GASOLINE | S.W.

Chapter 5

Dean struggled against the two hypnotized men as they held him down on the performance stage. Sam was currently knocked out on the floor below. The woman above him, Randa, stepped forward, her heels clicking on the stage.

"You can't imagine who I was before, the shy, awkward little girl from Georgia with a heart conditon." Randa spoke, mocking a southern accent.

"Then I had the surgery. I became freaking Xena:Warrior Princess." She placed a foot on Dean's chest and dug her heel into his chest. He clenched his teeth in pain as he glared at the woman.

Randa straddled Dean, "I couldn't dissect a frog in high school, but sacrificing to Cacao? It's better than sex." She proceeded to rip his button up shirt open and trace his chest, "So, if I go real slow, take my time and enjoy this, I can show you your actual beating heart before you die."

She drove her nails into Dean's chest, the oldest Winchester yelling out in pain. Sam twitched on the floor as he slowly regained consciousness. His vision was blurry as he tried to find his brother.

Dean groaned as he tried to fight the men holding him down. His strength was beginning to fail as Randa dug her fingers deeper into his flesh.

The blade that Dean had dropped pierced through Randa's chest. Her eyes and chest glowed red as she screamed, the heart in her chest exploding in a burst of crimson energy.

The two men holding Dean down released him, organs in their bodies also exploding. Dean gasped and held his chest while Sam stood up. With one last scream, Randa dropped to the floor, the knife buried in the middle of her back.

Macon stood in Randa's place.

Her metal arm glinted in the lights of the strip club as Sam and Dean stared at her in shock. High pitched noises came from her arm, the plates shifting as she crossed both arms across her chest, "You gonna thank me?"

Sam couldn't help, but smile, "Thanks." Macon took Dean's hand with her metal one and pulled him onto his feet with one solid jerk. "You ok?" Macon asked him, looking down at the holes in his shirt. Dean winced slightly, but shook his head yes. "Thank you." He told her genuinely.

The three of them walked to the back alley where their vehicles were parked. "How did you know where to find us anyway?" Sam asked as Macon leaned against her bike. She slipped her jacket on, "Gut feeling."

Sam cocked his head in confusion. "I tracked your phone through GPS." The taller man scoffed out a laugh. Macon's lips turned up into a little grin. She fished out a cigarette and a lighter, lighting it up and taking a long drag.

"Thank you again for helping us. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't of come when you did." Sam said, gesturing to his brother during the last sentence. "Probably would've gotten ganked by that witchy stripper." Dean replied with a slight grin.

Macon took her cigarette between her index and middle finger, exhaling a puff of smoke. She waved her cigarette in the direction of his sleek, black Chevrolet, "That's a nice ride." The oldest Winchester looked between the woman and his car before smiling proudly, "Thanks, she's my Baby. You got a pretty set of wheels, too."

Macon smirked, "Yeah, she's a mean old thing." She patted the handlebars. Macon paused before turning to the two brothers, "I've been thinking about what you said and I think it's time I stopped running alone."

"So, you wanna come with us? Hunt with us?" Sam asked, trying to hide an excited smile. Macon interested him and he kind of wanted to know more. "If it's ok with both of you."

Sam turned and looked at him brother. Dean smiled a slightly forced smile, "Welcome aboard." Macon smirked before going around her bike and straddling it.