Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Part 2

Dean was inside the Smiths' bedroom. He had his flashlight on while searching the place.

He searched the closet, the bedcover, the drawers and found something at last in the bedside table's contents. A card.

"Madam Emerald's Fortune Telling," Dean read. "Lame."

***

Outside, Sam noticed the couple had just come back. He reached for his cellphone inside his coat pocket. His nervous fingers dropped the device.

As he reached for it his eyes fell into Mary's from far away. He became a statue in her stare.

"Honey, I'll go get your purse." Her husband said and went inside the house.

Dean was just re-checking the closet when the bedroom light was switched on. He turned around to face Clark standing in the doorway.

"Uh, anybody call for house inspection?" Dean asked with an uneasy smile reaching for the gun tucked behind his shirt.

"You dare intrude my Princess's lair?" Clark shouted angrily.

"Whoa dude! That's just too cheesy."

Clark ran towards Dean and then leapt on him. Dean didn't realize how strong and muscular the man on top of him was. He saw his pistol on the floor to his side, and began reaching for it.

The husband was choking Dean with all his strength. Dean's fingers seemed too far away from the pistol. Then he miraculously reached it and swung it against the side of Clark's head.

The big man fell to the carpeted floor as Dean cleared his throat.

***

Sam was staring into Mary's eyes. It seemed like forever. And in the next moment someone hit him out cold from behind.

***

"I need her!" Sam screamed his lungs out.

His skin was boiling red. His eyes glistened against the lamp's light.

"You came just in the nick of time, Bobb," Dean said.

Bobby was staring sadly at Sam, "Should've been here from the start. You two boys could've ended up killing each other over that woman."

"What were you busy with anyways?"

"You mind getting back to Sam's condition."

"How do we kill the bitch?"

"I want to indulge in her. Make love to her!" Sam snickered at them.

They were in the basement of Bobby's house. Sam had his wrists and ankles tied against a wooden chair in the middle of the room.

"We need a snake charmer," Bobby said.

"A what?"

Bobby finally stared at him. "You heard me. A snake charmer."

"And where are we supposed to find one?"

"I know a place."

***

Dean and Bobby entered a club called The Bellydancer.

They saw an elderly man wearing a suit and sporting a short gray-beard, similarly colored hair and sunglasses sitting alone in a booth.

"Nice flute." Bobby approaching the guy alongside Dean.

He gazed up at them then shifted his eyes to the table. "Thanks."

He rubbed his maroon-colored expensive looking flute with a yellow cloth.

"And nice view," Dean said checking out a waitress's behind.