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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 4

Dean was having an awesome day. It didn't seem at all strange that he couldn't remember anything before he came to this great place. All he knew was he had woken up next to a warm and willing body, a hot stranger apparently named Beau, Beau had been all to willing to let Dean nail him into the mattress before breakfast and the day had just got better.

The room he had woken up in was lushly furnished like an Oriental opium den. Richly coloured silks and brocades were hung from the ceiling and instead of arm chairs there were plump cushions with embroidered dragons and lotus flowers. It was the scrolls on the walls that really had him tripping out though, the pictures seemed to move and change as you looked at them.

Dean had actually been most excited about the bathroom, it was huge and sparkling with an enormous marble jacuzzi. He had a feeling that he certainly was not used to such luxuries. After a long soak with his new boy toy, he had been pleasantly surprised to find a buffet was waiting for them in the room on a low table when they had toweled off. Better yet, half of the buffet seemed to be different kinds of pies.

After breakfast, Beau had made his apologies, but he worked here and he had to get started. Dean frowned, but Beau had smiled and straddled his lap. “I have a short shift and you can visit me at work if you want,” he said in teasing voice. Dean promised he would and kissed his lover goodbye.

Dean was a little restless, so he went off to explore his new surroundings. The place was perfect, a paradise. There was no other way to describe it. There were plenty of fake tan, plastic boobed blondes that tried to hold his attention, but Dean declined. He was taken after all. He wandered idly, he played some black jack and craps. He didn't win anything, but it didn't matter. Dean did not feel anxious about money in the least. It felt a bit odd, but it was almost as if his wallet replenished itself every time he left it alone for a while. Everywhere scantily clad waiters and waitresses offered him the complementary pink lotus shots. Dean didn't seem able to refuse the shots ever. They didn't taste that alcoholic, they tasted like ambrosia, starlight and pleasure.

He visited Beau at a bar shaped like a writhing Chinese dragon. Beau gave him some more free lotus shots and snuck Dean into the supply room for a brief make out session. Dean left the bar feeling dizzy and sated. Beau would be done his shift soon.

Dean decided to take in one of the casino's shows. Bizarrely, the show featured feathered-show girls and sequin-briefed show boys reenacting some scenes from the Odyssey. Dean was entertained, but found it a little unsettling for reasons he couldn't explain.

When the show was over he was all too glad to head back to his room. Beau would be there soon. His stomach growled, he was hungry. Maybe the buffet fairies would be back also. He needed something more substantial this time, bacon sliders and steaks, something like that, greasy, meaty and filling.

Time seemed to get away from Dean here. An hour might pass in the blink of an eye. It didn't bother him though, it just brought him closer to reuniting with his lover.

Something was pounding Sam's skull like a drum. His tongue was covered in a layer of gross tasting fuzz. His head felt like it was floating a few feet above his head. Sam's stomach roiled as he sat up. He flopped down again. Movement was ill-advisable at this point.

His cell phone squawked loudly in the distance. Sam clutched his head and attempted to get to his feet. The cell was still shouting, the sounds drilling into his brain. Too much Comfort, he thought as he struggled to get to the blinking phone.

“Yes,” he rasped.

“Sam, you found that idiot brother of yours?”

“Please, Bobby not so loud. Inside voices.”

“Dive head first into a bottle last night, Sam?”

“Maybe.”

“Dumb ass!”

“I'll find him, Bobby. Got a lead.”

“Oh yeah.”

“I asked around. His um, date, took him to the Lotus.”

“Well that's inconvenient. You smack that boy upside the head when you find him for me.”

“Sure thing, Bobby. I'm going to talk to that woman, Shelly. The one that got out.”

“Okay, you keep me posted Sam. Let me know if you need backup. Check in with Abram too.”

“Will do. Gotta go. Need aspirin.”

“And Sam.”

“Yeah.”

“Drink some water and take care of yourself. You can't fall apart just because your big brother isn't around to keep you in line.”

“M'fine.”

Sam hung up before Bobby could get in another retort. Aspirin, water, shower, clothes, questioning, that was the plan. He filled his glass and took a sip. He could feel the water running to the dried out parts of his brain. He had to be on his toes today. Getting Dean out of that place would probably not be easy. He wished Dean were here to reassure him and make some stupid joke, call him a bitch. Being a lone wolf sucked, he found it hard to believe that he'd ever wanted to strike it out on his own. What was a normal life, if you didn't have the ones you loved with you.

Shelly hadn't been much help. It was like Abram said, she thought it was still 1974 and she was still a teenager. Looking the mirror was enough to send her into incoherent hysterics. As far as she was concerned she had spent a weekend in the Lotus, which was apparently the best place ever, paradise on Earth. She said she had even been able to hook up with a Mick Jagger look-a-like. In fact, he was the reason she had went to that funky place in the first place.

Sam made a note of that. What if the Lotus used people's fantasy fucks as bait or something. “How did you get out?”

“I don't know. It wasn't like they were keeping me there you know. I was just there for a weekend. I woke up on Monday and I just left.”

“Was there anything that seemed different or unusual to you that Monday?”

“Well, I don't think so. It just became clear to me that I had to leave. I couldn't find the Jagger guy to say goodbye. So I left. Didn't drink any of the free shots or anything, just left. My credit was still good too. Wish I could go back there.”

Shelly seemed to have slipped back into her own little world. She was muttering under her breath in coherently as if dazed.

As if having heard some ultrasonic cue, a nurse materialized and bustled Sam outside.

Sam considered everything Shelly had related. It wasn't much to go on and it certainly wasn't that helpful. He wished had someone to bounce theories off of. He supposed he ought to go see Abram anyway, maybe he could run something by him.

Abram listened to Sam's information without changing his expression. Sam related his theory that perhaps the Lotus had a means of luring people in. Abram said it wasn't a bad idea, but he had a hard time seeing as to why the casino would need to do that, it was a casino in Vegas after all, everyday new planes full of suckers arrived eager to lose their lifesavings on any crooked game you could come up with.

Sam nodded, but he liked his theory even if it didn't make total sense. He was going to go through his dad's journal again when he got back to his motel. He didn't know what he was looking for, he figured he'd know it if he saw it. He had to do something. So much time apart from his brother had begun to feel like withdrawal, it made him uneasy, set his teeth on edge. Sam just couldn't relax or let down his guard without Dean's callused hand on his shoulder and his green laughing eyes.
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