Chapter 8
The siren pulled Sam into an upscale clothing store and began to look around at the displays searching for something new and sexy to wear. Sam followed along behind her like a puppy as he accepted the clothes she handed him. He put them in a dressing room for her and took a seat outside it to wait.
The first outfit she came out in was a short red dress that swirled around her as she walked. She twirled and preened in front of the mirrors for Sam before going back in to try on another outfit. She came out dressed in silky black slacks and a clingy white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down showing off her full breasts.
Sam stood and gazed lustfully at her as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.
"Easy there, lover boy," the siren chuckled as she let Sam nuzzle her neck for a moment before pushing him away and returning to the dressing room to try another outfit. After trying on all the outfits and going out for more she decided on four of them, leaving them at the cashier for now.
"Now, it's your turn Baby," the siren cooed to Sam, rubbing up against him. "Can't have you looking like that if you're going to be seen with me." She pulled him into the men's section and started looking at clothes that would fit Sam. She pulled some out and pushed them into Sam's hands before leading him to the fitting rooms. "Okay, let's see what we've got," she told him as she took a seat in a provided chair. "Go on try them on."
Sam stepped into the changing room and hung up the new clothes before toeing off his boots and stripping down to his briefs. He took the new clothes and put them on, giving himself a look in the mirror before stepping outside.
"Wow," the siren commented as she stood and walked around Sam tucking on the clothes and checking him out. "My, my, you do clean up well. Okay, go try on the others."
Sam stepped back into the dressing room and put on another set of clothes for her to see. After Sam had tried on everything, she chose what she liked the best, making Sam leave them on and jerked the tags off them.
"Leave those rags," she told Sam when he started to pick up his old clothes.
Sam looked at the clothes for a moment as something passed over his face before he dropped them to the floor. He followed the siren to the cashier where she used a stolen credit card to pay for the purchases since there were too many people around and waiting in line to use her poison on the cashier. Plus, there were security cameras in every corner filming them.
"Wait right here sweetie, I want to change," the siren told Sam taking one bag and heading back to the fitting rooms. "Gonna use the room one more time," she threw at the cashier before bouncing back to the back corner. She came out a few minutes later dressed in her new clothes.
With bags in hand, they left the store and headed for a restaurant that was nearby to get dinner and waste some time before continuing with the siren's plan. She was going to find an upscale club and see what kind of havoc she could wreak on the unsuspecting patrons. Once they were inside, they were shown to a booth in the back corner and looked through the menu to decide on what to eat.
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Dean watched the numbers roll by as he leaned heavily against the Impala waiting for the gas tank to fill. He was tired but he was almost to Joplin and hopefully finding Sam. Once the car was full, he was going to check the tracking program again to be sure it was still there. He didn't have a plan yet, until he saw the situation first.
Dean moved it to a parking space and killed the engine. He got out and headed inside to the restroom and to get something to eat and drink. He dropped back into the driver's seat when his cell started to ring.
"Hello," Dean grunted not recognizing the number of the caller.
"Dean Winchester?" an unfamiliar male voice spoke.
"Yeah, who is this?" Dean growled.
"Name's Clark, Bobby Singer contacted me since I was close," Clark replied.
"Yeah, right, he was trying to find someone to back me up."
"I'm in Joplin and I think I've found your brother."
"Don't do anything," Dean insisted in a strong voice. "Just watch him. I'll be there soon."
"I could take care of this for you. Just need some of your brother's blood."
"If you touch my brother, it'll be the last thing you do, understand?" Dean spat at him in a vicious voice. "No one touches my brother but me. If you can't do that, then, just leave."
"Okay, don't get all riled up," Clark backed down.
"You just keep him under surveillance."
"You're the boss," Clark said. He had heard of the Winchester brothers and knew it wasn't a good idea to cross either of them, especially the older one if it concerned his little brother. He valved his life and wasn't about to risk it crossing a man like Dean Winchester who was not a forgiving person.
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Keep me posted as to where they are." Dean disconnected the call and started the car to get back on the highway and complete his journey.
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The nightclub was starting to fill up as the siren and Sam walked into it. Sam looked like an off-work stripper who was on the prowl for action and the siren was decked out for the hunt. She surveyed the crowd seeing what pickings were available and decided to wait a little longer before making her moves.
"Let's get a table and why don't you go get us some drinks," the siren instructed Sam leading him toward some empty tables.
"Alright, I'll be right back," Sam mumbled before working his way through the crowd to the bar. He waited on the bartender to get to him and ordered two beers for them. He took them back to the table and sat one in front of the siren before sitting down. He took a sip of beer and stared at siren Jessica, not able to take his eyes off her. She was gorgeous and outshone any other woman in the place. He felt eyes on them and leaned over to kiss siren Jessica to claim her as his own.
"Let's dance," the siren cooed to Sam, pulling him to his feet and onto the area where couples were dancing. She rubbed up against Sam and began to sway her hips as she ran her hands through her hair and rolled her head. She was seductive, alluring, and knew how to turn every man on in the place. It was like she was omitting a sexual pheromone in the room.
Sam growled deep in his chest when several guys walked toward them and pulled her closer to him. His eyes darkened and the guys quickly turned to walk away not wanting to tangle with the giant. Sam smiled to himself and buried his face into siren Jessica's hair taking in her scent. He wrinkled his nose for a moment thinking the smell wasn't right, but when she kissed him all his concerned thoughts disappeared.
The siren twirled away from Sam and stopped at a table with a good-looking guy sitting there waiting for his girlfriend to return from the restroom. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear as she eyed the young woman walking toward them.
"Why didn't you call me back?" the siren purred rubbing against the guy. "We had such mind-blowing sex."
"What do you think you're doing?" the woman snarled at the siren jerking her away from her man.
"Oh, is this the leftovers?"
"I don't know her," the guy begged not able to resist reaching for the siren, only to get slapped by his date.
The siren danced away leaving the couple fighting among themselves. She drank in the discontent and anger before returning to Sam's embrace. The siren laughed out loud and finally led them back to the table where they sat down and drank their beers.
"Alright, sweet cheeks," the siren addressed Sam. "I want you to go wait in the car and be ready to follow me. I'm getting us another ride."
"I want to stay with you. Why do I have to go?" Sam begged in a whiny voice.
"How am I going to pick a guy up with you here? Now do as I say," she ordered him, kissing him. "Why don't you take a beer to go. I won't be super long. Now get your beer and go to the car."
"Okay, I will go to the car," Sam replied in a monotone voice as he got up, his eyes slightly glazed from the siren's spell. He went by the bar and got a beer before heading for the door and to the parking lot where the car was parked. He got in with a huff and opened the beer to guzzle it. Sam didn't sense the hunter watching him from the parked car on the street.
Clark watched Sam come from the night club by himself and get into a car. He didn't crank it, just sat there drinking a beer. He sent a text to Dean about what was going on and got one back he would be there soon, to not engage.
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Once Sam had left the bar, the siren took her empty bottle to the bar and took a seat. No one seemed to notice that her appearance had changed. She had long dark hair that offset her fair complexion and blood red lips. The siren ordered a whiskey and surveyed the guys around her. They were all giving her a once over and decided if they wanted to make a move on her.
"Here you go," the bartender said as he sat the glass on a napkin in front of her.
She picked up the glass and gazed at the amber liquid for a moment before drinking half of it. She felt the burn and reached to take a drink from a handsome guy's beer that was sitting beside her.
"Oh, sorry about that," she told him, batting her eyes and smiling shyly at him. "I needed something to take the burn away."
"My pleasure beautiful," the guy replied. "Bartender, a long neck for the young woman here." He smiled at the siren and sipped his beer not knowing he was being infected with the poison she left on the bottle lip.
"Why thank you, aren't you the gentleman."
"Anything for a lovely woman. I'm yours to command." He leaned in close to her and draped an arm around her waist.
"I like that. So, tell me what kind of car do you drive?"
"A BMW."
"Nice. How about you let me have it."
"For you anything sweetheart," he hummed going in for a kiss. The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys to hand to the siren.
"That's my love. Now, you're going to forget about this little transaction here."
"Okay."
"Do you want to be with me forever?" she cooed running a fingernail down his cheek.
"Yes, yes," he replied.
"Do you see those two guys playing pool?"
"Yes."
"They want to take me away from you. You know how to stop it don't you?"
"No one will have you but me," the guy stated in a harsh voice. He got up and made his way to the pool tables and took a pool cue to strike one of the guys.
A fight broke out as the guys fought back hitting tables and bumping other people causing more to join in the fray. The siren smirked as she made her way from the night club twirling the keys on a finger. Once she was outside and in the parking lot, she began to click the remote looking for the car they belonged to. Car lights flashed halfway down the row she was walking down. She waved to Sam and made her way to the light-colored BMW.
Sam cranked the car and waited for the siren to pull out so he could fall in behind her. He could hear the wails of the cop cars heading their way and wondered what was happening inside. They drove to a large parking lot to leave the car Sam was driving and headed back to the motel. Neither noticed the truck following them. It pulled to the side of the motel and watched Sam and the siren get out and go into a room. He sent a text to Dean with the motel and room number and got an answer he would be there shortly.
A/N: The siren does like to stir up trouble. Dean is almost there and will do whatever he has to to save him. Only one more chapter and this journey will be over. Thank you to any guests who have left reviews and to all who are reading the story. I do like reviews/comments. NC
