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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 11

Abram realized he had less than no time to kill the freaking lotus, which seemed to be on its way to becoming even more monstrous, something decidedly less hippy-hippy love-peace and more hungry man-eating horror. He had gasoline though which he opened and doused the pulsating plant with. He threw a match and hightailed it, frantically scanning the room for an exit.

There at the far end of the garden was an arbour covered archway. Abram barely slammed through the green door before a fireball from the blazing inferno behind him, ignited the door. He kept running. The place was about to go up in flames.

He texted Bobby, to warn him of the danger as he bolted up stairs. Abram was a bit worried though. In his panicking haste, he was unsure of his direction, was he going deeper into this labyrinth of a casino-deathtrap or was he going somewhere useful. He also had the sinking feeling that in the same manner the flower had transformed into that abomination, so was the hotel-casino changing. Any blueprints they had were sure to be useless soon.

Bobby had wrapped each Winchester brother in a shiny hotel blanket and was dragging them onto a room service cart. His joints were way too old for this shit. He had made the conscious decision to repress the entire disturbing encounter that had taken place in that horrible room 69. He was however planning on making certain that he rode with Abram on their way out of here. The boys could drive the Impala, no doubt they had a long awkward conversation or possibly many long awkward conversations in their future.

Bobby's phone buzzed and he palmed it open. It just said one word “Fire.” Bobby just muttered, “ijit,” under his breath, texted back that they ought to meet outside soon and closed the phone. A fire would probably be quite effective though in destroying both the lotus and the mystery machine. Now all they had to do is get the heck outta there in one piece and they'd be home free.

It was weird, it didn't even seem like they'd have that much trouble getting out of the building. Everything had gone to shit for the casino. All of a sudden there were decidedly less staff, whatever had been generating the dream-fuck people must have been destroyed. The only people left were the casino's confused victims, all glassy eyed, confused and stumbling out of their rooms and heading for the exits.

Bobby wheeled the room service carts to the elevators before realizing that with a fire going on, the lifts were no doubt closed. It would be a nice bumpy trip down the stairs then. Oh well, he owed the boys payback for putting him through hell, anyway.

In no time, Bobby had dragged the room service cart out into the parking lot. He stood panting and out of breath, just watching the place burn, satisfied that he had gotten his boys back, but unsure about what to do with them under the circumstances. Would they wake up as themselves or as blissed out lovers. It was hard to say really.

Abram stood beside him equally out of breath. He had had to not only find a way out of the blazing building, but he had also run into this weirdo that had wanted to fight him instead of get the fuck out of the building like any sensible person would. Abram not really having time for that shit under the circumstances had shot the nondescript man in the head and continued on his way to get the hell outta there.

Both older men were so tired that they didn't even have the energy to compare notes on their experiences. This is must be why they now left all the hunting to the younger guys these days, every part of their bodies ached and they were still severely winded.

Reluctantly, Bobby moved over to the room service cart and started shaking Sam, whom he had laid out across the top of the cart. “Wake up, damnit!” Sam groggily opened his eyes. He looked thoroughly confused. From underneath the cart, they heard a bang, followed by a sting of curses. Dean had tried to sit up only to smack his head on the underside of the cart.

Dean rolled off the cart and Sam sat up. They looked at each other in disbelief. They were still clad only in blankets. “Uh, Bobby? What happened exactly?” Sam asked as if he dreaded the answer.

Dean was determinedly studying his feet. The last thing he remembered was hooking up with a guy that looked kind of like Sam and now here they were both naked wrapped in hotel bedding outside the Lotus. He had a feeling that it would be better if they didn't know what had happened. No good could come of it.

Bobby avoided there eyes. He spoke with great reluctance, in a strained voice. “Well Sam. You remember, Dean went out to a GAY BAR, picked up some hustler from the Lotus and NEVER CAME BACK.” He paused. Dean winced and looked sheepish. “Then you went after him WITHOUT WAITING FOR BACKUP. We had to break in there and save your sorry asses.” His voice got very quiet, just barely audible, “And I caught the two of you in flagrante in a bedroom there and knocked you out and dragged you out here.” Bobby turned and headed for Abram's truck. “I'm riding with Abram. I trust you two have a lot to talk about.”

Abram who had been mercifully silent throughout the exchange was already backing the truck out. They could meet up at the bar later. No doubt Bobby, needed to get out of there as soon as possible it was one hell of an awkward situation.

Both brothers were shocked speechless. They regarded each other apprehensively. “This means we have to talk doesn't it, Sammy.”

“Yeah, Dean it does.”

“Damnit!”

“Let's just find the car Dean and get out of here. We've caused enough trouble,” Sam said tiredly.

“Okay, Sam.” Dean's inner voice was in state of extreme panic as he led his brother back to the Impala. Sam was going to find out his sick fantasies, if he hadn't already figured it out. This wasn't good, his brother was going to leave him. He was twisted pervert and he couldn't even remember it. Wait, he shouldn't want to remember it. But at least if his brother left him, he'd have some hot memories...No that's still wrong. Sam's silence was really starting to freak Dean out here. He didn't understand why this had happened he had shown up at the casino with a Sam-lookalike, so how did he end up in bed with his little brother anyway.

This was going to be a long drive. Dean was getting all squirmy just thinking about it. On the other hand it could be that Sam's silence was a good thing. Maybe they wouldn't have to have this conversation after all. Maybe they could just bury their heads in the sand and forget this ever happened. Oh no, he could hear Sam take a deep breath, like he was about to say something. This was not going to be good.
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