Grey

22.

"So he hangs out in, this club?" I say eyeballing the building up and down as we sat in the car. "Looks extremely douchey."

They both chuckle in agreement.

"So you remember what to do, right?" Sam asks turning towards me.

I nod.

"Yeah. Flirt his ass out of there."

Dean chokes.

"No- no one said "flirting". You will "lure" him out. Lure, Grey."

"Same thing." I shrug.

"No it's really not. You're a child. Children don't "flirt"." He shutters.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Could you be more offensive, please."

My sarcasm causes him to copy my previous jester.

"Look lets just do this before I change my mind."

I was already out of the car though. As I'm walking I unbutton my shirt a little, not too much but enough. Dean shakes his head, giving a look of disapproval/disgust but he reframes from saying  anything. I think how strange this is. Why wasn't this bothering me? Considering what happened to fifteen year old Bradlii, I'm surprised I was okay with this. Now that I think about it, I've been a little too okay with a lot lately. I've not had any panic attacks or anxiety in general. Which is very strange because anxiety runs my life basically.

Instinctively I rub the back of my shoulder as all these thoughts roll through my head. Maybe the mark has something to do with that...

"FBI." The boys say flashing their badges to the bouncer outside the club.  He nods letting them in but stops me.

"Intern." They say again in unison. They both look at each other, annoyed on how in sync they were.

I'm allowed to pass with another nod.

"Okay, this is what he looks like." Dean says bringing up a picture on his phone that Garth sent him I guess.

It was a security cam picture from a gas station. Even though his face was blurry, I could still make out distinct features. He had a very sharp jawline and blonde hair.

"Got it." I thumbs up.

"Just like we talked about, lure him outside to the back alley. We'll be waiting." Dean yells over the music.

"Right, flirt him to the back, got it." I say patting his shoulder and walking towards the front of the club.

Blonde....sharp jawline....blonde....sharp jawline.....blonde- bingo.

I was surprised I found him that quickly but he was hard to miss. He looked about thirty and was flirting away on a young lady in her twenties who didn't look very interested. She looked more interested in the girl who was flirting with the bartender. I quickly walk over, trying to get a spot next to him.

At first it was hard to get his attention without being too obvious. I get the bartender to get me a glass of water as I try to think on how to be smooth about this. So what do I come up with you ask? I "accidentally" spill my water all over him. Real smooth, I know.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I gush out dramatically.

At first he seems a bit annoyed but as he gets a good look at me, his face softens.

"It's no problem, just water." He smiles.

"Still, I'm so clumsy." 

"Aren't you a little young to be in here baby?" He notes, looking at me up and down.

"Don't you like that type?" I say getting a little closer to him. "Young, full of life?"

I run my hand along his thigh as I speak. I try to make my neck look as available as possible without looking like I was having a neck spasm. I think it works though when he smirks at me.

"Come here," I say taking his hand and try leading him to the back.

Sam and Dean should be waiting outside in the back alley for me and this creep. I kept surprising myself through this whole thing. I mean I was tough before but now- now everything from my past felt numb. It didn't hurt like it should. Like I knew I should feel guilty or really messed about everything- but I didn't.

"Slow down baby." He coos behind me as we approach the back hallway, where it was completely empty. The door to the back alley was only a few feet away.

"What's your rush?" He chuckles, pulling me back to him.

I sigh, putting on a sweet face.

"No rush," I whisper, pushing him against the wall seductively.

Then I kiss him. I kept expecting myself to cross a line sooner or later but nothing fazed me. I mean it wasn't exactly peaches and pears kissing him but it didn't bother me. Not like it probably should.

I slowly try to lead him to the door and at first it was working. But then he changed.

"You smell..." He inhales deeply. "Devine."

He lifts his hand and sparks begin to cling to it like vines on a tree. What the hell?

"Dean!" I scream as loud as I can right before he lays two fingers to my chest.

Then everything goes dark.

Dean's P.O.V

"Why did we send her in there again?" I ask gripping my knife as we waited in the alley for Grey.

"Because she was going to do it with or without us." Sam chuckles.

"You're not worried at all?" I note.

"Well of course but I don't know Dean, she's different. She's stronger. She seems more level headed."

"Yeah and how long is that going to last?"

"Why do you assume the other shoe is going to drop?"

"Because it always does."

He sighs and I get the feeling he was about to say something when we a hear a scream.

"Dean!" Grey screams from the other side of the door.

Sam and I charge towards the entrance, kicking it open almost instantly.

"Grey!" I yell, holding up my knife. She wasn't here.

Sam and I exchange looks, reading each other's mind as we charge through the club looking for her.

"Dean," Sam breathes as we finally make it out the front door.

He didn't have to say it though, I knew.

"She's gone." I say, finishing his sentence.