In The Mouth Of The Rat
By: Tidia, December 2007
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Supernatural is owned by Kripke. Thank you to Ridley C. James for
creating The Brotherhood Universe
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Chapter 5/9
Dean pulled into the Dollhouse parking lot, and hadn't stopped smiling
since they left the house. He had annoyed Caleb to no end, asking since
eight o'clock if they would be leaving soon.
They didn't leave until ten.
"Deuce, we can leave. I can call Josh. Hell, he can bring Ian and
Fisher and they can figure this out." Caleb said, trying to tempt Dean
to turning the car around. He had a bad feeling. "You always wanted to
stick it to them-they'd be getting our sloppy seconds."
"Tempting, Damien. I haven’t seen them in awhile and I want to keep it
that way. You're never like this on a gig. You had a vision?"
"Nope, wish I did," Caleb stated and got out of the car, knowing there
was no logical reason for them not to enter The Dollhouse. Dean was
already a few steps ahead, the psychic caught up. "Dude, you are
totally geeking out. It's embarrassing." Caleb elbowed Dean as they
walked to the entrance.
"You're just jealous 'cause Airlea is hotter than Eleni." Dean shoved
Caleb.
Caleb laughed. He loved the younger hunter's audacity. "Just remember
I'm watching you." Reaves brought his fingers to his eyes and then
pointed at Winchester.
They were waved in by the bouncer and went into the club, heading for
the bar. The pulsating, techno music immediately greeted them. Another
bartender offered to serve them, but Dean waved her off, pointing to
Airlea.
"That's the den mother." Caleb pointed to the bartender who went to
fetch Airlea. She was still wearing her dominatrix leather dress. Both
Caleb and Dean leaned over the bar as they watched the leather clad
bartender caress Airlea, letting her hand settle on Airlea's backside
before whispering into her and gesturing to Dean and Caleb. It was
erotic, and Caleb was convinced The Dollhouse knew how to sell
sensuality. He was turned on, and a glance at Dean showed he was too.
Airlea made her way over, wearing a white tank top, jeans and a few
thready silver necklaces. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Boys, welcome back." She got two glasses and pulled them beers.
Airlea placed the beers in front of them. Dean raised his mug. "Been
looking forward to seeing you again."
Caleb stepped on Dean's foot. "Dean said you owned this place. Pretty
much seen everyone come and go?" Reaves asked, trying to get some
questions answered.
Airlea gave a tight lipped smile. "You could say that."
The psychic was leading to ask another question when he felt arms wrap
around his torso. "You're making me wait for you." Eleni pouted,
bringing her hand to his face and then drifting down his neck.
Caleb pulled Eleni in closer, his lips almost on hers. "Don't you know
good things come to those who wait?"
Finally, Dean seemed to be able to control his ogling and remember they
were there for a job. Caleb was relieved his friend was showing some
sense. "A buddy of ours told us about this girl, supposedly worked
here? Named Diana?"
"Hmm." Airlea gave a noncommittal shrug. "She works here, but not
tonight."
Dean glanced at Caleb who was struggling to handle the aggressive
Eleni. "So we'll have to come back to talk to her?"
"Sure, maybe tomorrow." Airlea replied, brushing her hand against
Dean's arm.
"Tomorrow sounds good." Dean leaned in closer to be heard over the loud
music, and smiled, watching as Airlea went to help another customer.
Reaves had finally grabbed both of Eleni's hand and held them to get
her attention. He seemed to have lost Dean's focus to Airlea. The
younger hunter was watching the bar owner's backside. "Can you tell us
about her? She just start or something?"
"No, she's been around for awhile." Eleni made an over pronounced sad
smile and jutted out her lower lip. "Why are you asking about her? Do
you like her more than me?"
"No, I just heard about her because of my friend. Don't pout, Baby."
Caleb released her hands and rubbed his hands down her arms.
"Come with me." Eleni grabbed his hand, and tried to pull him away from
the bar area.
"Not right now." Caleb was trying to prolong private time with the
stripper. He wanted as much information as possible, and Dean seemed to
be enraptured. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"I did." Eleni answered. "Now it's time I show you." She tugged Caleb's
arm.
He had already garnered useless data from Eleni over email. He
remembered her favorite color was purple and she liked puppies.
Honestly, what more was there to know about her? That was what he
usually knew about his dates. "Deuce," Caleb called out in a loud voice
to get his friend's attention over the music. He seemed to be getting
accustomed to the monotonous beat.
Dean turned and raised his glass to Caleb. "I know stay put, right in
your sights. Got it."
Caleb allowed himself to be led to the back, glass enclosed, private
room. He figured a quickie and then he'd be able to get Eleni's
attention to ask her some more pertinent questions. The glass door
swished open, and Eleni didn't wait for it to close as she pushed him
against the wall. Caleb twisted so her back was against wall and he
could look out, keeping an eye on Dean.
Eleni drew him in closer and plunged in for a heated kiss, tugging at
his shirt, her hands up and down his torso.
Immediately, a stabbing pain shot through his head, making him wince.
Panting, he brought a hand to his forehead and another on her chest to
push her back.
"What's the matter?" She asked, but kept her hands on him. She didn't
wait for an answer as she went to the button of his jeans.
"Nothing," he said, ignoring the spreading pain making stars appear
before his eyes.
She was back on him with her tongue down his throat. Eleni was wearing
a sequined bra top and matching hot pants. Caleb found the clasp,
hidden by some sequins. The three clasps released, revealing her smooth
breasts.
She lifted her arms up so he could admire them, but instead he shook
his head.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Caleb swallowed at the sudden nausea.
He wiped sweat from his fevered brow, his body unable to decide if he
was hot or cold.
"What?" Eleni said with shock. "Relax," she cooed and massaged a small
circle pattern on his back.
Caleb put his hand on the wall to steady himself. He looked out the
glass, unable to see Dean. "Where's my friend?" He coughed, shrugged
off Eleni's hand, finding it uncomfortable instead of soothing. He
regained his breath. "Where's Dean?"
Eleni stepped back and fastened her bra once more. She pursed her lips
and placed her hands on her hips. "Honey, I think you need to go home."
She started to walk away from him.
He snatched his hand out and grabbed her forearm. He wrapped another
arm around his stomach, feeling as though he had been slashed in the
abdomen. "My friend-"
Eleni's nose flared. She shrugged off his arm. "Don't see him. He's
probably tied up." She added with a giggle.
"That's what I'm afraid of. . ." He stumbled to the door, trying to
stand upright, but only making it to a hunched over. "I'm gonna be
sick," he said to no one in particular as the glass door swung open.
The music became louder, and the strobe lights made his headache worse.
He used the wall and tactile senses to make his way through the room.
"Deuce?" he called out.
As he made his way through the main room, ignoring the other patrons
and his body's failure, he found a difference in the structure of the
door. He knew buildings, his degree in architecture making up for his
lack of psychic abilities at the moment. There was a pocket door. He
patted the wall, feeling for the latch.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Sugar," it was Eleni purring in his
ear, "I can call you a cab; make sure you get home. . ."
Caleb ignored her, successful in finding the latch. He slid the door
open. There was low, recessed lighting in the room, highlighting the
deep blue hue of the two hundred square foot room. In the center of the
room was a bed, Caleb could make out two shapes, a woman her dark hair,
loose and flowing and someone else. "Deuce?" Caleb narrowed his eyes to
try to discern if the other person was his friend, and also to minimize
the exploding headache.
He was unsuccessful. Caleb fell to his knees; Eleni seemed to be
pushing him down. As he came closer to the carpet he vomited, he tried
to wipe his mouth or do something but instead he succumbed to darkness
and crumpled to the floor.
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Caleb raised his arm to cover his eyes so the bright sunlight would not
infiltrate any further. His arm against his forehead was causing beads
of sweat to form at the point of contact. Reaves groaned in frustration
as he just wanted to stay in bed a little while longer. But, it was too
bright and warm; someone must have shut the air conditioning off and
forgotten to pull down the shades.
"Argh!" Caleb opened his eyes. He bent his neck in confusion. He was
lying down, staring at the interior roof of the Impala.
The heat was stifling. He noticed the windows were closed and he was in
the front seat. The sun was shining through. He moved his tongue around
in his mouth. He rubbed a hand down his face, assessing himself. He
glanced down, and the top button of his jeans was undone. He wrinkled
his nose as he smelled rancid smell of vomit.
It had been a horrible night.
He remembered Eleni, the promised hot sex, finding Dean and then
passing out.
Humiliating and horrible.
Dean had evidently gotten them home, because Reaves could see the beach
house looming ahead. They were in the driveway. Caleb deduced that the
young hunter had left the psychic in the car while he caught up on his
sleep. As soon as Reaves was able he was going to march up the stairs,
go to Dean's room and kick his ass. Rules were to leave no man behind,
which Caleb defined as being placed on a couch, at least, in an air
conditioned home.
The thought of air conditioner twenty feet away got him moving. Caleb
was surprised the keys were still in the ignition. It was unusual for
Dean to be careless when it came to the Impala. With a relish Reaves
snatched the keys out of the ignition. He made plans to hide the keys,
wonderful revenge for leaving Caleb in a hot car to ripen in the sun.
Caleb pushed himself to a sitting position, looking out the front
windshield, staying a minute to try to make sense of last night.
The strip club, Eleni, and getting sick were all connected. It had
happened twice and no longer a coincidence. He smiled in relief. He had
been slightly worried for 'Little Caleb,'
and that he was losing his touch especially where his
protégé had been successful.
He then heard a low moan emanating from the backseat. Slowly, he turned
his whole body around.
He frowned. Caleb got on his knees so that he was facing the backseat.
The person lying across the street wore Dean's clothes-jeans, boots and
a grey t-shirt. But the rest. . . Reaves squinted.
Damn, it was Dean.
"Deuce?" Caleb reached out and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, not
wanting to touch the wrinkled arm.
Another moan and green eyes opened. It was a definite confirmation that
this was in fact Dean.
The younger hunter, although that really didn't seem to be the right
description at the moment, licked his lips. His eyes shifted to Caleb.
"What happened?"
And Caleb didn't have an answer.
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