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Vegas Paradise: Tasting the Forbidden	By : aRedBaroness Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

Abram was ticked right the hell off. The original plan had been to bust into the place and get the boys out at dawn, but Bobby couldn't bear to wait and fuck it, here they were outside the casino at 4 a.m. True 4 a.m. is a pretty dead time for any casino anywhere, but how was he supposed to function under these conditions? He felt sorry for his friend, sure but really, there were limits.

“Remember, Abram, don't eat or drink anything and don't run off with anyone no matter who they look like.”

“I'm not stupid, Bobby. I'm know the plan.”

“Been thinking and I'd also keep an eye out for that original founder from the old newspaper. If he's the leader of this lotus bastards, I'm betting he's still around and no older neither.”

“Sure thing. Now we gonna do this or we gonna stay here and flap jaw at each other all morning...”

Bobby just gave his buddy a death glare and followed him to the entrance. The place was quite busy on the inside, but like Sam both hunters were a somewhat disconcerted by the deadness of the exterior. There should have at least been a valet or host outside at the front door, even at this time of the morning, but there was nothing.

They braced themselves and entered the casino. Immediately they were set upon by two waitresses, Bobby did a double take, one of them was a spitting image of his dead wife albeit a twenty-two year old version of his dead wife. She offered him a beer and he took it and pretended to drink deeply. Abram seemed equally taken aback by his server, though Bobby didn't recognize her. Both grumpy old coots forced what they hoped were genuine enough looking smiles onto their faces and split up.

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Meanwhile Sam and Dean were still locked in their bedrooms going at it like rabbits totally unaware of the horror and trauma in store for them if they were rescued and had to deal with the implications of their having fucked each other nine ways since Sunday.

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Abram was looking for a discreet way into the basement as per the plan and Bobby was looking for the boys. They needed to take out that bizarre mystery machine. The blueprints of the place so far seemed to be accurate, but something was going on in the hotel-casino, something ominous, sinister and chaotic.

There were murals that seemed to move, but more than that the murals seemed to have changed from frolicking satyr chasing maiden type deals to recreations of the worst tortures in Tartarus. Everything was warping and changing like a fun house mirror. What's more it seemed to be upsetting what might have been docile, blissed-out patrons. This all seemed to add up to the hunters being expected.

Bobby had a feeling this was going to go ugly, the brutal and bloody kind of ugly damn soon. He texted a warning Abram, telling the other hunter to hurry up, something bad was coming and the jig was up, as he moved upstairs. This was no time for subtleties. He started kicking in every room door.

He was desperate to find the Winchester brothers, but he was completely unprepared for the state he found them in. Behind door number 69 well, you can guess what particular position he found the brothers in. Bobby's stomach rolled, he covered his eyes. No matter, he had to get them out of here.

“Sam, Dean. Please quit doing that. Put some clothes on and get out of there.”

Sam and Dean looked at the older hunter with twin expressions of confusion and some small amount of terror. Sam's face abruptly hardened and he came forward out of the bed completely naked, he had to protect his lover.

“Who the fuck are you, geezer? And what are you doing breaking into our room?”

Bobby was shocked and knew he had little time to weigh his options here. He could fight a pissed off naked Sam and scar himself for life or he could attempt to knock both boys out, cover them up and maybe wheel them out on a room service cart or something. Yeah he much preferred that second option.

The older hunter waited until the furious Sam was nearly upon him before clubbing the boy hard on the head with the butt of his rifle.

Dean's face crumpled and was in the process of changing to extreme rage, but Bobby was already upon him knocking him out. “It's for your own good boys.”

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Abram was sneaking through an air vent toward the basement (he hoped) cursing. He had gotten Bobby's text and was aware of the urgency, but damn it he was too old for this shit. That's why he had hired the Winchester brothers in the first place and then those fools had to go and get themselves held hostage in this crazy ass casino and who was going to pay his chiropractor bills, huh? It better be those boys. They owed him big time.

His phone buzzed again. Bobby had found the brothers and was going to smuggle them out.

Abram decided to forget the whole stealth thing. Seemed like everything about this plan was going to hell anyway. At the same time the air vent collapsed under his wait sending him plummeting through the ceiling. He landed softly though. He had landed on a thick pad of grass in some sort of verdant garden. Well isn't that bloody convenient, he thought to himself. That there is the lotus.

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The nondescript man, surveyed the security screens in panic. The dreams were not pleasant peaceful hippy flower dreams now. These were not the dreams that would feed his lotus properly. These were twisted hellish nightmares sure to kill his plant or at the very least change it into a horrific people eating plant of sorts. He was dismantling the machine. There was no other option. It was time to cut and run. Damn, hunters!

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The lotus flower, glowed and pulsed with unnatural light. Strange changes seemed to be taking place here. When Abram had first landed the flower had still smelled sweet and intoxicating, but now the place had begun to smell like flames, brimstone and swamp gas. He hauled his aching body up and drew the machete up out of his belt. Kill the lotus and run, kill the lotus and run, he thought. The flower was pulsing, changing, wavering. It was morphing into something else. This was not good.
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