We decided it would be best to blend in to the crowd, so we freshened up and got dressed. We weren't sure if demons knew who we were yet, but it seemed like everyone knew more than we did, so us girls split up. I went in with Dean and Cass, while Kimberly and Dylan went in the bar with Sam. The moment, the impala pulled in close to the bar my skin blazed with heat. As Dean came back with water for me, I downed the water, took out an ice cube and rubbed it over my chest. Dean, failing at trying to avert his eyes decided to keep himself talking about the case at hand.
"You sensing anything? Is she here?" he asked me.
"She's definitely in the building. Is the AC even on in here?" I said not being able to concentrate. Sam, Dylan and Kim sat at the opposite side of the bar watching with worry. "But I don't see the guy; so maybe, Cass can grab her before she gets to the innocent."
"Okay. So what do I do? Just drag her to the back?" Castiel asked. My head shot up.
"What? No! We are planning on killing her. You can't drag her out of here like a rapist Cass." I was flabbergasted that he would even suggest such a thing. What part of the charmed ones don't like cops don't they understand?
"Maybe I should do it. You guys can back me up if I get hypnotized." Dean suggested.
"No, it's too risky. If we are too late, or if we don't have enough fire power, you'll die."
"Well, if I have to go, at least I go happy." I rolled my eyes at the horny bastard and put my head down trying to concentrate. Suddenly, I got drawn into another vision.
"I'm channeling her." I said. Dean got serious and put on his game face.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"She's in the crowd. There are too many people, she may be in the center." Dean whipped out his phone and texted Sam the information. "She's searching." I could see her making her way over to a booth. She looked over. "Oh crap. She spots us."
"You think she knows who you are?" Dean asked worried.
"I wouldn't put it past her. Cass, quick! Flirt a little. Be sexy." It was my fault really. I don't know why I expected an angel to know how to flirt. Castiel flips his hair like he must have seen girls do in movies, and attempts a wink, but he looked like he was having a spasm. Dean and I couldn't help but laugh as she scoffed and walked past us to sit, but at least we spotted her. She was wildly beautiful and she seemed so untamed like Miley Cyrus. But then all laughter went out of the window when the guy from my dream sat in front of her. I was standing up to go tell my sisters how sexy Cass was when a sudden jolt of heat hit me. It was so strong, I stumbled back and fell in Dean's lap.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked me. Kimberly saw the commotion and came over with the rest of the group. "Oh my God Shar, you're on fire!" he said referring to the amount of heat coming from my body. I held on to his shirt's collar for dear life before I passed out.
I told Sam to take Sharnel out to the impala while we took care of the demon bitch. She was so focused on her next meal; she didn't even notice the commotion. She was making her move. The guy and the demon got up to walk away. Kimberly told Castiel to get her attention, so he went over to the couple and shoved the guy sending him flying into the bar. The demon looked in shock and smiled with satisfaction at Cass.
"Wow." She said. "You're really strong and you saved me from that barbaric man. He was trying to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state. I've had a bit too much to drink it seems. Could you kindly take me home?" she said each word oozing with seduction. Castiel looked at us and I nodded for him to go.
"Sure. I will take you home."
"Dean, she saw his strength, don't you think she knows something's up?" Dylan asked me.
"Wait here. I will make sure he gets the job done." I followed their path through the back exit and was blinded by a bright light. The demon was bleeding and Castiel was gone.
"Finally my sweet. We are alone." She said to me. I tried but couldn't fight her. I just felt extreme lust and I grabbed her and pushed her into the wall, tasting her sweet tongue with a fiery urge.
"I'm so happy we are doing this." I said.
"You can have it Dean. Just say it. You know what gets me hot."
"You are-" Next thing I knew I was being tackled off of her. Dylan covered my mouth preventing me to say anything.
"You bitch!" the demon yelled. Dylan turned to her and smiled. "Yes I am a bitch, but I'm not the one you should worry about." Dylan averted her eyes past the demon and the demon spun around to Kimberly holding my flamethrower.
"Say goodnight whore." She said as she lit the demon up like a Christmas tree. She screamed in pain before making her big finale and blowing up.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD!" I screamed in pain. Why is Phoebe always the one getting burned? I felt the pain as if it was me. Sam held me close to him, worried that I wouldn't make it. Tears streamed down my face, and I could care less if he was too close for comfort. I needed the pain to stop.
"Hey! You're fine. Look at me! Shar, you are fine." He said holding my cheeks in his palm. I sniffled as the heat subsided and he wiped away my tears. "You scared me." I felt a mental slap and I climbed out of his lap and his embrace, and went back to my rightful passenger seat.
"Sorry I was such a big baby." I said ashamed, thankful my skin was caramel and not white so it hid the blood in my cheeks partially. He laughed at me.
"Seriously? You were being baked alive. It was understandable. Are you okay now?" I suddenly had an understanding of why I would risk being with such a troubled soul. He was a really great and caring guy, and then I remembered. Boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend! I changed gear in thought quickly and had a flashback to the show.
"Oh fuck my life." I sighed.
"What?"
"I didn't see it myself, but in the show, this demon had eggs. She was reproducing. I don't know if this succubus was laying any eggs, but if she did, we have to find them. Only problem…"
"We just burnt the only lead we had like toast." Dean, Kimberly and Dylan hopped into the impala soon after to my relief.
"Drive Sammy. We have to get out of here. I think the cops were called." Dean ordered. We sped off as I filled everyone else in on my sudden realization.
"You have got to be kidding me." Kimberly exclaimed. "This is bullshit."
"Baby back?" Dylan asked.
"Baby back bullshit." Kim confirmed.
"When she took her first victim home, did you see anything, street signs, stores, anything to find her?" Dean asked me. I tried to go back to the first nightmare doubtful that I would remember anything useful. I have terrible memory.
"I think there was a McDonalds…" Dean stared at me blankly. "What? I was a little caught up in the murder scene to pay attention to the surroundings!"
"Anything else? Think." Sam ordered.
"Kim, maybe you could explain my memory to them."
"Wait. Shar, do you remember the guy that she killed? What he looked like?" Dylan asked.
"Brandon? Yeah."
"Maybe, we can get the files of missing persons and you could identify him out of the lot."
"Yeah, but that would only work if someone reported him missing." Dean pointed out.
"It's the only shot we got." Dylan pushed.
"Okay, and how are we supposed to get that file? We don't have our own personal "Darrell"." Kim said with air quotes.
"Actually we do." I spoke. "Agent Styles. Do you think you could get it? Dean could be Agent Riis or whoever."
"Sure. No problem."
"Oh boy. We are so going to jail." Kim sighed.
Sam and Dean didn't leave us in the car for long the next day. They soon returned with the correct files. After skimming through the list I finally spotted him. Brandon Yards. He was a 24 year old grad student. Dean went back to the Phoenix and pimped the bartender for information.
"He was here a couple nights ago, left with the demon after the bartender called them a cab. I got the service number." Dean said.
"Okay, but how do we know which driver he had?" I asked.
"It helps when the drunken perv requests a certain one in particular. Guy said he always drives with Dave. That's all the bartender knew."
"Now what?" Sam asked. Kimberly then snatched the card with the number out of Dean's hand and dialed.
"Hi. I need a cab to get me from the Phoenix…Yeah and could you please send Dave? He's a really safe driver… Thank you so much." She said before hanging up. "Ten minute wait." She smiled proudly. Dean nodded impressed.
"Nicely done." Sam complimented.
"Thank you. So we will get in the cab. Just follow behind us and don't make it obvious or you'll scare him off."
"What are you going to do?" Dean asked curiously.
"Only what I have to." I would have slapped my forehead at that very moment if she only knew the way that sounded. Soon the cab pulled up and Kim told us to follow her lead. She giggled and swayed as if she was completely drunk. She all but dived into the cab. "Hi. Take us to Becky's house." She slurred. We too climbed clumsily into the cab and giggled. Dave laughed at us probably feeling lucky.
"And where does Becky live?"
"You know silly. In her house!" We laughed like hyenas and waited for him to turn around.
"I need the address to her house girls." He smiled at us.
"I'll call her." Dylan said. She flipped out her phone and tried to unlock it and failed. "Shit. I forgot my password." She laughed like an idiot.
"Davey, you know where she lives. She told us to ask for you!" I said poking the dimple on his cheek.
"She was in here the 2 nights before, with a really, really,really hot guy. See?" Kim said falling over to show him a picture of Brandon in her phone.
"Oh. I remember this guy. You want me to take you to the female's apartment he was with?"
"That's Becky!" we yelled in unison. Luckily the driver wasn't that bright, but I guess that's why he's driving taxis for a living. Soon after, we were at "Becky's" and the cabby was gone.
"Did you guys flash the driver?" Dean asked. What an asshole? We ignored him as Sam picked the lock to the front door. It was a small building filled with condos. I walked past each door until 15 minutes later I got a vision of the creature devouring some other poor soul's life. We busted in there and searched the entire apartment and to our relief, there were no eggs and no reason to torch the place. We were upset for wasting time, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Finally, we were able to go to the house and get a good night sleep. We laughed as we came up to the door where Cass popped up in front of.
"Cass, you're ok!" Kim said relieved.
"Yeah. She knew I was an angel."
"It's ok. She's dead now." Sam said.
"I'm so glad too. I just want to past out in my bed." I spoke. Dean opened the door and we marched right in. Dean was first to stop, grabbing his gun and taking aim. We looked up and Sam was as well in a defensive pose. Us girls on the other hand, was surprised and pissed. There stood three women in our living room waiting to be vanquished.
"Girls you're home." One spoke.
"You know them?" Dean asked.
"Hi…" Kim spoke. The guys noticed the fake politeness in her tone. "Mom."