Weeks go by. Then months. The two hunters keep doing what they do best: killing demons, protecting relics and pissing of rednecks. At one point Sam gets captured by some mad farmer, who made a deal with a demon for immortality, but who had to keep finding strong magical beings or sorcerers, to sacrifice to him. When Dean comes to Sam's rescue, he shoots the farmer and his rabid dog with blessed silver bullets, turning both into dust. It turns out the guy was already over two hundred years old, and had learned to tell when people were more gifted with magic than others.
Once the Winchester's are re-united and leave the man's premise, Sam notes: “Shame Cass wasn't here, he'd have had a picnic, seeing he's not the only one clueless about pop culture!” But Dean abruptly halts and with a sad look answers: “But then the guy'd have gone after him! And then I wouldn't have been able to come up with a plan, because I would...” When he doesn't finish, Sam comes back to him and asks: “What? You were able to find someone to bless the ammo, why wouldn't you have...” “Because if he's in danger, I have to be there! I have to save him right away! I... I can't just leave him to his fate, hoping he'll be alright, he could think I abandoned him.”, Dean suddenly rages. Sam is taken aback and murmurs: “Why would he? I didn't think so! I knew you'd come for me eventually. Hmm. Wait... is that how you feel about him? Do you think he abandoned you?”
Dean blushes, but then he resumes his pace and gives back: “Don't be weird Sam, that's... He'll be there, if I need him. He always is.” They almost arrived at the Impala, when Sam cautiously pries: “You miss him a lot, don't you?” Dean cringes, but gets into the slightly messy car, only to reply: “Yes. I do.”, before turning the volume all the way up and singing along with his favorite song. Sam has to cover his ears, to drown out the noise and the raging sorrow in Dean's voice, and he sends his prayer to heaven, like he's been doing since they left Green Garden: 'Castiel, where are you? Dean needs you, please come back!'
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They pass a few towns, stay in small villages with only one store, or bigger cities with proper night clubs and nice hotels. In one of those cities, they stay to investigate the high number of mysterious teenager suicides. When they find out, that all the kids had been frequent guests of a local nightclub called 'The Hellhole', they pay it a visit. The name certainly fits, as the interior is held in blood red and otherwise black, the staff has to wear horns and clothing that looks more like fetish fashion from a sex store than that of a catering service, the music, apart from being too loud, consists of nothing but Gothic and black metal, and as for the crowd... There are so many people with body modifications, that the two have a hard time deciding, whether they are humans or demons. Some girl with black eyes, implanted horns and a split tongue, tries to hit on Dean, but when he raises his hand and turns the silver ring with his thumb, making it flash, she respectfully backs away.
Sam again wonders, why his brother is still wearing it. He hadn't asked him about what happened with him and the witch, probably thinking it was for the best, but he kept the ring. And was using it to ward off girls. Sure, the chick was a bit weird looking, even for their liking, but otherwise seemed okay. And when another cute girl, whose only body mod are her braces, also tries her luck, and Dean uses the ring AGAIN, Sam has to join him and ask: “Hey, what's up with you? She wasn't your type either?” He smiles at him, but his brother returns with a frown: “We're here on business!”
Sam's blinks, thinking he hasn't heard right. This is the first night in a long time, where they go out in a place like this, so far nothing interesting has happened, and they had managed to both get their own hotel room, so they might as well have fun while waiting for the next Antichrist to wreck havoc, dammit! Only later does Sam find out, that he should have followed his big brothers example. But for now a tall, dark maiden in a corsage catches his eye. “Hey, you hold the fort, I'll go check out that Marilyn Manson type girl!”, he shouts, barely hearing his brothers remark: “You realize Marilyn Manson is a dude?”
Sam goes over to the lady, tries to chat her up, yet has to find, that while it was nearly impossible to understand anything sitting at the bar, only those capable of sign language can actually have a conversation on the dance floor. But to his delight, the big, black haired beauty is fluent in explicit innuendo, making gestures that lead him to linking arms with her and exiting the club. Dean gives another frown as they pass him, but he just waves at him. Once they're outside, Sam starts to compliment the lady on her vamp like appearance, though he states that real vampires never look this attractive, but when she raises one of her bony, white fingers with an artificial silver nail to her mouth to shush him, he just adds: “Oh, tall, dark, and mysterious! I like that!”
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Dean leaves the club shortly after his brother left, returning to the hotel in a bad mood. He's just about to pull out the key card, when he notices that four rather dark looking young men have followed him. Two of them, slightly younger than the others, might also just pass as adolescent punks with a phobia for sunlight, but the others are full on demonic, with horns that pass through the skin of their heads, bloodshot eyes and claws long enough to fry sausages on an open fire. Dean's getting nervous and to buy time jokes: “What's up guys? Did my brother score with your big sister, or why you here?” “Nohhh. The master calls us!”, one of the more frightening fellows growls. “Yeah, we have to do the master's biddings!”, one of the youths adds exited. “Well, the only time my brother is ever the master, is when he plays Dungeons and Dragons, so I think you got the wrong floor!”, Dean replies gruff, slowly backing up to his brothers door, only to frantically pound on it, shouting: “Sam! Sam, you better let me in! Sam it's time to send your date home, her family's here! Open up, Sam!”
The four hellish club-goers slowly come closer, and are only mere feet away from Dean when the door finally opens, revealing the tall lady. He immediately flies through, throwing the door back shut and saying: “Ma'am, unless you are expecting your cousins to collect you, you'd better run for cover!” Then he storms onward to stop dead in his tracks: His little brother is lying bound and gagged on the bed, wearing nothing but boxers, looking at him with a terrified expression. He's about to make a joke, when he hears the lady address him in a deep voice: “Well, well, well, so this is the older Winchester boy. You two are really fun. One fucks angels, the other hooks up with demons...”
Just then there is a knock on the door and 'she' opens, stating: “And this should be my entourage! What took you boys so long?” “Sohhrry mahhhster!”, one of the monsters replies. Dean backs up to his brother horrified, pulls out his pocketknife to cut the shawl that ties Sam's right wrist to the bedpost, and shouts: “Shit! I told you she's a he!” “Can we talk about this later?”, Sam cries, as soon as he removes the gag, continuing with his other bonds. “Damn, and I was about to have some fun too! Oh well. You know Winchester, for someone who gives ass, you sure are sexist!”, the fake lady mocks in a hurt voice. Dean looks at her/him confused, but then braces himself when s/he shouts: “Okay boys... Kill them!”
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A wild fight breaks out, Dean having to shield his almost naked brother from the sharp claws of the two cursed creatures, while Sam manages to knock out the two teenagers, once he arms himself with the foot of a stool that's smashed by one of the monsters falling through it. The room is ruined more and more, and Dean manages to pick up the steel rod that held the curtains, to impale one of the monsters and crack the skull of the other, destroying them. “Dean, watch out!”, Sam shouts, when the end boss, the dark beauty, flings themself on his back and holds a shard from a broken mirror against his throat.
“Drop it!”, s/he shouts, so he lets the rod fall to the floor. “Good boy. Now, you...”, the demon nods to Sam, “Back on the bed! I wasn't finished with you!” Sam slowly creeps towards the bed, stepping over one of the unconscious teens, mouthing to his brother: 'Call Cass!'. The demon presses the glass closer to Dean's skin and purrs: “Oh yes Deany Baby, you should call your boyfriend, then we can have a foursome!” “He's not my...”, Dean begins, but is cut off: “Oh, come on, you don't have to lie! Samantha's told everyone in hell about what happened between you. Couldn't stop bitching about it! She was so damn jealous of your darling angel. But hey, if you like, he can join in!”
“I'm not going to call him!”, Dean declares, making both the demon and Sam question: “Why not?”, only to look at each other, Sam terrified and the dark master with a smile. Dean, very slowly, had also been moving towards the bed, making the demon smirk, but now explains: “Because he asked me not to! He said it was unbearable, so I'll leave him alone until he want's to come back.” The fiend on his back remarks: “Aw, that's cute. So you're testing his loyalty, by setting him free? That's lovely... and so stupid! If you love something, want something, you've got to take it without mercy, or else it will slip through your fingers!” Just then, Dean suddenly flings himself on the back, making the demon screech and his brother shout out in panic: “Dean!”
Dean jerks and grimaces, but he's able to bat away the arm holding the mirror piece, and rolls over, revealing the demon who has been impaled by the broken leg of an overturned table. The hunter only got scratches, as his fall was cushioned by the fiend and his own jacket. The black haired creature is panting, blood running out of its mouth. Dean tells them: “That's not how you show your love for someone!” The demons eyes focus on his, and there is a silent sadness in them, as s/he dies, whimpering: “It's the only way I know...” As the older hunter gets up holding his back, Sam is right at his side, asking worried: “You okay bro? Let me see how deep those are!” Dean turns and pulls up his clothes, remarking: „We better get packing, I don't think we can afford to pay for all of this.” “Right on.”, Sam agrees. And then adds: “Dean?” “What?”, his brother returns, so he tells him: “Thanks for saving me. Again.” Dean nods: “You'd do the same. Now lets go.”
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