Graceful Jack (Supernatural)

Chapter Eight

Syd, as the older sibling, had always been overprotective. In the younger days, it had meant that Fee wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone, especially when it came to being a hunter. The older they got, the more Syd realized that Fee was able to take care of herself, probably more than any hunters. That didn't stop Syd from being overprotective in other ways. This certain way came from being abducted by certain creatures who needed snacks later and liked to hold victims. This was the first time that either sister had ever been abducted while on a job, but at least they were prepared.

Heading back to the minivan, Fee ripped off her high heels. While she did love them, killing a succubus wasn't the time or the place for them, if the heels could've been helpful. She set the phone down as it became to track her older sister's phone. Since Syd had always been so protective, it was only a guess that even when voluntarily going with a succubus, it was going into a safe place, an extra pocket as it were: the bra. In the back of the car, Fee rolled back the undertow to find all the nice trinkets and toys. Slipping on the sneakers, she heard the phone bing. Fee knew exactly where Syd and Jack-- and the rest of them-- were.

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This wasn't exactly the plan in all honesty. None of them had expected to find themselves in this situation. While they were meant to be bait, actually being caught wasn't the plan. However, when it came to Sam and Dean Winchester, it wasn't ever the plan.

This was meant to be a nice and easy kill-a-succubus fun weekend. Surprisingly, this wasn't fun. It was meant to be no strings attached. Surprisingly, they were all tied up. This was meant to lift the spirits. Surprisingly, that wasn't going so well. At least it was still a family outing, which was the purpose of this whole event. Maybe it wasn't a lazy weekend, but there was some fun. And maybe they hadn't taken out the monster, but at least the monster was pretty.

The succubus stood in front of them with flowing blonde hair and a nice dress. The succubus definitely had expensive style. With her long face and square chin, she really was beautiful. The dress and the heels matched, and when she walked, the whole room looked at her.

Also surprisingly, Syd was tied up along with them. Also surprisingly, apparently an angel and nephilim weren't immune to a succubus' charms.

The succubus came to stand in front of her tied up guests. Dean wore a discouraged face, but no one wore it better than Cas, who just looked grumpy. "Hello, dears. Sorry about this, but it was more than we were expecting, but don't be in fear, all of you will get a turn."

Dean shook his head and whispered to Sam, "I told you it was the sheriff."

"You didn't have any proof," Sam argued.

"I came back to the motel room feeling that way," Dean contended.

The succubus rolled her eyes and strolled down the lane. When she came to Syd, she slid a finger under the hunter's round face. "Now, you are a surprise. Unfortunately, you can't help me, but we can still have fun. I'm not picky." The succubus looked to the men. "However, the rest of you are going to be a difficult choice. Do I want the man in a suit?" She winked at Jack. "Do I want the mystery of a trench coat?" She winked at Cas. "Do I want a lumberjack?" She winked at Sam. "Or, do I want a cowboy?" She winked at Dean.

"I am not a cowboy." Dean was ready to say that to his grave. He didn't dress up as a cowboy.

"It's not a bad thing, sweetie."

"I just want everyone to know," Dean announced, "I did not dress up as a cowboy." Shaking his head, his lips pouted. "I did not dress up as a cowboy... this time," he conceded. "This time, I am not a cowboy."

The succubus didn't care what he thought he was dressed up as, because she knew what she wanted him dressed up as. Tsking his behavior, the succubus let her heels click against the concrete. Everything in this town was either cracked concrete or old wood. This worn down warehouse was no different. Broken beams of wood hung from the ground, and the cracked concrete had taken up layers and been placed in the corner. It smelt trash too, and it was probably because they were so close to the street of bars.

One had to imagine that a succubus didn't bring her victims here. It didn't scream romance; it screamed scary. There were many safety hazards, and Dean was sure that the sheriff knew that. The sheriff had just brought her victims here for safekeeping or at least until she was able to move them all. The fact that she alone had collected five victims was strange. A succubus didn't need this many.

This succubus, however, kept eyeing up her victims, licking her lips.

"What?" Dean demanded.

"It's hard to choose which one I want," she explained. "I think I'll have to choose you."

Dean's eyes grew wide. "Why me?"

"You pretended to be an FBI agent, but all you are is a hunter-- and not a good one at that." The succubus tsked again.

"I mean, he and his brother are pretty well known," called a female voice that was smooth as silk and as happy as rainbows. The voice echoed off the worn down warehouse. Her dress was from the bar, but her shoes at least kept her quiet. The sneakers were in fact making her sneaky. "I'll be honest, I definitely expected more. This is just sad." Fee walked into the large area and noticed the five hanging hunters. Her attention turned to the succubus. "Wow, you are beautiful."

The succubus smiled. "Oh, thanks. You're pretty too."

"OMG, thanks. You know, we women have to raise each other up." Fee held up two machetes. "But you're a succubus so I have to kill you." She flung the machetes around, ready to take off the succubus' head.

However, the succubus had other ideas. "Ladies!"

Suddenly, the sheriff succubus was not the only succubus. Appearing in basically every doorway, there were four more succubi. They came into the light, and all of them looked as ready for a fight as the sheriff.

Fee let out a nervous chuckle. "It's a good thing I stretched."