God knows why I start with Lust which is the hardest... On another note anyone who reviews constructively gets a cookie?


Chapter 6

"You know Dean, I think we're a lot alike. Maybe we should go back to my place and see if we're even more compatible." Confusion struck Dean; where was he? Last thing he remembered... he'd been in a Connecticut motel with Sam and Cas waiting for a case to turn up. Where were they now? Where was he now? Shaking off the confusion Dean once-overed the fine blonde specimen in front of him. Sure, she knew Dean more than he did her, but who needs to talk?

"Don't you think that would be taking a bit of advantage over her?" Dean spun and found a hot brunette sitting on the other side of him. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of green and Dean couldn't help but wonder if she'd invite him to her room too and the two girls would have a cat fight over him. The brunette rolled her eyes almost like she knew what he was thinking. "Of course I know what you're thinking. I'm part of you."

"What do you mean by that?" Dean asked putting his hand on the thigh of the blonde who was starting to get up.

"I'm your conscience. I know you can't know what's going on but I thought that was obvious. Name's Jackie and come on even you know that you shouldn't be touching her. She has a clear tan line where her wedding ring goes during the day. Don't pretend you didn't see it."

Dean looked over at the blonde to see her reaction to Jackie's words, before realizing that no one but him could see or hear Jackie. Sighing he knew his chance of scoring tonight was gone and he needed to figure out what was going on. Plus Jackie, whether or not she was his conscious, was right-the blonde was married.

"Sorry babe, I don't do married woman. I like them care free and wild," Dean told her paying his tab and getting up from the bar Jackie strolling behind. Once they were out of hearing range of anyone who'd think Dean was nuts talking to no one (which was one of the possibilities, yet in his life not a likely one) he turned to Jackie and said, "Explain."

"Can't," she told him with a flip of her hair. "All I can tell you is your facing a test that you kind of need to pass. Since you can't know what you're being tested on or by whom I'm out of your body and next to you so you can't just ignore what I'm saying. Let me tell you though I'm not going to be all that much help. Your cricket is a bit faulty."

"So you're telling me you're my conscience. And I'm just supposed to believe you?" Dean told her incredulously. No way was this girl his conscious people didn't really have consciouses... did they?

"You don't have any other options. I'm not going away; you can't get rid of your conscience just ignore her." Jackie told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Care to tell me what this test is on because I haven't studied," Dean joked, "At least I have pants on and it isn't one of those dreams."

"This is a serious matter Dean. No joking and pretending you don't give a sh*t. All I can tell you is your virtues are being tested." Jackie told Dean with a mischievous smile.

"Well then I'm getting a big fat F because my virtues burned with my first monster," Dean told her flippantly not wanting to face the idea that this test really was important and he was going to end the world by being such a bad person.

Jackie glared at the boy before telling him firmly, "You can't fail."

Dean strolled down the street wondering if there was any chance of him passing when he didn't even know what he was being tested on. "Fine. Care to tell me where I am and where Cas and Sam are?"

"Technically, you're in Jerusalem lying in a motel with Cas and Sam besides you. They're not all that happy they had to carry you there mind. However... right now you're walking the streets of Las Vegas, Nevada a city as virtuous as you."

"So this is a dream? If I'm dreaming do I just have to wake up?" Dean hoped

"Not a dream per say more a simulation. Whatever you do here won't affect the real world, but it will affect your test. You can't wake up until you finish it," Jackie told him crushing his hopes of wiggling out of this unknown test.

"So what am I supposed to do. Wander around until I pass or fail?" Dean asked a little bit too loudly so people began looking at him strangely.

"You're supposed to do what you always do. Hunt. As soon as you finish the job, your test will be over."

"Great, that's easy. Why didn't you just say so." Dean told her walking purposely to the Impala trunk and opening the weapon compartment. "What exactly am I hunting?"

Jackie's laugh reminded Dean of his mother's and he wondered if in a way Jackie was his mom, his guiding force. "It's a ghost of a psycho priest killing off all the unwedded. Oh and burning his bones wouldn't do you much good because he carries them with him"

"Perfect," Dean laughed, " I can get drunk, win some money, and then get laid while luring the ghost right to me."

Jackie shook her head despairingly. "You do know that drinking, gambling, and sex out of wed-lock is considered wrong by practically everyone."

"God who knew my conscience was so annoying. For once what happens in Vegas really will stay in Vegas, none of this is real, so what the hey let's go all out."

"I'm just telling you that maybe using some poor girl as bait isn't exactly right even if you're going to be a lustful, greedy, gluttonous, d*ck and break every rule in the book. Why am I even here when you aren't going to listen to word I say?" Jackie really hoped Dean would pick up on her hints about what the test was, but unfortunately Dean didn't get it.

"Listen Jackie. You seem like a nice girl and I'm not surprised my conscious appeared as a hot one instead of a cricket. But this is just the way I do things, nobody gets hurt."

"Really? Have you ever wondered if all those girls you have one night stands with regret it? I know you never have but maybe, just maybe, they're not so thrilled to know that they got drunk and hooked up with a d*ck who they couldn't find again if they wanted too. You're selfish that's what you are. You use girls, alcohol, and whatever else you can to hide the fact that you just want to care about something. Why not, for one night, you focus on doing your job and the long term benefits of some self control and not be a fr*gg*ng b*sterd for once in your life."

Dean didn't want to listen to Jackie saying all the things he'd wondered about his entire life. He wished she'd just disappear and was glad he wasn't Pinocchio who always had his conscious yelling in his ear.

"Fine. How am I supposed to find this ghost and take its bones if it only comes to those knocking boots without going to the chapel first?"

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Come on Dean, this is a Vegas Casino. Walk into a bathroom."

Dean had only been to Vegas on one other occasion in which him and Sam stopped by after a month long hunt that had exhausted both them and their virtue, but during that time he'd learnt how to blend in. Loading up his concealable piston with rock salt full casings Dean turned to Jackie as they entered the casino. "You wouldn't happen to be on the same plain as the ghost would you because if he's holding the bones I don't know how I'll grab them."

Jackie smiled happy for once she was being useful and not just yelling at Dean, "It just so happens I am. If you keep the ghost busy I can grab their bones and burn them. You'll have to make the rounds though and find a nice couple to follow back to their room."

"Ugg. I'm going to look like such a creep aren't I? Wouldn't it just be easier for me to hook up?"

Jackie's glare was back, "Easier yes, right no."

"How am I supposed to pay? I don't seem to have any credit cards in this weird dream Vegas," Dean asked which promoted Jackie to make a casino card appear in her hand. "Sweet there a limit on this thing?" Jackie shook her head, "I'm going to drink and play all night."

Jackie's eyes seemed to be in a constant role with Dean's attitude. "Ever heard the words gluttony or greed because I'm pretty sure they're frown upon."

"Gee what are you my conscience?" Dean joked causing Jackie's eyes to roll again. "And I thought gluttony was just eating too much."

"It's anything in excess. Like having a dozen beers instead of 2."

"Whatever," Dean sighed," I don't like being drunk on a hunt anyways and any money I earned wouldn't do me much good once this nightmare is over."

Jackie actually smiled at that. Dean was learning.

Even sober and purposely losing Dean owned the Casino. His presence drew women to him and only with Jackie's constant reminder that he needed to focus on the hunt did Dean reject them. Still, the test didn't end, so Jackie could only hope he hadn't failed and given into one of the deadly sins too much. After about an hour Dean ran into Janell and Justin, a young couple that had plans on hooking up at 1K who practically begged Dean to follow them. Actually, at one point they did beg Dean to make it a threesome. Disgusted and highly disturbed he declined, but had the perfect opportunity to escort them to their room.

It wasn't until Dean was sitting outside the couples room waiting for the screaming of a ghost that he finally began to question Jackie again intent on finding out what was going on.

"If you can't tell me what the test is, can you at least tell me why I'm taking it? I mean how am I supposed to know you're not some demon or even another angel messing with my head?"

Jackie sighed; she'd expected this to come even sooner. "I can't say much, but trust me I am your conscience. You have to do these tests because you're looking for somebody. The only person who can stop a danger. I'm sorry Dean, I can't say more."

"Whatever," he told her slinking to the floor in exhaustion. "I hope I pass and we find this person. Answer me one more thing though. Who could put me in a state like this. Trickster maybe, but I'm betting on angel. Don't tell me I'm dealing with angels again."

Jackie forced a smile, "Dean, your best friend was once an angel. They're not all bad you know."

Dean wanted to press more, but the scream coming from inside the room prompted him to knock over the already picked door instead. Justin and Janell stood naked backs against the wall as a ghostly priest approached them. "Over here dirt bag!" Dean called letting off few rock salt shots. The ghost was strong, strong enough the rock salt didn't send him away, but it did the job of sending him flying knife in hand towards Dean instead of the bewildered and terrified couple."

Jackie dodged around the flying bullets afraid of what they'd do to her. She was practically on top of him and hid backpack full of bones when the ghost noticed her and sent her flying crashing into the wall. Unable to be hurt (because she wasn't exactly alive) Jackie dashed back towards him lighter flaming and caught the bag on fire. A piercing scream went through the air as the ghost burnt with his bones."

"And that ladies and gentleman. Is why you don't be a prude," Dean joked just as he felt a tug pulling him from the simulation and into a different world.

Dean looked around the motel room hearing the normal sounds of Sam showering. (It may sound odd but you live with someone long enough you know what they sound like doing everything). Blinking, Dean wondered if he was out of his dream and back in the real world until he saw Jackie sitting on the bed next to him.

"Congratulations. You just passed the first test which covered... multiple subjects. Only four more to go."

Dean groaned and fell back wishing this could all just be over.