~*****~

I don't immediately wake when I hear that truck horn blare, but when Dean leans up, and stays up, locked and tense, I start coming to and reach up to palm his face. I give a soft hum as to ask what's wrong, but he immediately kisses my palm and shushes me silently. I rub at my eyes and flinch as he quickly lays back down, tugging me into his embrace as if he were still sleeping.

"Hey, up and at 'em, kids," Sam's voice cuts through the blissful warmth Dean is providing. I whine and curl myself closer to Dean, my leg thrown over his waist to keep him from moving.

"You're up early," Dean grunts as he rubs at my leg while he moves a little. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I was in the can." Sam states.

I huff irritably and sit up, keep my leg over Dean's hips. "Yeah?" I ask irritably.

"Yeah, you want me to draw you guys a picture?" Sam chuckles.

"No, we'll pass." Dean groans.

"Found a job-- Bedford, Iowa." Sam explains. "Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer."

"Yikes." I grunt as I wipe at my face.

"And get this-- third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of them, all happily married." Sam explains.

"Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." Dean hums.

"More like the shining." Sam retorts.

"All right, well, I guess we better have a look." Dean sighs. With a pat on my leg, I whine and flop back onto the mattress. "Time to move, baby."

"I just want a few more minutes..." I whine. "The baby isn't even up."

Dean chuckles, and as if she'd heard me, she begins to whine. I groan and slide off the bed to get her ready for the day.

~*****~

"I often wonder why I'm on baby duty." I hum irritably. Mary makes a noise in her throat. "Not that you're not great, but I get bored in the hotel rooms... with an infant who can only say 'ma-ma' and 'da-da'." Mary just tilts her head before squealing in delight. I sigh and lean back into the couch. She says ma-ma and I take that as my cue to reevaluate my position on baby duty. There's no way something so cute could be boring. My cell began to chirp loudly. I gazed at the screen and rolled my eyes. "What's up?"

To say the least, Dean sounded excited. "This is a case involving friggin' strippers!" Dean exclaims happily. "Finally!"

I rolled my eyes before shoving my phone between my ear and shoulder. "Congratulations, Dean, but remember, you've got a baby and her mother, who in fact, can strip for you just as good."

There was a low whistle. "The place all three guys found their psychotic strippers is called Honey Wagon." Dean mentions. "That's where we're going!"

"How come you get to have all the fun?" I ask irritably. "It takes two, remember? I wanna go to a strip club! C'mon, I can slip in under the guise of a dancer and find our crazy barbie dolls."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, then I'd have to pull you off from beating some poor mook who decided to grab your ass." Dean laughed as I refused to acknowledge that he was right. "Get in touch with Bobby, maybe he'll have something."

I hum in response. "Yeah, I got it." I state. "Bring some pie when you head back, Sam ate my last Debbie."

"How dare he." Dean chuckled.

I ended the call with Dean and rang up Bobby. "Hey, we're on a case involving three men murdering their wives after seeing strippers from the same club."

Bobby snorted. "Did the men act strange beforehand?"

I hum. "No, all of them we're in happy marriages before they conked their wives a little too hard. The boys interviewed the latest of the men, and he was prepared to take responsibilities for his actions, all for the stripper he'd met."

Bobby hummed in response. "You might have to do a little research on your end, but I think you might be dealing with a Siren."

I tap my chin for a moment. "Yeah, that would make sense... Hold on, I think Sam sent me medical files for all the men... I'll call you back when I've finished."

I text Sam Bobby's suspicions and begin working on a way to kill them.

~*****~

Later that night, I glance up as the motel door opens up. I press my finger to my lips and shush as silently as I can. Dean nods and sits on the bed besides me. Sam barely removes his clothes before flopping into his bed. "Are you okay?" I ask softly.

He sighs and rubs at his face. "Yeah. Just tired. Oh, shit--" I raise a brow. "I forgot the pie."

I giggle. "That's fine, Dean. Why don't you get some rest. I'm going to be up for a bit." Dean sighs and flops back onto the bed, his brow relaxing as soon as he does. I smile and rub at his head for a minute before returning to my laptop.

By morning, my eyes are straining to stay awake, but I have a section of my journal filled with hundreds of things I needed to know about Sirens. I rub at my eyes tiredly as I gaze at the phone on the table besides me. After Dean had told me what he'd overheard the other morning, I began to wonder just who he'd called.

I chew on my lip and glance over at Dean as he remains hunched over a book. I grasp the phone and select the number Sam called last-- aside from Dean and I. "What are you doing?" Dean asked in a soft tone.

I shush him. It rings for a few moments before a woman answers. And not just any woman. She calls Sam's name for a few moments before I end the call hastily. Dean raises his brow at me, waiting for me to tell him. "Sam was talking to Ruby..." I say. Dean's brow furrows and he cups his face for a moment, as if he were thinking and panicking at the same time. Before we can discuss it further, the door opens.

"Lenny Bristol was definitely another Siren Vic." Sam announces as he steps into the room.

"You got in to see him?" I ask curiously.

"Yep. Said he brought a stripper home named Belle. Couple hours later, he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went M.I.A." Sam explains.

"Wait, he killed his mom?" Dean asks.

"Woman he was closest to." Sam shrugs.

The cell began to ring. "You forgot your phone, by the way." I mention as I lift it up again and hold it out. I toss it and he catches it effortlessly, but that look on his face was painfully obvious.

"Hey, Bobby!" Sam says after a moment. "Uh, no... And doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. What about you? Got anything?" Sam grunts and hands the phone back over. "Hold on, I'm gonna put you on speaker."

Sam places his phone on the table. "It says you need a bronze dagger covered in the blood of a sailor under the spell of the song." Bobby recites.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asks.

"You got me," Bobby sighs. "We're dealing with three thousand years of the telephone game here."

"Best guess?" Sam asks.

"Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vics' blood." Bobby exclaims.

"That makes them go all Manchurian Candidate." Sam hums.

"She's probably infecting the men through sex." I mention.

"Yeah, maybe." Bobby agrees.

"Supernatural STD." Dean comments.

"Well, however it happens, once it's done, the Siren's got to watch her back. If she gets a dose of her own medicine..."

"It kills her." Sam says.

"Like a snake getting iced by its own venom." I add.

"So, we just got to find a way to juice one of the O.J.s in jail?" Dean asks.

I rub at my temples. "I wish it were that easy." I mention. "None of those guys are under the spell anymore."

"Haven't got a clue where you're gonna get the blood you need." Bobby sighs.

"I think I might have an idea." Sam states.

"Be careful." Bobby orders. "These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit you."

We end the call and I slide backwards in my seat. "So, am I staying here again?" I ask irritably.

Dean cupped my cheek affectionately before standing up. "You're exhausted. Stay here with the baby."

I grumble angrily before nodding and getting up to check on her.