Fic: That's What You Get For Waking Up in Vegas, Part 2
Title: That's What You Get For Waking Up in Vegas
Author:princess_schez
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,500+ (total for both parts)
Warnings: Some language and violence, spoilers for S6.
Author's Notes: . Takes place in between "Mommy Dearest" and "The Man Who Would Be King." Since there is no clearly defined timeline between those two episodes (as listed by hells_half_acre's incredible timeline here), I decided to place this near Sam's birthday. Beta'd by the talented sendintheklowns and lisa725. Title is from the song, "Waking Up in Vegas" by Katy Perry.
Summary: Helping out one of their father's old friends, Sam and Dean travel to Las Vegas to investigate a reported haunted casino. Written for the 50states_spn community challenge.
Part 2
Inside the coffee shop, Sam pulled up several search engines on his laptop, making efficient use of the hotel’s free Wi-Fi service as a friendly waiter brought over a fresh cup of hot tea. Looking at his watch, Sam figured Dean would’ve been down by now seeing as he was just doing a quick EMF sweep in a small room.
A part of him wondered if Dean was busy chatting up another busty chick in the process. If this had even been just a few years ago, it would’ve been a possibility, but Dean was different now.
Instead of worrying about his brother at the moment, he decided to just enjoy the few moments of quiet time. He hadn’t gotten much of that lately, not since his soul was reinserted. Dean had been watching him like a hawk, and it had gotten kind of annoying, but Sam didn’t say anything. He knew his brother was just worried and over-protective, but he loved him for it.
He tried searching for any info they could use, but since they didn’t have a name, it made the search a little bit harder. Sam didn’t mind the challenge. There had been times in the past he’d had less to go on, and he’d usually found what he was looking for, even if it took a great deal of time.
Strangely, there hadn’t been much info on the incident; it seemed the hotel had tried to keep it pretty hush-hush for the sake of business, as any such reports were nearly impossible to find and none mentioned the hotel directly. It bothered Sam that a murderer got away clean while the victim simply faded into a macabre urban legend.
Sighing, Sam closed that webpage and was about to turn his laptop off and see what Dean was up to when a link caught his attention. Clicking it, it took him to a site listing different urban legends by state. Clicking up the section entitled “Nevada’s strange and spooky,” a small smile crept onto his face before quickly changing into a frown.
The article mentioned a grad student who had turned to prostitution as a way to pay her way through med school and died under mysterious circumstances in an unnamed Vegas casino a few months ago. The woman’s body had been cremated and resided with her family in Henderson. There was a picture of her beside the article. Sam stared at the picture for a few moments, unsure whether his eyes were playing tricks on him as the image of the dead girl’s haunting eyes stared back at him. That was the exact same picture Zach had in his wallet. A sinking feeling settled inside Sam’s stomach.
Closing the laptop, he hastily left a few bucks on the table to pay for his drink and tip before hurrying out of the coffee shop. His body tensed slightly, that all-too-familiar feeling of dread filling him as he silently prayed that Dean was okay. He tried calling Dean’s phone, but it just went to voicemail.
-0-
Reaching for the spare key card in his pocket, Sam quickly looked around the vacant hallway, making sure the coast was clear of any people. It was eerie how quiet things were up here, much t*o so for a bustling casino. The loud din of the electronic machines and the whooping and hollering of people below seemed unnaturally hushed. The air around him gave off a sort of electrical charge, his arm becoming goose bumped as he opened the room. His eyes were met with total darkness as he breathed in the stench of sulfur.
His anxiety went into overdrive.
Feeling around for a light switch, he flipped it up and saw Dean sitting on a chair, hands tied behind his back and looking pissed. A large gag was placed around his mouth. Setting the laptop on the nightstand, he hurried over and removed the gag.
“Dean! What happened?”
“Zach’s what happened!” Dean yelled.
“It’s not Zach, or at least, it hasn’t been in a while. I’m borrowing his meat for the time being.”
Sam turned around to see Zach McLachlan walking toward them, his once blue eyes now solid black. His smile grew wider as he snapped his fingers and the door to the room closed and locked them inside.
“Your asses are so mine,” the demon said with a grin.
“What? Did we kill your mommy or daddy or something?” Dean spat angrily as Sam made to go after the demon. But he was prepared, and with the wave of his hand, Sam went flying into the wall, arms and legs pinned.
“Seems to be a bit of a habit for your brother, going sailing into things,” Zach commented to Dean. “Must get pretty tiresome after a while.”
“Go to Hell!” Dean exclaimed.
Zach pursed his lips together before leaning close to Dean and slapping him hard across the face. “No thanks. I’ve been there already. Finally crawled out.”
"What do you want with us?” Sam growled. His head throbbed something awful as his eyes shifted in and out of focus, but he remained conscious. Zach left Dean and walked over to where Sam lay, smiling down at him.
The demon chuckled as he patted Sam on the face. So far, Zach was only watching Sam, and Dean hoped his brother could occupy the dick just a little longer so he could finish loosening his restraints and get free.
“The photo in your wallet was a trick!” Sam said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “We know you had something to do with it. I saw the photo in your wallet.”
“It wasn’t all a trick, Sammy boy. Killing the prostitute was very much real. All I had to do was just get the whore drunk and off the side of the floor she went,” he said with a vicious smirk and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
“So killing the girl was just to get us down here?” Sam asked, repulsed at the thought. Silently he hoped Dean was making good progress on his bonds.
“Very good, young grasshopper. But really, it was all for fun. After all, who doesn’t come to Vegas to let loose and kill a few dozen people in the process? I suppose you must not have heard about the cocktail waitress whose throat I slit three weeks ago down in Laughlin. Oops, I guess that must've slipped my mind, too. Honestly, killing people tends to do that to a demon. So many killings, so little time."
The demon casually waved a hand in the air. “It’s amazing what a little PhotoShopping can get you with two solemn little pricks with a mile long list of daddy issues. And yet, you come running when someone who said they knew him comes calling. Talk about desperate.”
"You just need to shut the hell up already," Dean exclaimed, throwing off the remains of his bonds and slamming the demon with a right hook that knocked him down. Coughing and spitting out blood and a couple of broken teeth, Zach looked up with his black eyes glinting, but it was enough time to break the spell holding Sam.
Zach turned, his face scrunched up in agony as he tried lunging for Sam, but Dean grabbed hold and held him tightly by the shirt. The demon flinched, squirming in Dean’s grasp as the brothers recited their exorcism.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et sect a diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
Zach’s head flew back as black smoke came pouring out, his body writhing before going limp in Dean’s grip. Gently setting the body down onto the floor, Sam pulled himself up into a kneeling position and checked for a pulse. Fingers feeling around Zach’s throat, the younger Winchester felt nothing.
Reaching into Zach’s pocket and pulling out his wallet, Dean removed the lock of hair nestled inside.
Beside him, the spirit of the young woman watched as Dean lit it on fire. Her ghost vanished instantly as the last bits of hair coiled and smoldered inside the room’s kitchen sink. The smell of burning hair was pungent but not unbearable. It was the least of all the things they smelled in their work.
“At least the girl now is at peace,” Sam commented, more to himself than anything.
Dean nodded. “What exactly did you find out about her?”
“She was a grad student who took to this life to pay her bills. Her body was cremated, and it’s residing with her family in Henderson.”
“And the only reason she died was because demons decided to kill her to get us down here. But what do we do with his body?”
Sam’s brow furrowed. There was no way they could get a body down 14 flights of stairs without being seen. They couldn’t even get it out to the service elevator without the risk of being caught. Their predicament was interrupted when there was a knock on the door and a female’s voice spoke up.
“Sam? Dean? Are you in there?”
-0-
The GM was a shapely brunette woman in her mid-40s. Sam couldn’t help but notice that Dean was watching her closely out of the corner of his eyes. Whether it was because she was attractive or because Dean didn’t trust her, Sam wasn’t sure. But given how Zach had fooled them, Sam would’ve safely bet on the latter.
Closing the office door, she took a seat behind her large desk, looking between the brothers, her eyes not accusing but more sympathetic.
After they’d exorcised Zach, they tried to hide the body as best as they could to no avail before opening the door to the strange woman who seemed to know them. It had been a long, quiet trip down to the main floor, the brothers wondering if all those movies were true in that people were taken to a secret location in the casino to have the crap beaten out of them. Or was that only saved for card counters? The anxiety was killing them, and they were used to pretty stressful situations.
But they weren’t taken to a dingy room where some big burley dude was waiting for them; instead, they followed the woman to a well-lit, plush office with the name Stacy McDonaldson painted on the door in fancy lettering.
Their worst fears quickly vanished when the woman announced she was Bobby Singer’s West Coast contact. To prove her story truthful, she pulled out her cell phone and showed them Bobby’s direct line.
“You boys almost gave me a heart attack!” she scolded, pocketing her phone inside her gray blazer. “I’ve been on the trail of that asshole for some time, and you two just barged right in here!”
“If you were on his trail, why did you hire him to work here? Why not just kill him and be done with it?” Dean asked, not liking being reprimanded by someone he didn’t know. Sam watched them both, choosing not to say anything just yet.
“I had to keep him where I could watch him closely. I had to be certain it was him. The damned demon jumped bodies on me a few times, and I lost track of him.”
“You coulda just used holy water on him!” Dean was amazed that the woman who knew one of the best hunters around had let this bastard slip through her grasp.
The woman raised a thin eyebrow at him, not sure how to respond to the man before her who was making it sound as if she didn’t know how to do her job.
“I used holy water, but I couldn’t go around spiking drinks or splashing it on people. It would’ve looked suspicious, not to mention I probably would’ve lost my job. I need this job; you wouldn’t believe how many creatures pass through a casino on a regular basis.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t the demon working here for a few months? Surely you must’ve noticed something?” Dean inquired.
Stacy sighed. “At first, no. He seemed … normal. It wasn’t until just recently I noticed him acting odd. I pulled up any info I could with the help of my police friends. Nothing unusual showed up, unless you count a pastor ditching the cloth and deciding to work in Sin City as odd. But then the truly weird stuff started happening. Once I knew what body he was in, I couldn’t let on I knew. I’m so sorry a poor girl had to die.”
“How did you know we were here?” Sam asked, finally speaking up.
“Video surveillance. It’s one of the perks of being the general manager.” Stacy smiled mysteriously at the brothers.
“I am grateful that you took care of it,” she continued. “I mean, we never publicly confirmed this place was haunted, but you know, word like this travels fast in paranormal circles.” Taking a deep breath, she added, “And to show my appreciation, you two can stay at the hotel for the next few days completely on the house. Meals, gambling, you name it.”
Dean’s face lit up like Sam had never seen it before. It was like someone had declared Christmas would take place everyday for the rest of eternity.
Looking at his brother, Dean said with a smirk, "Happy Birthday, Sammy!"
-0-
“Where in the hell are my pants?” Dean exclaimed, frantically tearing through the hotel room. He flipped over and emptied out his duffle bag, rifling through it to no avail.
“Dude, stop yelling. My head friggin’ hurts!” Sam groaned, rolling over in bed to see - through groggy, bloodshot eyes - the digital clock next to him. He barely made out the numbers 7:45 A.M. He wasn’t sure why the numbers were dancing before him.
But the spectacle of his brother demolishing the hotel room, cursing and yelling for his lost pants all the while wearing only a pair of boxers was not something Sam wanted to see so early in the morning. Or at all.
A fresh wave of nausea washed over him as he ran a hand through his hair, stunned to find a blue sequined feather in his hand. He didn’t remember how it had gotten there, and he was sure he didn’t want to know … or remember.
Some birthday this had turned out to be.
-0-
Taking in the spectacle of flamboyantly dressed tourists in spandex around him, Crowley sighed. It wasn’t often demons sighed. Usually things went smoothly - and as planned - for them. Usually. But then, Winchesters weren’t usually involved. The living, breathing, pains in his arse could quite literally be the second death of him.
But the whole mission wasn’t a total waste. The brothers would be out of commission for a bit, considering the size of their hangovers. It would only be for a few days, but anything that slowed them up a bit was welcomed. And as long as their feathery dick friend didn’t find out what he just did to his favorite pets, all would be right with the world.
It was a tough job opening Purgatory, but someone had to have the balls to do it. And he couldn’t have hunters ruining his well-thought out plan.
With a smirk, he walked out of the casino, blending into the mass of people before rounding a corner and disappearing from sight.
The End
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A/N: One of the more interesting things about this fic is the fact that there are indeed rumors of the Luxor hotel being haunted by a prostitute who jumped from the 12th-14th floor. Also, legend has it there are also three construction workers who died during the building of it that are reported to haunt the location, too. I haven’t been inside it in ages; but who knows, maybe I’ll go back one day and see for myself if the rumors are true. ;-)
Author:princess_schez
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,500+ (total for both parts)
Warnings: Some language and violence, spoilers for S6.
Author's Notes: . Takes place in between "Mommy Dearest" and "The Man Who Would Be King." Since there is no clearly defined timeline between those two episodes (as listed by hells_half_acre's incredible timeline here), I decided to place this near Sam's birthday. Beta'd by the talented sendintheklowns and lisa725. Title is from the song, "Waking Up in Vegas" by Katy Perry.
Summary: Helping out one of their father's old friends, Sam and Dean travel to Las Vegas to investigate a reported haunted casino. Written for the 50states_spn community challenge.
Part 2
Inside the coffee shop, Sam pulled up several search engines on his laptop, making efficient use of the hotel’s free Wi-Fi service as a friendly waiter brought over a fresh cup of hot tea. Looking at his watch, Sam figured Dean would’ve been down by now seeing as he was just doing a quick EMF sweep in a small room.
A part of him wondered if Dean was busy chatting up another busty chick in the process. If this had even been just a few years ago, it would’ve been a possibility, but Dean was different now.
Instead of worrying about his brother at the moment, he decided to just enjoy the few moments of quiet time. He hadn’t gotten much of that lately, not since his soul was reinserted. Dean had been watching him like a hawk, and it had gotten kind of annoying, but Sam didn’t say anything. He knew his brother was just worried and over-protective, but he loved him for it.
He tried searching for any info they could use, but since they didn’t have a name, it made the search a little bit harder. Sam didn’t mind the challenge. There had been times in the past he’d had less to go on, and he’d usually found what he was looking for, even if it took a great deal of time.
Strangely, there hadn’t been much info on the incident; it seemed the hotel had tried to keep it pretty hush-hush for the sake of business, as any such reports were nearly impossible to find and none mentioned the hotel directly. It bothered Sam that a murderer got away clean while the victim simply faded into a macabre urban legend.
Sighing, Sam closed that webpage and was about to turn his laptop off and see what Dean was up to when a link caught his attention. Clicking it, it took him to a site listing different urban legends by state. Clicking up the section entitled “Nevada’s strange and spooky,” a small smile crept onto his face before quickly changing into a frown.
The article mentioned a grad student who had turned to prostitution as a way to pay her way through med school and died under mysterious circumstances in an unnamed Vegas casino a few months ago. The woman’s body had been cremated and resided with her family in Henderson. There was a picture of her beside the article. Sam stared at the picture for a few moments, unsure whether his eyes were playing tricks on him as the image of the dead girl’s haunting eyes stared back at him. That was the exact same picture Zach had in his wallet. A sinking feeling settled inside Sam’s stomach.
Closing the laptop, he hastily left a few bucks on the table to pay for his drink and tip before hurrying out of the coffee shop. His body tensed slightly, that all-too-familiar feeling of dread filling him as he silently prayed that Dean was okay. He tried calling Dean’s phone, but it just went to voicemail.
-0-
Reaching for the spare key card in his pocket, Sam quickly looked around the vacant hallway, making sure the coast was clear of any people. It was eerie how quiet things were up here, much t*o so for a bustling casino. The loud din of the electronic machines and the whooping and hollering of people below seemed unnaturally hushed. The air around him gave off a sort of electrical charge, his arm becoming goose bumped as he opened the room. His eyes were met with total darkness as he breathed in the stench of sulfur.
His anxiety went into overdrive.
Feeling around for a light switch, he flipped it up and saw Dean sitting on a chair, hands tied behind his back and looking pissed. A large gag was placed around his mouth. Setting the laptop on the nightstand, he hurried over and removed the gag.
“Dean! What happened?”
“Zach’s what happened!” Dean yelled.
“It’s not Zach, or at least, it hasn’t been in a while. I’m borrowing his meat for the time being.”
Sam turned around to see Zach McLachlan walking toward them, his once blue eyes now solid black. His smile grew wider as he snapped his fingers and the door to the room closed and locked them inside.
“Your asses are so mine,” the demon said with a grin.
“What? Did we kill your mommy or daddy or something?” Dean spat angrily as Sam made to go after the demon. But he was prepared, and with the wave of his hand, Sam went flying into the wall, arms and legs pinned.
“Seems to be a bit of a habit for your brother, going sailing into things,” Zach commented to Dean. “Must get pretty tiresome after a while.”
“Go to Hell!” Dean exclaimed.
Zach pursed his lips together before leaning close to Dean and slapping him hard across the face. “No thanks. I’ve been there already. Finally crawled out.”
"What do you want with us?” Sam growled. His head throbbed something awful as his eyes shifted in and out of focus, but he remained conscious. Zach left Dean and walked over to where Sam lay, smiling down at him.
The demon chuckled as he patted Sam on the face. So far, Zach was only watching Sam, and Dean hoped his brother could occupy the dick just a little longer so he could finish loosening his restraints and get free.
“The photo in your wallet was a trick!” Sam said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “We know you had something to do with it. I saw the photo in your wallet.”
“It wasn’t all a trick, Sammy boy. Killing the prostitute was very much real. All I had to do was just get the whore drunk and off the side of the floor she went,” he said with a vicious smirk and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
“So killing the girl was just to get us down here?” Sam asked, repulsed at the thought. Silently he hoped Dean was making good progress on his bonds.
“Very good, young grasshopper. But really, it was all for fun. After all, who doesn’t come to Vegas to let loose and kill a few dozen people in the process? I suppose you must not have heard about the cocktail waitress whose throat I slit three weeks ago down in Laughlin. Oops, I guess that must've slipped my mind, too. Honestly, killing people tends to do that to a demon. So many killings, so little time."
The demon casually waved a hand in the air. “It’s amazing what a little PhotoShopping can get you with two solemn little pricks with a mile long list of daddy issues. And yet, you come running when someone who said they knew him comes calling. Talk about desperate.”
"You just need to shut the hell up already," Dean exclaimed, throwing off the remains of his bonds and slamming the demon with a right hook that knocked him down. Coughing and spitting out blood and a couple of broken teeth, Zach looked up with his black eyes glinting, but it was enough time to break the spell holding Sam.
Zach turned, his face scrunched up in agony as he tried lunging for Sam, but Dean grabbed hold and held him tightly by the shirt. The demon flinched, squirming in Dean’s grasp as the brothers recited their exorcism.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et sect a diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
Zach’s head flew back as black smoke came pouring out, his body writhing before going limp in Dean’s grip. Gently setting the body down onto the floor, Sam pulled himself up into a kneeling position and checked for a pulse. Fingers feeling around Zach’s throat, the younger Winchester felt nothing.
Reaching into Zach’s pocket and pulling out his wallet, Dean removed the lock of hair nestled inside.
Beside him, the spirit of the young woman watched as Dean lit it on fire. Her ghost vanished instantly as the last bits of hair coiled and smoldered inside the room’s kitchen sink. The smell of burning hair was pungent but not unbearable. It was the least of all the things they smelled in their work.
“At least the girl now is at peace,” Sam commented, more to himself than anything.
Dean nodded. “What exactly did you find out about her?”
“She was a grad student who took to this life to pay her bills. Her body was cremated, and it’s residing with her family in Henderson.”
“And the only reason she died was because demons decided to kill her to get us down here. But what do we do with his body?”
Sam’s brow furrowed. There was no way they could get a body down 14 flights of stairs without being seen. They couldn’t even get it out to the service elevator without the risk of being caught. Their predicament was interrupted when there was a knock on the door and a female’s voice spoke up.
“Sam? Dean? Are you in there?”
-0-
The GM was a shapely brunette woman in her mid-40s. Sam couldn’t help but notice that Dean was watching her closely out of the corner of his eyes. Whether it was because she was attractive or because Dean didn’t trust her, Sam wasn’t sure. But given how Zach had fooled them, Sam would’ve safely bet on the latter.
Closing the office door, she took a seat behind her large desk, looking between the brothers, her eyes not accusing but more sympathetic.
After they’d exorcised Zach, they tried to hide the body as best as they could to no avail before opening the door to the strange woman who seemed to know them. It had been a long, quiet trip down to the main floor, the brothers wondering if all those movies were true in that people were taken to a secret location in the casino to have the crap beaten out of them. Or was that only saved for card counters? The anxiety was killing them, and they were used to pretty stressful situations.
But they weren’t taken to a dingy room where some big burley dude was waiting for them; instead, they followed the woman to a well-lit, plush office with the name Stacy McDonaldson painted on the door in fancy lettering.
Their worst fears quickly vanished when the woman announced she was Bobby Singer’s West Coast contact. To prove her story truthful, she pulled out her cell phone and showed them Bobby’s direct line.
“You boys almost gave me a heart attack!” she scolded, pocketing her phone inside her gray blazer. “I’ve been on the trail of that asshole for some time, and you two just barged right in here!”
“If you were on his trail, why did you hire him to work here? Why not just kill him and be done with it?” Dean asked, not liking being reprimanded by someone he didn’t know. Sam watched them both, choosing not to say anything just yet.
“I had to keep him where I could watch him closely. I had to be certain it was him. The damned demon jumped bodies on me a few times, and I lost track of him.”
“You coulda just used holy water on him!” Dean was amazed that the woman who knew one of the best hunters around had let this bastard slip through her grasp.
The woman raised a thin eyebrow at him, not sure how to respond to the man before her who was making it sound as if she didn’t know how to do her job.
“I used holy water, but I couldn’t go around spiking drinks or splashing it on people. It would’ve looked suspicious, not to mention I probably would’ve lost my job. I need this job; you wouldn’t believe how many creatures pass through a casino on a regular basis.”
“Yeah, but wasn’t the demon working here for a few months? Surely you must’ve noticed something?” Dean inquired.
Stacy sighed. “At first, no. He seemed … normal. It wasn’t until just recently I noticed him acting odd. I pulled up any info I could with the help of my police friends. Nothing unusual showed up, unless you count a pastor ditching the cloth and deciding to work in Sin City as odd. But then the truly weird stuff started happening. Once I knew what body he was in, I couldn’t let on I knew. I’m so sorry a poor girl had to die.”
“How did you know we were here?” Sam asked, finally speaking up.
“Video surveillance. It’s one of the perks of being the general manager.” Stacy smiled mysteriously at the brothers.
“I am grateful that you took care of it,” she continued. “I mean, we never publicly confirmed this place was haunted, but you know, word like this travels fast in paranormal circles.” Taking a deep breath, she added, “And to show my appreciation, you two can stay at the hotel for the next few days completely on the house. Meals, gambling, you name it.”
Dean’s face lit up like Sam had never seen it before. It was like someone had declared Christmas would take place everyday for the rest of eternity.
Looking at his brother, Dean said with a smirk, "Happy Birthday, Sammy!"
-0-
“Where in the hell are my pants?” Dean exclaimed, frantically tearing through the hotel room. He flipped over and emptied out his duffle bag, rifling through it to no avail.
“Dude, stop yelling. My head friggin’ hurts!” Sam groaned, rolling over in bed to see - through groggy, bloodshot eyes - the digital clock next to him. He barely made out the numbers 7:45 A.M. He wasn’t sure why the numbers were dancing before him.
But the spectacle of his brother demolishing the hotel room, cursing and yelling for his lost pants all the while wearing only a pair of boxers was not something Sam wanted to see so early in the morning. Or at all.
A fresh wave of nausea washed over him as he ran a hand through his hair, stunned to find a blue sequined feather in his hand. He didn’t remember how it had gotten there, and he was sure he didn’t want to know … or remember.
Some birthday this had turned out to be.
-0-
Taking in the spectacle of flamboyantly dressed tourists in spandex around him, Crowley sighed. It wasn’t often demons sighed. Usually things went smoothly - and as planned - for them. Usually. But then, Winchesters weren’t usually involved. The living, breathing, pains in his arse could quite literally be the second death of him.
But the whole mission wasn’t a total waste. The brothers would be out of commission for a bit, considering the size of their hangovers. It would only be for a few days, but anything that slowed them up a bit was welcomed. And as long as their feathery dick friend didn’t find out what he just did to his favorite pets, all would be right with the world.
It was a tough job opening Purgatory, but someone had to have the balls to do it. And he couldn’t have hunters ruining his well-thought out plan.
With a smirk, he walked out of the casino, blending into the mass of people before rounding a corner and disappearing from sight.
The End
--
A/N: One of the more interesting things about this fic is the fact that there are indeed rumors of the Luxor hotel being haunted by a prostitute who jumped from the 12th-14th floor. Also, legend has it there are also three construction workers who died during the building of it that are reported to haunt the location, too. I haven’t been inside it in ages; but who knows, maybe I’ll go back one day and see for myself if the rumors are true. ;-)