Graceful Jack (Supernatural)

Chapter Seven

They were going to the bars. The men had to look their best when it meant succubus hunting. Even though the succubus had moved to the cheaper seats, in truth, they still needed to stand out of the crowd.

Cas was the only one that didn't change, enjoying his trench coat look, and maybe the succubus would've too. Sam was back in flannel because why wasn't he going to be. He combed his hair off to the side, and he brushed his teeth. Jack decided to dress up in his FBI suit. When he was told to look good, nothing looked better than a suit, a commercial had once said. Also, he wanted to impress Fee. After shining his shoes, he put mouse in his hair. Then came Dean, and since we were in a town in the middle of nowhere, he decided to look like a--

"Cowboy?" Fee asked when the men asked as they walked out of the motel room and into the night. The interstates rumbled with cars, and the dim lights hummed ahead.

Dean stopped, wearing an aspirated face. "I'm not a cowboy," he argued. "If I was a cowboy I would be wearing—"

"Does it matter?" Syd asked. "We have a job to do, and with these four..." she couldn't quite find the word, "look, the succubus will have her choosing when it comes to types men, and that's what you were saying." Syd wasn't able to keep the grimace off her face. "The succubus doesn't have a type."

Fee huffed, but there was nothing she could've done about it. However, this was the last time she was letting any of them dress themselves.

"I think we look cool," Jack proclaimed positively.

Rolling their eyes, Fee and Syd got into their car, an old and clunky maroon minivan, while Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack got into their nice, sleek and black Chevy Impala. The males' car rumbled to a start before driving down the street toward the bars. The hunters waited for a second.

    "That car smells," Fee said as Syd said, "I can't believe you used date men like that."

    Syd, who was driving, started up their old but good minivan and started off down the bars. Once parked in the alleyway, they split into two teams. Dean and Jack were going with Fee, and Sam and Cas were going with Syd. There were only two more bars to hit, and if the succubus kept to the pattern, then she wasn't going to hit the same bar twice.

    At the bar, Dean took charge by walking in first. His boots thumped against the ground with every step, and when he walked inside, everyone came to stare at him. Dean thrived in the spotlight. "See," he said, happy with his actions. "If the succubus is here, she'll want me." Dean took off into the bar.

    The music was too loud, something between country and rap, and neither gave what the lyrics were. The bar was packed, which was unexpected and made things harder. The hope was that Fee was able to keep an eye out on Dean and Jack, but she wasn't able to see both in the bar. Thankfully, Jack didn't mind hanging closer to her.

    As they walked further into the bar, the ground was slick, covered in cheap light beer, and underneath their shoes, peanut shells cracked. The shells were pushed into the cracks in the olden and fake wood floors. The floor was so old that slumped in places. The bar stools scrapped against the floor, and loud men laugh to get attention. In the back, three games of pool were going in bright light. The exits weren't clearly marked, so if the succubus was local, then she had a better idea how to lure somewhat out.

    At the bar, Fee kept an eye on Dean as he pushed his way through the crowds. He passed many good looking women, and all of them glanced his way. That was one way of luring out a succubus. Jack glanced the other direction, looking to see if there were any women standing alone or didn't want to be noticed. The succubus probably wasn't out trying to be noticed. It was easier not to be found out by the police.

    "Do you see anything?" Fee asked. When Jack didn't response, she glanced his way, assuming that a succubus had stolen him right out from under her. Jack still stood there, but it was so loud that he didn't hear her. Looking out again, Fee realized she had lost Dean in the crowd. "Oh, crap." Spinning around, Fee grabbed Jack's arm. "Stay here," she ordered. "I'll be right back."

    "What about the succubus?" Jack asked.

    Fee advised, "Don't talk to any girls."

    "I meant you."

    "Trust me. I can handle myself." Succubus also wasn't her type.

    Walking through the crowd, Fee practically had to push some people out of the way to try and get to Dean's last position. Men stepped in her way, and she quickly shut them down. Reaching into her purse, she grasped for a gun, not wanting to pull it out in a public area. Finally getting through the crowd in the public area, then she was able to see Dean. He was talking up a whole group of women, who laughed at everything he said.

    "And then I was like," Dean continued.

    Grabbing a hold of his arm, Fee spun him around. "Hey," one of the girls called.

    Fee growled, "Back off." Turning her attention to Dean, she was fully ready to scold him publicly. "I told you to stay where I could see you."

    "Come on," Dean said. "It's not like a succubus is going to do it here. Look at all the people."

    "Abductions usually happen in public areas." Also, succubus were known to lure away victims with sexual attraction. "I told you to stay where I can see you."

    Dean didn't like being told what to do, that was easily apparent. "Where's the kid?"

    "I made him wait at the bar."

    "You left him alone!" Dean moved past her, pushing his way through the crowd. The dancing and partying people happily moved out of their way for him, but once again, Fee was stuck pushing people out of the way. She lost Dean in the crowd as bodies pushed up against her, and once again, a man tried to get in her way. Fee literally propelled him gone.

    When she finally made it to the bar, both Dean and Jack were gone. "Son of a bitch." Stepping up to the hard and old wood bar, she slammed her phone down at the bartender. "Have you seen either of these guys?"

    The bartender was far more focused on her boobs. She was wearing that dress again. "Sugarpie, don't worry about them. I'm free."

    Flipping her hair back, Fee pasted a smile and good-girl look on her face. She let her eyes show some mystery; men liked that. Wrapping her hand around the back of the bartender's neck and bottom of the head, she said, "If you don't tell me what you know about these two guys in the picture, I will slam your head down into this bar and break your nose, and if I really don't get the answer I like, I will break your jaw. Now," Fee slid the phone closer to the bartender, "tell me where these two men went, sugarpie."

    Initially, the bartender had tried to break free of the hold, but Fee was strong. He stuttered, "Some chick-- lady took them out the front door. They just went with her. If you were expecting them to stay faithful--"

    Fee slammed his head down into the bar. It wasn't hard enough to break his jaw or nose, but it was going to give him a headache. Thankfully, the music was loud so barely anyone noticed.

    Dashing to the exit, Fee ran into the cold air in her heels and tight dress. Besides the local drunks, there was no one else on the street. She let out a groan. Pulling out her cell phone, she began to call Syd. Her heels clicked against the cracked concrete as she moved across the street and into the bar where Syd, Cas and Sam were supposed to be. Peeking inside, there was barely anyone. The music was at a low hum, and the bartender peeked up. Just some old people played the slots. Easily, she sat that there was no Syd, Cas or Sam.

    Finally, the phone call went to voicemail. "This is Syd. You know what to do."

    "This is what I get for wearing heels."