Sex and Violence Part 1

Dean and Angela were sleeping.

"Yeah." Sam said.

A truck horn sounded. Dean and Angela woke up. They turned to see Sam not in his bed.

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing." Sam continued.

Dean leaned up on an elbow and watched Sam talk on the phone in the bathroom. Angela shook her head and closed her eyes again.

"Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking." Sam said. "You keep looking to, OK? All right. Talk soon."

Sam hung up. Dean quickly lied down, pretending to sleep.

Sam entered the main room, watching Dean and Angela.

"Hey." Sam said. "Up and at 'em, guys."

Dean rubbed his eyes. "You're up early." He mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I was in the can." Sam lied.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. You want me to draw you a picture?"

Angela sat up. "Ew, no, we'll pass."

"Found a job." Sam changed the subject. "Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer."

"Yikes." Dean replied.

"And get this." Sam added. "Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married."

"Ahh." Dean nodded. "Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet."

Sam smirked. "More like The Shining."

"All right, well I guess we'd better have a look." Angela said.

~/~\~

"Why does the PD keep sending you guys?" Benson asked. "I already said I don't want a lawyer."

"They're lining up the firing squad." Dean replied.

"I'm pleading guilty." Benson said.

"All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine." Angela replied. "In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all."

"Mr. Benson. Please." Sam said.

"What happened was, I killed my wife." He replied. "You wanna know why?" he asked. "Because she made plans without asking me."

"Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" Angela asked.

"Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean added.

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear."

"Then why'd you do it?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. I loved her. We were happy."

Dean placed some papers on the table and tapped them. "Nine G's. That's a hefty bill."

"Where did you get that?" Benson asked.

"Doesn't matter." Angela said. "We have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know… they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment'."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Benson lied.

"Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance." Dean said.

"We just wanna know the truth, Mr. Benson." Sam said.

"Her name was Jasmine." Benson murmured.

"She was a stripper?" Sam asked.

"Dude, her name was Jasmine." Dean replied.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go strip bars." Benson said. "My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was."

"Jasmine." Angela said.

"She came right up to me. And… I dunno, she was just… perfect. Everything that I wanted."

"Well you pay enough and anybody will be anything." Dean replied.

"It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was… I dunno. I… I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain."

"And your wife found out?" Sam raised a brow.

"No, she never had a clue."

"Then why'd you kill her?" Angela frowned.

"For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If… if only Vicki was…"

"Muertos." Dean muttered under his breath.

"Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed." Benson sighed. "I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot."

"And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?" Sam asked.

"What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself."

~/~\~

A woman sat behind a desk. She tipped some tablets from a bottle into her hand. The name on the office door read Dr. Cara Roberts.

Sam entered the office as Cara swallowed the tablets and rubbed her temples. "Rough night?" Sam asked.

"Fun night. Rough morning." Cara smiled.

Sam sniggered.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Ahhh… yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Stiles, FBI." Sam replied. "You Doctor Cara Roberts?"

"Far as I know."

"You do some work with the Sheriff's department?" he asked.

"Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task."

"Well, I have some questions about a case." Sam said. "About several cases actually. Do you mind if I sit?"

Cara motioned to a chair.

"Great." He said. "Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder."

"Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?" she asked.

"You handled their work-ups, right?"

"Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special."

"You find anything?" he asked.

"Not really." she shrugged. "I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems."

"What about the husbands?"

"Can I… see your badge again?" she asked. Cara looked closely at Sam's badge, and at Sam. "There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men."

"That what showed up?" Sam raised a brow.

"Oxytocin." Cara said. "And their levels were crazy high."

"Ahh. Oxytocin?"

"Mm-hmm." She nodded. "It's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex."

"OK." Sam nodded.

"People call it the love hormone." She replied. "Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal."

Sam and Cara smiled at each other.

Dean and Angela entered.

"What'd we miss?" Dean asked.

"Ahh, these are my partners, Agents Murdoch and Saxon." Sam told Cara.

Angela and Cara shook hands.

Dean then held out his hand and put on a charming smile. "Please, 'Agent' sounds so formal. You can call me Dean."

Cara shook his hand briskly. "I'm Doctor Roberts." She replied. She turned back to Sam. "So, um, can I help you with anything else?"

"Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this…" Sam started.

"Oxytocin." Cara smiled.

"Oxytocin." He nodded. "What would cause those high levels that you found?"

"Nothing that I've ever seen." She shrugged.

"OK. That's it. Thanks Doc." Sam said.

Sam and Cara exchanged smiles again. The three hunters moved to the door. Dean and Angela moved through. Sam turned and smirked.

"By the way… try a greasy breakfast." Sam suggested. "Best thing for a hangover."

Cara smiled. "Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here."

Outside Cara's office Dean, Sam and Angela walked away.

"Dude, you total C-blocked me." Dean told Sam.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam and Angela were leaving the hospital.

"So Wylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?" Sam asked.

"One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day." Angela replied.

"Live nude girls?" Sam asked.

"A club called 'The Honey Wagon'." Dean said.

"These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" Sam asked.

"Yes and no." Angela said. "This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick."

"So, what? These girls all connected somehow?" Sam asked.

"Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way." Dean replied. "Perfect, and everything that they wanted."

"Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives." Sam said.

"There's that." Angela nodded.

"You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell." Sam said.

"Sure seems that way." Dean nodded.

"Which caused them to become totally psychotic." Angela added.

"Absolutely." Dean agreed.

"You seem pretty cheery." Sam commented.

"Strippers, guys. Strippers." Dean grinned. "We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally."

~/~\~

Dean showed his badge to security and entered the club.

~/~\~

'Thunder Kiss '65' by White Zombie was playing.

"I'm looking for three girls." Dean told the manager. "Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel."

"You seriously think those names mean anything to me?" the manager asked.

"One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about…"

"You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake…"

"You gotta have some sort of paperwork." Dean said. "Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers."

"Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left."

"Three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that's weird?"

"Yeah. I think that's super friggin' weird. But you what it ain't? My problem."

The manager left. Dean saw Sam and Angela and walked over to them.

"Any luck?" Angela asked.

"No." Dean sighed. "You guys?"

"A little." Sam replied. "We just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory."

"What's that?"

"Siren." Angela said.

"Like Greek myth siren, the Odyssey?" Dean asked. Sam gave him a surprised look. "Hey, I read!"

"Yeah, actually." Sam replied. "But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song."

"Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie.'" Dean said.

"Their song is more of a metaphor, like… like their call, their allure, you know?" Angela said.

"So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out." Dean said.

"Basically, yeah." Sam nodded. "Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores… and dash themselves to pieces."

"Sounds like Adam and his buddies."

"Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?" Angela asked.

"So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds." Sam said. "They see what you want most and they, they kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion."

"So it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?"

"Yeah, actually." Angela replied. "Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary."

"How do we kill it?" Dean asked.

"Bobby's working on it." Sam said. "Even if we figure that out…"

"How the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody." Dean replied.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were in the motel room. Dean stared at, then picked up Sam's phone and scrolled to an unknown number. He rang it.

"Hey, Sam… Sam? You there…?" Ruby answered.

Dean quickly hung up, looking upset. Angela just sighed.

Sam entered. "Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic." He said.

"You get in to see him?" Angela asked.

"Yep. He brought home a stripper named Belle." Sam replied. "Coupla hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA."

"Wait, he killed his mom?" Dean asked.

"The woman he was closet to." Sam shrugged.

Sam's phone rang.

"Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone." Dean said, tossing Sam his phone.

Sam gave Dean and Angela a worried look. "Hey Bobby." He answered the phone.

"Sam. You find her yet?" Bobby asked.

"Ahhh, no. and, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?"

"Well, some lore from a dusty Greek poem." Bobby replied. "Shockingly, it's a little vague."

"Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker." Sam said.

"It says you need 'a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of a song'." Bobby said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Angela asked.

"You got me." Bobby replied. "We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here."

"Best guess?" Angela asked.

"Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song." Bobby answered. "It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood."

"And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate." Sam said. "Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?"

"Maybe." Bobby replied.

"Supernatural STD." Dean said.

"Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back." Bobby said. "She gets a dose of her own medicine…"

"It kills her." Sam said.

"Like a snake getting iced by its own venom."

"So we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?" Dean asked.

"Not that easy." Bobby said. "None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need."

"I think I might have an idea." Sam said.

"Be careful." Bobby warned. "These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya."

~/~\~

"Dr. Roberts." Sam said.

"Agent Stiles." Cara smiled. "Can't stay away, huh?"

"Actually, uh, we're here on business." Sam replied. "About the blood samples. The ones with the high… you know… oxytocin?"

"You still have them?" Angela asked.

"Mm-hmm." Cara nodded.

"Good, we need them." Dean said.

"What for?" Cara quizzed.

"Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?" a man asked as he approached them.

"Yeah?"

Angela got out her FBI badge. "Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here."

The man got out his own FBI badge. "Yeah, so am I, sweetheart."

"Doc, can you give us a sec, please?" Sam asked.

Cara backed away. "Sure."

"Thanks." Sam replied.

"What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Nick Munroe. What's yours?"

"I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, these are my partners Dean Murdoch and Angela Saxon. What office are you from?"

"Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit." Munroe replied. "My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders."

"Hmm." Angela nodded.

"You?" Munroe asked.

"D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us." Angela replied.

"Oh, which AD?" Munroe asked.

"Mike Kaiser." Sam replied.

"What are your badge numbers?"

"You're kidding, right?" Dean asked.

"I'm just following protocol." Munroe said.

Sam handed Munroe a card. "Look, man, whatever. Just call our AD, he'll sort things out."

Munroe dialed the number.

"D.C. Bureau." The voice on the phone answered.

"Yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please." Munroe said.

"Well, that would be me. What can I do for you?"

"Yes, sir." Munroe replied. "Hello. It's Agent Nick Munroe. I'm calling about three of your agents. Stiles, Murdoch and Saxon? Uh, it seems that they've been put on my case by mistake?"

Bobby on the other end of the line, was frying his lunch. "Are you questioning my authority?"

"No, no, no, sir." Munroe replied quickly. "I'm not questioning…"

"You coulda fooled me." Bobby replied. "Last time I checked, son, D.C. has jurisdiction. Or am I wrong?"

"Ahhh, no sir."

"Well, good. Well, the next time you wanna waste my time with stupid questions, don't."

Bobby hung up the phone along a line of phones marked Fed Marshall, FBI, CIA, etc.

"Oh, those idiots." He muttered.

Munroe moved back to three hunters. "I'm sorry, guys."

"Just don't let it happen again." Angela replied.

"Where are you at with this?" Munroe asked.

"Where are you at with this?" Dean retorted.

"Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' blood work." Munroe replied.

"I already checked, dead end." Sam said.

"Oh yeah?" Munroe asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers." Munroe said.

"Really?" Angela asked.

Munroe nodded. "They were all banging strippers… from the same club."

"You don't say!" Dean said in mock shock.

"What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?"

"Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves…" Dean said.

"You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea." Sam cut in. "Just… just give me a second with my partners and we'll, uh… once sec." he said. "Come here." He told Dean. "Dude, you gotta stay with him."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Keep him outta the way." Sam said.

"Why me?"

"'Cause Angie and I gotta get the blood samples." Sam said.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Just take him to the strip club… keep an eye out for the siren." Angela suggested.

"Come on, Dean, just… just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there!"

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for the girls." Dean replied.

~/~\~

"All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes." Dean said.

"No way." Munroe grinned. "You drive an Impala?"

"Yeah." Dean smiled a bit.

"It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel."

"Yeah, actually."

"It's a thing of beauty."

"Thanks." Dean replied.

"How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels?"

~/~\~

"You want this blood because…" Cara said.

"Uh, we'd like to run some tests." Angela replied.

"You know, I've run every test there is. It's, um, my job. Notice the lab coat."

"We know a specialist who's like to try out a theory." Sam pressed.

Cara moved to the cabinet. "If you say so." She slid out a tray of test tubes. "What the hell?"

"What?" Sam and Angela asked.

"The blood's gone."

~/~\~

'Steal the World' by Brian Tichy was playing. Dean and Munroe were drinking shots at a table.

"Nobody's Fault But Mine." Dean said.

"Zeppelin recorded it in '75. It was a cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune."

"Nice."

"You Shook Me." Munroe said.

"'69, debut album, written by Willie Dixon."

"And…?"

"And what?" Dean asked.

"Written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir."

"Dude. Dude!" Dean grinned. "You know, for a fed, you're not a total dick."

"Aren't we both feds?" Munroe asked.

"Yeah, I know, I just… you know, not a lot of feds are as cool as us, huh?"

"So what the hell with this case, man?" Munroe asked. "How does a girl talk four different Johns into murder?"

"It's a crazy world." Dean replied.

"I guess." Munroe sighed. "Hey, can I level with you?"

"Mmm."

"I found something kinda weird."

"Well. You have brought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me." Dean said.

"I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up." He handed Dean some purple petals in a plastic bag. "So I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene."

"Like it was left on purpose?" Dean asked.

"You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on."

"I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before." Dean replied.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! So, since the siren only affects men, I had Angie not get affected by it, which made the next chapter a bit hard to write, but I think I did okay with it. Anyway, hope you all liked it!

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily