OMG thanks so much for the reviews! I'm so happy Nest is getting such a positive response; I'm doing my best to make her un-Mary-Sue-ish and I think the Destiel will be slow moving but hopefully she'll prompt them into action soon lmao
Sorry for the wait and here's the next chapter!
The ragtag group headed back to their hotel and converged once again in room 112.
Nest threw her keys down on the small table and sat down, opening a beer. The guys raised eyebrows at her before helping themselves to some as well.
Castiel stood as everyone found a comfortable spot.
"So," started Nest. "Am I getting left behind or am I coming with? Because I can do just fine without you but I can also be a pretty big asset, if you don't mind me saying."
"What makes you say that?" Dean asked cryptically. Sam shot him a subtle bitchface at his rude tone but didn't say anything and took another drink.
"Well I'm a fast reader and runner. I often get overlooked in a fight because I'm small but I'm fast and a damn good sniper if you ever need backup from afar."
Sam clicked his tongue and looked like he was mulling it over. "We've never even considered having long range support before."
"Sam…"
"Also, sometimes the monsters you hunt have some pretty classy taste club-wise and it would be nice to not plaster myself to some creepy old man to get in. Because some clubs you need a hot girl to get in."
Dean snorted. "You consider yourself hot?"
She glared and crossed her arms. "I may not look like much wearing crap comfy clothes but I can be damn sexy when I want to be. It's useful."
"Dean, maybe just for a trial run? I mean, we might as well give it a shot."
"Sam, no. We could end up getting her killed."
"Cas is here and it's his job to protect her. Plus, he'll be around more often. And long-range support sounds like a neat asset."
"Sam!" Dean scoffed in disbelief. "C'mon! Seriously? She's just a kid!"
"So was I when I got dragged back in. She's asking for it, too. Just temporarily at first, Dean. Nothing permanent."
Castiel silently spoke up. "If I may intercede, Nest mentioned earlier her usefulness. There is a small nest of vampires not far from here at an exclusive club. You will need to be a part of a couple in order to get in and she can be quite persuasive. Perhaps allowing her to prove this to you will sway you."
"Fine!" exclaimed Dean indignantly. "Fine! Whatever! When do we leave?"
She smiled sweetly, shallow dimples making their presence known on the curve of her plump cheeks.
She threw her hair up messily and made a shooing motion. "Now scram, the only one allowed to see me even nearly naked is Cas."
The door was slammed in their faces before Dean even processed what she just said. Laughter came from within (obviously hers) and Sam stared in shock.
"Hey, do you think those two are maybe just a bit too close?"
"Sammy, he's an angel. I doubt he's bumping uglies with a vessel." Dean growled as he spun and stomped down the hallway to their room.
"Didn't stop you and Ana…er…Anael." Sam pointed out dryly, unlocking the door. "Besides, one would think you would be happy he's finally getting laid."
"At what point in this conversation did it become fact that they're sleeping together? Drop it, Sammy. It's none of our damn business what Cas does with who in his spare time."
Dean opened his bag with such ferocity he thought he broke the zipper. He dug through for his toothbrush and went about his routine in a broody silence, leaving Sam to watch him warily through curious eyes.
It was damn annoying.
The next day was filled with nothing but sitting in Dean and Sam's hotel room alone with Nest while Castiel fought some battle sharpening weapons.
Dean was impressed with her knife collection. Some were huge but all were in wicked designs that seemed to serve no purpose other than ornamentation.
He whistled low and grabbed one that looked like it was made from bones. "Beautiful collection. Little fancy though."
"Yeah, my dad bought them off of a TV show; 200 bucks for around fifteen knives and two swords. They look pretty but they function nice, most of them. I like my plain machete any day."
Most of the time spent after that was filled with television and sharpening knives. Sam cleaned their guns meticulously in the corner. Nest had to show him how to do hers because it was a newer issue glock that slid together perfectly. "Filled with hollow-point rounds," she had remarked casually. "My dad recommended them. They shatter on impact and can rip up a lot inside. Like its own mini shotgun."
"How many vamps have you taken out before?" Asked Dean casually.
"One or two. Though after they're dead I'm usually reduced to a sobbing mess. Cas says it'll get easier with time, but it hasn't yet."
"What'll get easier?" He murmured, absentmindedly testing the sharpness of his blade.
"Well technically I am facing my greatest fear. I was kidnapped along with my sister, guys. It was a pretty traumatizing experience. Cas keeps finding me nests to take out saying I need to face my fears but I almost never go."
"Afraid of getting bit?" Asked Sam, tearing his eyes away from his laptop screen.
"Actually, no…I don't fear the biting. It's the drinking. I have this thing about veins. Those little tubes of life going empty and you feeling every bit of it drain away?" She swayed, looking slightly nauseous. "No, thank you. I can't even go to the doctor to get a shot without being sedated."
The room was filled with more awkward silences and small talk before she looked at the clock and realized the time.
"Alright, time to get ready." She reached into her bag and threw some clothes at Dean and Sam.
They started at looked up at her in confusion. "I wasn't kidding when I said 'high class'. It's going to be hard enough to get in without you two looking like backwoods hicks. Designer jeans and button ups. Get ready. I'll be in my room when you're done."
The boys exchanged looks as she walked out the door with her weapons in a bag.
They stood in front of her door and knocked. Dean shifted uncomfortably and surveyed himself as they waited. He peered over his shoulder at the embroidered wings and Latin script that was the lightest of grays on his white shirt. The fabric was thicker than he was used to; heavier and the designer stonewashed jeans were too soft for his liking.
"I feel like a goddamned monkey."
Sam rolled his eyes, looking comfortable in his black jeans and dark red top. His was just plain, no embroidery. "Shut up, Dean. These clothes probably cost a fortune."
Finally, the door opened. Neither got a good chance to see Nest before she was walking away without word. Castiel was in there as well and she presented her back to him. The angel began to place a strange tape on her sides with familiarity as she held her arms forward.
It was then they both realized she wasn't wearing a shirt.
Or much of anything.
"Close the door." She said calmly, looking at herself in the mirror as Cas did whatever the fuck he was doing. The angel himself had changed as well, decked out in a pair of skinny gray designer jeans tucked into black boots. His hair was mussed more than usual and gelled and his shirt was a deep blue, unbuttoned with a black tank underneath. Chains adorned his waist.
They both gaped and shifted uncomfortably, trying to look elsewhere. Dean discreetly stared at Cas, wondering absently what else he could use those chains for before stomping that thought out almost immediately.
"Dude, my nipples are covered by nip stickers. Calm down. Other than that, it's nothing no one else will be seeing. Cas is just putting Hollywood tape on so my shirt doesn't blow off."
"What shirt?" Snickered Dean. Sam whacked his brother's elbow in annoyance.
She turned her face and gave him a deadpan look. "The one in my hands."
They then got a good look at her makeup. Her face was expertly done with light blush and a bronzer under her cheekbones to make them stand out. Her eyes popped with two layers of liquid eyeliner, gold and black, ending in elegant double wings. Her lips were a deep rose pink. Her hair had been artfully curled and piled on top of her head like the statues of Greek goddesses, flaming red in the crappy lighting of the motel.
Castiel stepped back and she carefully wiggled into her top, adjusting as best she could. The top was a halter and draped down her breasts in a waterfall of white fabric that twisted around her waist, dipping low into her cleavage and showing the smallest bit of her abdomen. Nest pressed her shirt onto where the tape had been placed on her ribs and they saw her entire back was bare still. A locket lay between her boobs and she wiggled, adjusting her short shorts. They were almost liquid, the leather shone so bright, and covered in buckles. She stepped into a pair of clunky black heels that brought her height taller than Castiel's and probably Dean's and spun. "Ta-da~" she sang. "Quite the transformation, right? It's the bronzer. Helps my face not look so kiddish."
Sam smiled. "You were right. You look completely different. Beautiful, even."
"You say that like I wasn't before."
"You were just pretty."
Dean made gagging noises at Sam's compliments. Castiel gave the hunter a deadpan stare. "Nest is a beautiful human, Dean. I am surprised you are not trying to advance upon her."
Said hunter blushed and stuttered. "Well, uh, she's kinda…kinda a kid, y'know? I'm at least a decade older and she's way too young. Besides, if she's gonna be traveling with us then I don't want anything to mess it up."
Nest beamed. "Does that mean I get to come?"
"After we take out these vamps…maybe."
She hummed happily and flounced over to hug Dean. She turned him until he was facing the door and she was facing Cas. She made eye contact with the angel and pointed at Dean's shirt, mouthing something and giving him a thumbs up. Sam gave her an odd look and turned to Cas to ask what that was about when he noticed the powerful being shifting uncomfortably and looking at his hands, face tinged with pink. He turned back to Nest, who just winked at him and grabbed her purse. "Time to go! Your guys' car will do fine. It's a classic so they won't question what we're doing there. Don't always need a BMW."
Minutes later they were all piled into the car, music blasting and Sammy sulking at having to listen to Zepplin for the zillionth time. Nest took pity on him and handed him her iPod with the clear message to plug it in. So he did, quickly. The iPod dock was still attached, after all.
Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" almost instantly overrode "Black Dog". Nest danced in the back seat, throwing an arm around Castiel to get him to dance with her. Sam laughed, looking at the angel's almost alarmed expression in the rearview mirror. Dean looked back and chuckled too, both trying to ignore the almost-bad singing of the girl.
It took nearly an hour and a half of driving but they finally reached "Mana" and saw the line that snaked around the entire block. They parked the car in a lot that cost more than Dean would have liked and strolled right up past the line straight to the bouncer.
"Nest Freemark." She grinned placing a hand on her hip and relaxing one leg like a supermodel would. "Party of four."
The huge bouncer gave her a sour expression before looking at his papers and nodding. "You're approved. Who are they?"
She grabbed Dean's arm. "My boyfriend, his boyfriend, and his brother." She winked and Dean tried not to give them away when she referred to Cas as his boyfriend.
This chick had some serious issues and Dean wasn't sure if he liked her style.
But it got them in and the loud music and flashing lights took over everything. "So where are they?" Asked Dean tensely.
She didn't even look at him, just kept walking up to the bar. They all sat down and she scratched the back of her neck. "VIP booth in the back just left of the dance floor. What's your plan?"
"Lure them out 'n gank them."
"How?" She snorted.
Sam cleared his throat. "Well, there's you. Just…get their attention. You said you could, right? Dance for them."
She blushed, an honest-to-god blush after everything they had seen, and muttered, "Well that means I need someone to dance with. So which of you lucky fellas will it be?"
"I believe Sam would intimidate the vampires into avoiding you."
She shook her head at Cas. "You might be right. I would look like one of those girls who likes to start a bar scene and they don't want that."
"So that leaves Dean or Cas," Sam snickered. "I vote Cas."
Dean made a noise of protest. "He doesn't even know how to dance! He's an angel for Chrissake, how would he know how to move?"
She smiled and giggled. "He knows how to dance, Dean. Angels are blessed with dance and song. They were long before us. He'll understand dancing better than anything else, trust me."
Nest grabbed Cas' hand and turned to the brothers for one last look. Dean was grumbling and pouting and Sam's eyes sparkled with amusement. He winked at her and ordered two beers as she dragged Cas out. She could practically feel Dean craning to watch them, which wouldn't be hard. The night was still young and the dance floor wasn't congealed with people yet.
She was lucky the DJ had good taste. Yolanda & Be Cool's "We No Speak Americano" screamed over the system and she felt Castiel's sure hands on her waist, allowing her to use his body as a backdrop for her performance. She looked over at the VIP tables and made eye contact with an attractive young vamp and licked her lips.
She began her performance right as the singer's voice came over the speakers in spanish, doing her best to forget that this was Cas and she didn't like him like that.
His hands slid down her bare back to her thigh which quickly wrapped around his waist and he dipped her, sliding his free hand down her sternum. She snapped up and unwrapped herself. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, her hands flying up to tangle themselves in his hair, dipping his head to the junction of her neck. Their hips moved in sync to the beat and her eyes never moved from the vamps. After a pause in the music they began to tango quickly, Castiel taking the lead and showing her what to do. She laughed at every one of her mistakes and surprisingly had fun, even when forcing eye contact with the vamp. She saw him lick his lips at one point and instead of shuddering she winked; it was easy enough to make herself forget he was more than an attractive human male who might just want to get into her pants.
All in all, the angel was an amazing dancer and she figured if he was going to be a socially awkward millennia old creature he had to have picked up some human skills. Apparently speaking with his body was one of them, even if the body wasn't truly his own.
The song ended and she hugged him, thanking him for the dance softly. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, the vampire heading over. She didn't acknowledge she noticed and instead asked Castiel loud enough for him to hear, "Wanna get me a drink, Cas?"
The angel's eyes flickered with minor concern and he nodded and left, all of the sensualized movements and expressions his body had before leaking out and leaving him.
She did get to catch a glimpse of Dean and Sam though and their faces were priceless. Dean looked unsure whether to be shocked, aroused, or angry but mainly angry and Sam was just shocked and kind of impressed. Also amused at his brother's anger. But that had little to do with the dancing itself.
Castiel was sweating and sat down calmly. He became aware of the brothers' staring and shifted uncomfortably. "Your staring is unnerving and awkward."
"Where on earth did you learn to dance like that?" blurted Sam.
Castiel cocked his head. "Spain. 1940. And all angels are blessed with song and dance with which to praise our Father. It is the norm."
"And you decided dancing like-with the grabbing-and the-" Dean stuttered, face red.
"I think," Sam interrupted, shooting Dean a look of annoyance. "What Dean is trying to say, is why dance so explicitly?"
"You consider the way in which I conducted myself as inappropriate."
They looked uncomfortable but nodded, at a loss as to why Cas would have no qualms dancing like that with what was almost a child in their eyes.
"It was the music that dictated the dance, not the other way around. Also, you seem to forget that we just sent her to seduce a vampire. It requires actual seducing and she is no child. She has succeeded." He grunted, nodding his head in her direction where she was dancing even closer with the vampire than she had with Cas, their bodies melding together. The song ended and she kissed his cheek and headed over to the bar, sweating and smiling.
"Get this," She cackled, sitting down at the bar. "His name is Edward."
Sam let out a snort and Dean rolled his eyes. Cas just sat there.
"Is he taking the bait?" the angel asked insistently.
"Look at the way they were dancing. Of course he took the bait." Snorted Dean bitterly, taking a drink of his beer.
Nest flinched and looked down, cheeks tinged with pink.
Sam glared at his older brother's insensitivity. "Where did you learn to dance like that?"
"Ten years of dance when I was younger," She mumbled. "Anyways, Ed over there is inviting me back to his place and I'm supposed to tell you I'm leaving. Gimme a vial of dead man's blood and we'll head out in the alley way. You better get there fast because if he gets to handsy or tries to use tongue I'm holding you accountable."
Sam handed over the blood and watched as she spun around and stomped off, curls bouncing angrily.
"You have upset her."
"No shit. Dean seems to have a way with words and jealousy today."
Castiel again cocked his head and stared at Sam. "Why would Dean upset her if he was jealous of my dancing with her? I thought he considered her a child."
"I'm right here, guys. C'mon, we gotta go. They're on the move. And I am so not jealous of Cas."
Sam shook his head at his brother's obliviousness and got up to circle around to one side of the alleyway.
Edward [Good God, why did that have to be his name?] had grabbed her around the waist and was leading her out the side entrance into said alleyway.
"Well, pretty lady…looks like you're in for quite the treat tonight." The vampire smirked and pressed her up against a wall. Her skin crawled in disgust and she smiled back.
"I actually don't think so."
The vampire frowned, insulted. "What makes you say that?"
"I think you're the one in for the treat."
The irritating smirk was back and his hands traveled down her waist to her wrists which he pinned on either side of her head.
She went in to kiss him and he kissed back vigorously for a few seconds before stumbling backwards and spitting the dead man's blood out of his mouth, lip bleeding from where she had bit him. "You bi-"
The insult was lost as she stabbed him in the neck with the needle, his eyes rolling up and him passing out almost immediately.
The boys came out of their hiding places in the alley and started to haul him towards the impala, intent on getting info on the rest of his coven.
They headed for an abandoned farmhouse nearby where, cheesily enough, no one could hear him scream.
They got there and Edward had started to stir so they gave him another dose and watched him wake up and realize the shit he was in. He was chained to a chair in the middle of a ratty-ass living room with two hunters, a huntress, and an angel of the lord standing around a table that held a bunch of sharp-looking objects.
They watched as the severity of his situation sunk in and he swallowed audibly.
Wordlessly, Dean grabbed a knife dipped in dead man's blood and smiled coldly. "Well, now, I think you have some information you're just dying to spill."