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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 8

Bobby had spent the entire night researching and he didn't have much to show for it. It was damned frustrating, but it wasn't his fault that the ancient Greek myths didn't have sections about the forms mythic and archetypal creatures would take in the modern world. There was also a pointed lack of chapters titled, “Everything you need to know about taking out a Greek archetype.”

He felt exhausted, he was running on killer levels of caffeine and the kind of determination only found in crabby old men. He was experiencing the discomfort that came from ignoring sleep and sustenance in favor of obsessive research.

Bobby had woken Abram at the crack of dawn as he needed a fresh outlook on the few results he had as well as an extra pair of eyes for further investigation. Abram didn't have any useful insights yet. Bobby had however put the bartender in charge of looking into the history of the Lotus. It was possible that there were some clues hidden in old newspaper back issues and any relevant heritage information on the establishment.

A few hours later Abram instigated a mutiny, reluctantly Bobby agreed they could break for lunch, providing they went over their notes at the table.

“Alright Bobby, here's what I got: the Lotus appears to have been founded in the early heydays of the city, in the 1940s when the mobsters moved in to build gambling enterprises. It's listed as beings somewhat of a heritage site or what passes for a heritage site in Vegas, that's part of the reason why it looks so out of date. Its founder was a surprise, surprise an affluent Greek businessman, with some hard to pronounce Greek name. Now here's where things get interesting, I can't find any financial data on the place.”

“Okay, that's a good start I guess. If it keeps sucking people in and keeping there, I'm not entirely surprised by the lack of financial stats. Any run-ins with the IRS?”

“None that I could find, but it doesn't seem to me like this town gets audited very seriously either.”

“Right.”

“Still most casinos, publish quarterly reports and what-not and attempt to get investors and the like. There is a similar lack of company information regarding CEOs and all those executive positions.”

“Suspicious, but not entirely helpful.”

“Well, if you'd quit interrupting, I could get to my points faster.”

“Sorry, Abram. You know I just worry about those boys. I can't seem to help going all mother-hen when it comes to the two of them.”

“It's okay, Bobby. Now the most unusual article I found was from the early days of the establishment, it discusses a bizarre botanical invention of Mr. Greek-Founder himself. Some ancient-looking machine that feeds something like positive energy to the places namesake, the founder's prize lotus flower. There are no further mentions of the machine and the picture is very poor quality, but this could be a possible fuel or energy-source. The heart of casino so to speak.”

“So this machine, could be fueling the supernatural properties of the casino. Maybe even generating the fantasy fucks that Sam thought existed. Like some sort of massive dream generator I guess. Is there any mention of where that thing was kept or how it worked? Anything like that?”

“Nothing so useful, I'm afraid. The reporter is insanely vague and the outdated language certainly don't help none.”

Bobby paused and sipped his umpteenth coffee meditatively. It's true the boys probably weren't in any danger of bodily harm, but he felt that that was no reason not to rescue them in a timely matter. They needed a plan of action. Abram asked him something. Bobby asked him to repeat the question and did his best to focus in spite of the massive headache brewing behind his temples. It felt like Athena herself was in there poking his gray matter with her freaking spear.

“What have you found?” Abram asked again. He felt sorry for his old friend who seemed to have become a surrogate father for the missing brothers.

“Well, I've done some asking around on an online hunter network, asking the Greek hunters if they've had any tangles with lotus-eaters.”

“And?”

“Now who's interrupting?”

“Just get on with it.”

“Well there was one that said his grandpappy had a run-in with some lotus-eaters in Macedonia about fifty years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Dang it, just let me spit it out! Well those lotus bastards lured his daughters and his wife away from him. It took him a while to work out who was responsible. The old man finally figures out that its the new vegetarian-hippy restaurant/hostel in town. So he goes in after his girls, but they're happy there and seem to have no recollection of who he is. He goes back every day careful not to drink anything or have any food for fear of becoming one of them, but it's futile. Eventually the old man gives in and partakes of the lotus so he can stay with his kin.”

“That's a sad story, but not entirely helpful.”

“Yeah, so this hunter raids the place ten years later and his relatives are still there happy as clams with no clue to who he is. So he's so pissed off that he goes out back to where the hippies have their farmland and burns the crops. The next day the owners have vanished and there are a whole bunch of strung out hippies still thinking its 1962 wandering around.”

“Well that doesn't bode well. So even if we go in and get the boys there's no guarantee they'll be cured even if we destroy the place.”

Bobby nodded, not wanting to think too hard about that particular possibility himself.

“On the other hand Abram, that hunter only destroyed the crops which may or may not have included the main lotus. He wasn't sure and he also neglected to take out the head lotus-eaters or whatever they're called. We might have a better chance of setting things normal if we can do that. Also its given us some valuable information regarding the lotus, when we raid the place we can't eat or drink anything. The lotus you ingest could be in any number of things.”

“Right, well its still a grim prospect. Feels like we don't have much of shot in hell of fixing this thing. Not that we shouldn't give it our all of course. You just have to be ready for the possibility that those Winchesters might never be the same.”

Bobby nodded and looked away. Silence settled over the meal as both men concentrated on trying to focus on less depressing things and shoveling the greasy bar food into their mouths. Bobby said a quiet prayer to whatever deity was watching over this godforsaken planet that he got his boys back in one piece preferably with their memories and personalities intact.
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