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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 3

Sam was face down drooling on his laptop. He jerked awake and looked around there was no sign of Dean. He fumbled for his cell, no messages either. The time glowing on the motel clock indicated that it was mid-afternoon. Dean should have made contact by now. Something wasn't right.

Sam was feeling far too frantic to bother changing into fresh clothing, he grabbed his wallet and stuffed his cell into a pocket as he burst out the door.

Damn-it, Dean hadn't told him which places he was going to look for fun last night. It would make tracking his ass down that much harder. Just treat it like any other missing person case, he tried to tell himself. But it wasn't just another missing person case, this was his brother, who was missing, his only real link to something resembling a life. Aside from Dean and Bobby no one really knew Sam. He had to find his older brother.

Sam palmed a creased snap shot from his wallet. In the picture Dean was laughing in the sunshine, a beer in his hand, in front of the Impala. Photo-Dean looked like he was otherworldly, the sun had caught him so that he appeared lit from within with all the merry manic energy that he seemed to run on, on happier days anyway. Sam had to get him back. To see that crazy fire in his eyes, to hold him close and admonish him that if he ever ran off again, Sam would kill him. Dean would be lucky if Sam ever let him out of his sight ever again. If Dean had a problem with his brother following him everywhere, then he should have never run off.

Sam spent much of the day asking around at bars and casinos. It was well into the evening before he found anybody that had something more concrete to offer than, Wow, what a pretty boy and Why he your boyfriend or something? A bartender told him that Dean had asked where the nearest gay bar was. Sam was shocked. So far as he knew Dean didn't swing that way. “Are you sure this is the guy that asked?” Sam queried, flashing the photo again.

“Yup, that's him. Didn't look like the type, but you never can tell. After all what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. So where is this gay bar.”

“Oh well, the ToolBox is just around the corner really. Let me write you out some directions. Hope you find what you're looking for,” the bartender said with a wink.

Sam blushed and accepted the directions gratefully.

The patrons at the ToolBox seemed more interested in the photo of Dean, than the patrons of hetero-establishments had been, but still they were of little help beyond making such comments as “If he had come in, I wouldn't have let him leave with anyone but me.” And a few guys seemed much more interested in Sam than his stated purpose. A few bleached blond twinks said they remembered Dean specifically, he had left with someone.

“Who was he? Had you ever seen the guy he left with before? What did he look like?”

“Well, I don't know, hun. You know come to think of it the guy he dragged out back looked a lot like you...”

Sam ducked his head and blushed. He couldn't deal with this right now, that Dean might be attracted to him. It was too much. He had to focus on the task at hand, getting his brother back and maybe giving him a spanking for making Sam worry like this.

“Was there anything unusual about the guy he left with?”

“No, not really. He found the guy within minutes of coming in I think, they didn't even looked like they talked or anything. He just dragged the guy out back.”

“And you'd never seen the guy before?”

“Don't think so. I do know someone who might know, though. He looked like Big Daddy's type though.”

The blond waved a bearish leather daddy over from the bar. “Hey, Big Daddy, there was a kid, came in last night left with this young stud,” The twink passed Big Daddy the photo of Dean. “The kid looked like your type, looked a lot like this guy here,” he gestured to Sam, “I thought you might know him.”

The leather daddy seemed to consider the photo carefully and he gave Sam the once over. Sam squirmed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I think I know the kid, he works the bar at that weird casino, the one named after that flower thing. The one with the Oriental vibe. Spacy kid, like he's always on E or something.”

“Thanks,” Sam shouted as he dashed for the door.

So Dean had left with someone who not only looked a lot like Sam, but also worked at the Lotus. An odd coincidence. Sam needed to do more research before he busted in after Dean though. He had no back up, he couldn't go in half-cocked.

Tomorrow he resolved he would talk to that crazy lady, that had survived. She might not be the most lucid or the most reliable source of information, but it was better than the nothing, he had come up with from his painstaking research from last night. None of the victims had seemed to have anything in common beyond being missing tourists. Over half of the victims had been known to be heading to the Lotus, before they vanished. Obviously, it was all tied to the casino somehow.

Sam was exhausted and he didn't know how he would sleep now in a strange town, without his brother. What if he had a nightmare tonight? Who could he crawl in next to for comfort? How was he going to sleep without Dean's reassuring snore?

He stopped at the gas station across from the motel and bought a big bottle of Southern Comfort. Sam needed to drink to forget that his brother was missing. He had to get to sleep somehow. He was swigging straight from the bottle before he even left the store.

Back in the motel room, Sam texted Bobby to let him know Dean was missing. He lost himself at the bottom of the bottle and was out before he realized it, slumped on Dean's bed in yesterday's clothes, clutching Dean's favorite Led Zepplin t-shirt to his chest.
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