Sex and Violence Part 2

"We've watched them twice." Cara said. "Whoever took the blood…"

"Must have tampered with the tapes." Angela finished. "Who has access to your office?"

"Everybody. I don't lock it."

"You what?" Sam asked.

"I've never had this problem before." Cara shrugged. "What is so important about the blood anyway?"

"I think someone drugged the men, made them commit murder." Angela said.

"What? What kind of drug?"

"Ahh, we're not sure yet." Sam replied.

"I don't know." Cara said. "I mean, I interviewed those guys and they had their reasons."

"Yeah but they all loved their victims." Sam said.

"I'm sure they did." Cara replied. "Come on. Haven't you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in?"

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience." Angela commented.

"Yeah." She nodded.

Angela sighed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to pry." Angela said.

"It's OK. I was the one who brought it up." Cara shrugged.

Cara opened a bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"It's medicine. I'm a doctor." Cara smiled.

"I'll pass." Angela shrugged.

Cara shrugged. "Suit yourself." She replied. She sighed. "His name was Karl. We were married." Her and Sam clinked glasses.

"So what happened?" Sam asked.

"Life happened. I don't know. I mean I loved him. Still do I guess but… I don't know. It's like one day I looked up and I was living with a stranger and… you know what I mean, right?"

"I guess." Sam replied. "Or, I don't know, maybe."

"I get it." Angela murmured. "One day you wake up and that person who you once knew is like someone you've never met before. They do things that you never thought they would've done…"

Sam swallowed thickly and looked at the floor.

Cara nodded. "People change. I know I did. But it's nothing to feel guilty about. It happens."

"So you two split up?" Sam asked.

"I suppose that's a word for it." Cara replied.

Angela's phone rang. She looked at the number. "I'll be outside." She said, walking out.

Cara took Angela's drink and poured Sam another one.

"Whatever. We've all got our own sad stories, so… screw it." Cara whispered. "Have fun, no regrets and live life like there's no tomorrow." They clinked glasses again. She moved closer to Sam. "For instance, I have been thinking about you, all night. Well, parts of you. And now that your partner's gone…"

Sam swallowed thickly. "U-um… parts?"

"Mmm-hmmm. Like your lips. They're very distracting. It's a problem. And I can't stop thinking about kissing them."

"T-that so?" Sam stammered.

"So… what the hell, huh?" she smirked.

Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry. I-I can't." he said.

Cara frowned. "Oh… okay. Um, wow… now I feel really super awkward."

"It's not you…" he said. He stared out to where Angela was talking on the phone. "I'm just kind of in the process of trying to get someone back…"

~/~\~

Sam and Angela walked down the hall and entered their room. It was empty. Sam got out his phone.

"Sam!" Dean said driving. "Where the hell have you and Angie been?"

"With Cara." Sam replied.

"Oh, it's Cara now? And you're not picking up your phone?" Dean asked.

Sam put the phone on speaker.

"We were trying to find the blood samples, someone stole 'em." Angela said.

"Yeah, I bet!" Dean scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam frowned.

"Nick found flower petals at the crime scenes. Hyacinths." Dean replied.

"So?" Sam asked.

"Hyacinths? Mediterranean. From the island where the whole friggin' siren myth started in the first place."

"OK." Angela said.

"Guys, Cara had hyacinth flowers!"

"You think Cara's the siren?" Sam asked.

"Well, I did a little checking up on her. She's only been in town for two months." Dean replied.

"Yeah. And?" Angela asked. "She didn't seem like the siren when I was there… but I mean, I did go outside to take a call…"

"And she has an ex-husband. A dead ex-husband. Karl Roberts. Dropped like a stone, no warning. Supposedly a heart attack." Dean said.

"Well, maybe it was a heart attack." Sam shrugged.

"You're kidding me." Dean said.

"Look, I just don't think it's her."

"And what makes you so sure?" Dean asked.

"I dunno, a hunch." Sam said.

"A hunch? I'm giving you cold hard facts here and you're giving me a hunch?" Dean paused. "Did you sleep with her?"

"No." Sam replied.

"She tried to sleep with you?" Angela asked, eyebrows raised.

"She tried to. I said no, of course." Sam assured. "I, I didn't want to sleep with her. Promise." He said.

Angela looked up at him and nodded. "Okay. Okay, I'm trusting you on this."

"It could be the siren talking, Angie." Dean said.

"Look, tell us where you are, we'll come meet you and we'll figure things out." Sam said.

"No." Dean replied.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked.

"I wish I weren't. I gotta handle this. By myself." Dean replied.

They hung up. Sam threw his phone across the room.

~/~\~

Dean was in the Impala on the phone. "Sam's in trouble, Bobby. I think the siren's worked her mojo on him and who knows what might happen to Angie. Give me a call as soon as you get this."

Dean hung up and immediately made another call.

"Hey man, what's up?" Munroe asked.

"I need your help."

"Uh, sure. With what?"

"Canvassing. We gotta find somebody." Dean replied.

~/~\~

Munroe sat in his car outside a bar. He watched Cara get out of a taxi and walk inside.

Dean slid into Munroe's passenger seat.

"She went in just a second ago."

"Nice work." Dean replied.

"Should we follow her in?"

"No, no, no, I don't wanna tip her off. Let's just wait and see who she comes out with."

"So you think… what? She's drugging these guys?" Munroe asked.

"Pretty much." Dean nodded.

"Uh-huh."

"I know how it sounds." Dean said.

"You sure about that? 'Cause it sounds like crazy on toast." Munroe replied. "All these different strippers, they're magically the same girl? But then they're not strippers at all, it's Dr. Quinn."

"It's kinda hard to explain, but I have my reasons and they're good ones, so you're just gonna have to trust me on this."

"Yeah. OK. I guess." Munroe said.

Dean was surprised. "Thank you. That's actually nice to hear from someone other than Angie."

Dean took a swig from his hip flask and offered it to Munroe. Munroe drank and handed it back. Dean took another swig.

"So let's say she is drugging her vics." Munroe said. "How's she pulling that off?"

"She could be injecting them, you know, or passing the toxin through, uh, physical contact."

"Or it could be her saliva… you really should have wiped the lip of that thing before you drank from it, Dean." Munroe smirked. A looked of realization crossed Dean's face. "I should be your little brother. Sam. You can't trust him. Not like you can trust me. In fact, I really feel like you should get him outta the way, so we can be brothers. Forever."

"Yeah." Dean murmured. "Yeah, you're right."

~/~\~

Sam and Angela entered. Munroe was sitting on the bed.

"Nick." Sam said. "What are you doing here?"

Dean jumped Sam and held a knife to his throat.

"Dean!" Angela yelled.

"I gotta tell ya, you're one butt ugly stripper." Sam growled at Munroe.

"Well, maybe." Munroe shrugged. "But I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean."

"Dean, come on, this isn't you!" Angela said. "You can fight this. Let Sam go!"

"Why don't you cut him?" Munroe asked Dean. "Just a little, on his neck right there."

Dean sliced Sam's neck.

"Dean's all mine." Munroe smirked.

"You poisoned him." Sam spat.

"No. I gave him what he needed." Munroe replied. "And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world."

"Is that why you're slutting all over town?" Angela glared.

"Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again… and again."

"I'll tell you what." Sam said. "We have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser."

"You won't feel that way in a minute." Munroe whispered.

"No!" Angela yelled.

Munroe grabbed Sam's cheeks and squirted toxin from his mouth onto Sam's lips and chin.

"So I know you two have a lot you wanna get off your chests." Munroe smiled. "So why don't you discuss it? And whoever survives can be with me forever. Angie and I will just watch." He pulled a struggling Angela over to the bed,

Sam and Dean turned to face each other.

"Well, I don't know when it happened." Dean whispered. "Maybe when I was in hell. Maybe when I was staring right at you. But the Sam I knew, he's gone."

"That so?" Sam asked.

"And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap. It's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets."

"Oh yeah? What secrets?" Sam asked.

"The phone calls to Ruby for one."

"So I need your say-so to make a phone call?"

"That's the point. You're hiding things from me. From Angie. What else aren't you telling us?"

"None of your business." Sam smirked.

"See what I mean? We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs."

"OK, fine." Sam said. "You know why I didn't tell you about Ruby, and how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter. I can take out demons you're too scared to go near."

"That's crap." Dean growled.

"You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo."

Dean and Sam started fighting, trading many punches.

"You're not standing in my way anymore." Sam growled.

Angela struggled against Munroe's hold on her.

Dean ran at Sam. They crashed through the door onto the hallway floor. Dean got up while Sam lied on the ground. Dean broke the emergency glass and got an axe, then stood staring down at Sam.

"Dean, stop!" Angela screamed, breaking from Munroe's hold and running towards them.

"Do it. Do it for me, Dean." Munroe whispered.

"Tell me again how weak I am, Sam, huh? How I hold you back?" Sam asked.

Dean swung the axe over his head as Sam covered his face with his arm.

Angela grabbed the axe as Bobby jabbed Dean in the shoulder with a bronze knife, making him cry out.

Munroe began to run down the hall. Bobby raised the knife.

"No. No!" Sam yelled.

Bobby flung the knife. It hit Munroe square in the back. As he fell, dead, his siren reflection was shown in a mirror.

~/~\~

Bobby handed drinks around.

"Thanks." Sam and Angela said.

"Soda?" Dean asked.

"You three are driving, aren't ya?" Bobby asked.

"Thanks, Bobby, Angie." Sam said. "You know if you two hadn't gotten there when you did…"

"Done the same for us, more than once." Bobby replied. "Course, you coulda picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real."

"You two gonna be OK?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, fine." Sam said.

"Yeah, good." Dean agreed.

Bobby tipped his hat and headed back over to his car.

"See ya." He said. "You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad."

Bobby got in the car and drove away. The three sipped their drinks.

"Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right?" Sam asked. "That it was just the siren's spell talking?"

"Of course, me too." Dean nodded.

"'Kay. So… so we're good?"

"Yeah, we're good." Dean nodded. "Thanks again, Angie, for grabbing that axe."

Angela smiled. "You guys have saved my ass multiple times. Least I could do."

They got in the car.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is late! I got stuck in July 4th traffic and got home about 15 minutes ago. Happy 4th for my American readers, by the way! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Don't forget to review, review, review! Let's try and hit 30! Love y'all!

~Emily