in her back pocket, then he gave her a quick pat on the ass and walked away.
Kaycee waggled her fingers at him until he disappeared, then shoved me hard and stormed from the club, into the darkness of the night. I watched her until her red halter top disappeared, then walked over to Sam, deciding to give her a little space before I went after her.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but my mommy is making me get off the computer -grumblegrumble-
