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"Okay. Is everyone clear on the plan?" Dean looks at both of us for any sign of hesitation.
  "Nope. We're good."  I am ready to go.
  "Well, you can't wear that." Dean looks at my outfit.
  "What? What's wrong with this?" I look down at my jeans and T-shirt. "I look just like you two clowns."
  "Right. But if you're pretending to be an upcoming star and we are pretending to be your managers, we all have to change." Sam agrees with Dean.
  "Okay, well the only thing I have that's fits the occasion even a little is the dress Sarah gave me. So it's that or we go shopping. I'd really rather the ladder."
  I excuse myself to go slip into that dress. I notice the bruises on my arms are so faint now that they're barely there anymore. When I exit the room. I see Sam and Dean standing in clothes that scream we are middle aged dads who are harmless and we volunteer at our children's schools.
I head up the staircase first and don't wait for them to join me. I'm ready to have those hands in my hands. We get out of the car and Sam pulls out this brown leather bag looking thing. I laugh a bit at how hilarious they look. They don't look amused.
  "You guys look like social workers."
  "You look like a hooker."
  "Good. They'll make me a star." I laugh menacingly.
  We enter the building and the smell of incense and testosterone hits our noses.
  "Can I help you?" A man standing at the counter speaks to us while keeping his eyes down at the roses he is stroking.
  I approach the counter as Sam and Dean have a seat in the hand shaped, velvet chairs. The place is coated with red velvet everywhere, even the weird chairs Sam and Dean sit in. I guess red was a good choice.
  "Hi." I smile at the man. I look around at all the records on the walls, all the autographs, all the pretty things, the shiny things.
"Can I help you?" He looks at me with his black eyeliner. He's androgynous. He has a stylish woman's outfit on. It's a baggy T-shirt that hangs off his shoulder and leggings. His hair reaches his shoulders.
"Yeah. I have an appointment with Arbor Fox." He takes a phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of me while I'm still processing what he's doing.
  "Um. Okay." I wait for a reason for the photo.
  "He likes to see who he's meeting before he decides to meet you." He smiles at me and skips away into an office door at the very back of a hallway.
  I look around for the bathroom and see a sign for them. It's a woman's hand with nail polish and a man's hand pointing at each door.
  I wash my hands after peeing and see a sign in the mirror behind me. Wash your hands. It's a photo of a woman smiling and looking at the camera while she washes her hands. Her hands are enlarged, almost to a comical amount. They're bigger than her head is in the image. There's something so uncanny about her smile.
  I see the door open and see the bright pink shirt of the receptionist.
  "Sam! Dean!" I shout as he enters the bathroom.
  They run over and the man rolls his eyes.
  "I was just telling her that Arbor is ready for her." He pushes past Sam and Dean.
  "Oh don't look at me like that. You'd be alarmed if a stranger followed you to the bathroom too." We exit the bathroom and I see a tall, intense, man looking at me. He appears well groomed, but his outfit is odd. He's wearing a shirt with the evil eye on it. It is blue and white tie-dye. My Dad taught me about that. It's called, "malo ojo" in Spanish. It's supposed to represent karma or something and good luck. He has black cotton shorts on, with the shirt halfway tucked into his shorts. He wears black high-top converse that have scrapes and mud on them.
  "Follow me." Jesus, he must be at least 6'9. I glance back at Sam and Dean who send me an encouraging look. You may wonder how it's encouraging and I'm not sure if that's the right word. They look at me like I have nothing to worry about because they're here. As I walk behind Arbor, I'm surrounded by black walls and a disco ball above us. It follows us as we walk, attached to some kind of motion sensor cord. He opens his office door and I see a giant painting of The Creation of Adam Hands. He closes the door and tells me to have a seat.
  "So, Elizabeth. Do you want to be a star?" I sit down in the hand shaped chair that's strangely comfortable. He stands close to me, looks down at me, and smiles. He grabs my jaw and lifts it slightly to the right, then to the left. Sam and Dean must be having a fun time watching the camera on my jacket.
  "Yes. More than anything." I smile back at him.
"I make stars, Elizabeth." He backs away from me and sits on his desk, crossing his legs.
"Let's hear you sing." He leans forward in anticipation.
"What? I didn't prepare a song or anything."
"Oh, you!" He flicks his hand like it's a joke.
"Sing Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis." His face turns serious and I clear my throat. Where are the bones? This sucks.
  I begin to sing, he closes his eyes and sways back and forth. As I'm singing, my eyes scan the room to find the bones. By the time I get to the verse, I spot the bones. Can't help falling in love with these bones. He stops me before I get to the second verse.
  "Elizabeth, you're a star." He stands up and spins around a couple times.
  "Arbor, thank you." I stand up too, trying to think of a natural transition to robbing him.
  "I can help you show the world your brilliance if you let me." He grabs my right hand and examines it, turning it over a couple times.
  "Bruised. Interesting. You shouldn't ever neglect your hands. They're very special. They're what makes the artist become the art." He releases my hand and walks away, to make a drink. He pours from a dark brown glass.
  "Thirsty?" He offers the glass to me.
  "Oh no thank you." I decline.
  "I'm not thirsty either but I'm going to have one." He winks at me and sips from the glass. He pours another one even though I declined.
  He hands it to me without asking me if I want it. I place it on the ground next to me.
  "Sit, sit." He tells me.
  "Elizabeth. You're a beautiful girl. You know that, don't you? I mean, look at those blonde, exquisite little curls." He touches my head and I laugh at him.
  "No laughing matter. Absolutely gorgeous." He steps away from me again and digs through his drawer for something.
  "Here's my contract. My terms are stated in the highlighted portion on the next page." He grabs a pen from his hand shaped glass pen holder at the edge of the desk.
  I pull the contract closer to me and pretend to read it while thinking about the bones.
  "Elizabeth. Drink what I gave you and we are going to have a free singing lesson. But I would cross my legs if I were you because I can see that thing between your legs."
  I cross my legs and blush, knowing Sam and Dean are listening to this. "Can I see your collection?"
  "Yes. If you drink." He isn't creepy. He's kind of refreshing. He is charming and different, a rarity in this world. He says what he means and what he feels. He's already a better human than most people. He has a calm demeanor, like I can't imagine him ever being mad.
  I drink the glass and nearly spit it out. I make a sour face. It tastes horrible, like the one I drank the first night in the bunker.
  "Down the hatch. All of it." He comes around the desk as I stare down at it. He puts his hand on the bottom of my hand and slowly raises my hand to my mouth.
  "Easy does it." He tilts the glass into my mouth and I drink it to the last drop. I feel the warmth inside my stomach and the sensation of letting go.
  He outstretches his hand for me to grab. I do and he leads me to the bones. They're beneath a big glass display. He has the hands of all kinds of animals labeled, ranging from rats to gorillas. In the middle, her bones are labeled "Roweena."
  I run my fingers across the glass.
"That's not Roweena's bones, ya know? They're from a witch called Baphomet. I can see how someone could get them confused. Baphomet is just as powerful as Roweena, maybe more when she feeds on souls." I look at him.
"I knew that guy wasn't right. One time, he got me a latte with whole milk instead of soy milk. That should have been the last straw. No attention to detail with that one."
  "Can I touch them? Just for a second?" I begin to feel really dizzy.
  "Can I? I can touch just touch them." I slur my words.
  "Feeling it? That's scotch and acid. You're probably just starting to feel what it'll do to you as the night progresses. I've had Stephan cancel all my appointments. You must tell me more about Baphomet!" I love how he just brush's right over the fact that he drugged me.
  He pulls the evil eye necklace off his neck and cracks it open like an egg. A tiny key falls out that he uses to unlock the case. As he is unlocking it, I text Sam and Dean.
  Don't screw this up. I'm close here.
Sam immediately responds, just say the code word when you need us.
"Tell me, tell me!" He claps before gently handing the bones to me.
"She represents totality. She is everything and nothing all at once. Duality. She is a lover of the moon and the sun." I look down at the hands and see them dance around in different directions. I sit down, criss cross, not caring if he can see between my legs.
He sits down with me.
"That's beautiful. Tell me more."
I begin to see three of him, branching out from one another, leaves hanging from his heads.
"She likes to eat peoples spines for fun." I feel myself slowly slumping down his furry carpet. It's so comfortable. I lay down, staring at the ceiling.
He joins me, laying down as well.
"Ah, I see it's starting to kick in." The room stars spinning and I feel like I'm floating in space. I pass by constellations and feel the air on me as I fly by them. I see planets that I've never seen before and those neon butterflies Baphomet made for me.
I come back to the reality in the fluffy rug. I stumble around trying to stand up. Arbor stands up with me.
"Want to go lay down?" He holds me up by my arm.
"Yes." I keep the bones in my hands.
"Can I just keep these for a while?" He agrees to let me and leads me into a room inside his office. There are red satin sheets and no comforter. There are stained glass paintings covering the walls.
"Why don't you just lay down, honey." I sink into the satin sheets, feeling their softness all over me, rolling around. I feel like I'm swimming in the softest water known to man.
Elizabeth. What are you doing? Take the hands.
"These are my body guards. I hope you don't mind." He locks the door and I sit up.
They stand in front of the door with heart shaped sunglasses and broad shoulders. Their face shows no expression.
  "You know, I can summon Baphomet here if you want. I'm a witch." I stroke the bones in front of him, trying to lure him.
  "Really?" He sits in the bed with me and pushes my hair behind my hair.
I use my finger to remove the heart shaped sunglasses off the bodyguard. They slowly float to Arbor's face, controlled and calmly. He grabs them, amazed.
  "Do it! Do it!" He gets excited but the bodyguards look freaked out.
  "Okay. Close your eyes. All of you."