Siren Song

CHAPTER 2

The sun tried to break through the clouds but failed miserably as the car pulled up to the motel. It was nothing out of the ordinary in this run down town. With shops boarded up and graffiti everywhere, no-one would pay it any attention. Dean looked at Sam with an all too familiar, "Here we go again," expression then parked the car, if you could call it that, when really he just chose the least muddy place to stop and turned off the engine. Pulling out his gun, he checked his clip. Full clip, one in the barrel, sweet this, motherfucking demon, was going down before Sam could be tempted. It wasn't like Sam went out his way, to fall for them, rather, that the evil inside him recognized a kindred spirit, and that was what he was attributing to lust. Okay, so that was the rationale he told himself over and over again. Easier to accept the lie than admit that your younger brother who idolized you, wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the soft naked flesh of a demon and to drink them dry. No wonder Lucifer wanted him as a vessel.   

Sam turned to Dean, "You ready?" he asked, giving him a quizzical glance as he opened his door. 

"Yeah, let's go," Dean replied as he stepped out and slammed the door shut. The wind whipped at him as he walked around to join Sam and head to the motel.  

As they strode up to the green door with the number four that swung loosely, Castiel appeared beside it.  His face was serious as always, but with warmth in his eyes, he looked at Dean. "Hello," he uttered in his deep, husky voice.

Exasperated, Dean stared at Castiel. "Hello? We've been praying for days, now you turn up, and all you can say is hello?"

Sam inclined his head towards Castiel. "Hey, any news?" 

Castiel's eyes lingered on the boys. "The Siren's gone," he said, lowering his eyes. 

As Sam pushed the door open and stepped inside to look for clues, flanked by Dean and Castiel, Dean threw his hands up in the air. "Damn it!" Demons were notoriously sloppy, and he had hoped she would have been too. Much to his chagrin the room was spotless. With his eyes attuned to porn, he spotted the camera before Castiel could get to it. "Ohh, hello, what have we here?" he smiled as he picked it up. Seeing that it was still recording, he rewound it and pressed play. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Castiel tied up, kneeling before a large dick and a close up of his mouth opening to receive it. He threw the camera down on the bed but itched to pick it up and keep watching. Castiel hastily picked up the camera as Dean looked away, grateful that he had decided against watching further. As Dean turned back, his hand stretched out in front of him, he smiled crookedly as he realized that Castiel had taken it.  

Sam rummaged through the drawers and cupboards trying to find something to tell them who the siren was and more importantly where they could find her. "Hey Dean, think I've found something," he said, holding up a small rectangular card with a warehouse address written upon it.  

Dean ambled across, took the card and inspected it. Clasping Sam on the back, he said, "Let's grab something to eat then check it out."

As Dean smiled, and headed to the car Castiel walked forward. He rested his long manly hand on Dean's shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "I'll see what I can find out," he said and vanished.