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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴

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"Babe, there's gotta be something that's come up. Lilith has been way too quiet and that never ends well for anyone."

Delaney sighed and tugged a hand through her brown, curly hair as she paced around the small bathroom of the motel room that her, Sam and Dean had booked. The two boys were sleeping when Randy called to check in on how Delaney's Lilith was going so they could compare what they'd found. Seems like on both ends it was a big, fat nothing, which only frustrated Delaney more. She just wanted to find Lilith and rip the bitch's head from her shoulders and get her revenge for Dean.

"Babe, that's what I'm saying. There's nothing at all anywhere I've looked. No crop failure,  no freak storms ━ nothing," Delaney informed, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't wake up Dean and Sam on the other side of the door. She still intended on keeping this whole Lilith thing a secret from the boys while still keeping a sharp eye on her boyfriend. He hadn't necessarily acted out of the ordinary after their talk in the car, but she didn't want to let her guard down just yet. No matter how much she loved him. 

A heavy sigh was heard on the other side and Delaney could just picture him slouched down in the front seat of his car and rubbing a hand over his eyes in frustration. It had been long couple of weeks for the both of them and both of their frustrations were only getting worse the more time that passed. "Alright, well I'll keep looking and see if I can hear anything from the other side. Someone has to know something."

Delaney nodded even though Randy couldn't see her and leant against the side of the counter. She had been drowning in her anxiety for so long that at this point she just felt drained both mentally and physically. It was a wonder how she was able to keep up with Dean and Sam at the moment since she could barely keep herself up right then. "Yeah, yeah, I'll keep looking, too."

"Okay, I love you, Princess."

Delaney felt her heart warm the way it always did whenever she heard Randy say those four words to her. He still sounded so sure and loving any time he had said it and it made Delaney want to believe he wasn't plotting anything. That he really had full intent on helping Delaney and wasn't just tugging her along. He was a demon so the thought shouldn't shock Delaney the way it does whenever she thinks about Randy doing that. "I love you, too. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Princess. Just try and breathe. We'll figure it out. I promise," Randy assured his girlfriend and obnoxiously blew a kiss into the phone before he hung up to let her go.

Delaney playfully rolled her eyes and locked her phone, giving herself a minute to breathe before she woke up the boys so they could go off on the case she had found. If she couldn't find anything on Lilith, at least Delaney could save someone for the time being while she waited for something ( anything really ) would pop up and pin point where Lilith was. She stuffed her phone into her back pocket and opened up the door that had been cracked up the tiniest bit, stepping back into the room where her two sleeping brothers were.

Dean was still laid on his back with his right arm still outstretched from when Delaney had curled into his side in her sleep. Something that happened quite often since it was a reflex from when Delaney was little and Dean would always have her curled in his side, rubbing her back to help her fall asleep. Sam was on the other bed and his long limbs were stretched on the plush mattress, abusing the big bed he had gotten to himself. Not that the boys ever complained about the sleeping set up because it wasn't a secret that Dean liked the fact that Delaney still wanted to be around him. It was like she was six years old again and clinging to his pant legs again.

Delaney grabbed her shoes from the floor and whacked both of her brothers' feet with either of the shoes, causing them to stir out of their sleep. "Hey, rise and shine, buddies!"

Dean blinked his eyes awake and squinted at the alarm clock on the nightstand between the two beds and saw that it was just past seven am. He groaned quietly and rubbed a hand over his eyes, lifting himself up to prop himself on his elbow while Delaney sat on the end of Sam's bed to put her shoes on. "You're up early, Della. What are you doing?"

"I was in the bathroom," Delaney simply replied with a shrug, propping her foot up on the bed so she could tie her boot.

"Yeah?"

Delaney rose an eyebrow as her eyes bounced between her two older brothers who wore expressions that she couldn't read. "Yeah, you want me to draw you a picture?"

Dean snorted softly and dropped his hand down to the mattress, shaking his head at his sister. "No, you're a sucky artist."

"Jerk," Delaney grumbled and dropped newly tied boot to the carpet. "I found a job ━ Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of them, all happily married."

Sam took the newspaper that Delaney had grabbed and held out to him. His eyes skimmed over the article that Delaney had circled that morning when she was sat up trying to find anything on Lilith. He handed the newspaper over to Dean when he was done reading it and flopped back down onto the bed. "Well, I guess we can check out."

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"Why does the P.D. keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer," Mr. Benson said, his hands folded on the table where he kept his gaze focused. He looked traumatized with way his eyes were slightly unfocused as if his mind kept playing his vicious act on his wife over and over again. If he had been possessed when it happened, the poor guy would have still been awake the whole time and would have watched his wife get beaten to death. 

"They're lining up the firing squad," Dean quipped and grunted softly when Delaney stomped on his feet with the heel of her high heels. He glared at her as the pain shot up his foot and she merely flashed him an innocent smile. "Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you ━ that's fine. We just want to understand what happened. That's all."

Delaney noticed the way Mr. Benson hesitated to answer them. More than likely too worried that he'd sound insane or something to them. However, little did he know that nothing could seem too insane or out of the ordinary for the Winchesters. "Mr. Benson . . . please."

Mr. Benson's face twitched slightly and he finally looked up at the three siblings before him, exhaling heavily. "What happened was . . . I killed my wife. You want to know why? Because she made plans without asking me."

Sam exchanged a look with Delaney and Dean since that did seem a bit excessive for him to kill his wife over. "Mr. Benson, how did you feel when she told you? Disoriented? Out of control? Like something possessed you to do it?"

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear," Mr. Benson explained, his voice shaking with raw emotion. "I don't know why I did it. I loved her. We were happy."

Dean hummed sarcastically and pulled out a printed copy of Mr. benson's credit card statement. It had a dozen different items on it, but the one that had stood out the most was the one for nine thousand to some entertainment place. The kind of entertainment that his wife definitely would have not approved of if she knew what he did. "Nine g's. That's a hefty bill."

Mr. Benson stared down at the statement with a sickly pale face, his eyes widening slightly. "Where did you get that?"

"Doesn't matter. We have it," Dean remarked and it reminded Delaney of the way he'd respond to Delaney when she'd try to get out of trouble when she was younger. Even after she had been caught by Sam or Dean for whatever thing she'd done wrong. "See, certain charges ━ ones you don't want the missus to know ━ they show up under shady names like M & C Entertainment."

"Yeah, I don't know what you're talking about," Mr. Benson denied, shaking his head even though the Winchesters knew it was a load of bullshit.

"Oh, you're dropping plastic at a nudie bar, for instance," Dean quipped right back.

Delaney puffed out her cheeks and nudged Dean to lay off just the tiniest bit, turning to Mr. Benson with a kind smile in the hopes it'd get him to talk. "Mr. Benson . . . we just want to know the truth."

Mr. Benson diverted his gaze from the Winchesters once again, almost shamefully. He fiddled with his fingers as shoulders deflated visibly at the thought of what he'd did. "Her name was . . . Jasmine."

"And she was a stripper?"

"Della, her name was Jasmine."

"I don't like going to strip bars," Mr. Benson continued, cutting off Dean and Delaney's conversation and earning the siblings' attention once again. "My buddy was having a bachelor party, and . . . there she was. She came right up to me and . . . I ━ I don't know, she was just . . . perfect. Everything that I wanted."

Dean smirked and leant his arms on the table, clasping his together as he eyed the man before them. "Well, you pay enough, anyone will be anything."

"It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was ━ " Mr. Benson cut himself off as he tried to form the right word to use. Though, it seemed like Mr. Benson had a hard time with it as his eyebrows furrowed and he looked lost in thought for a moment. "I don't know. I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain."

"And your wife found out?" Sam inquired, tilting his head when Mr. Benson shook his head in response. "Then why did you kill her?"

"For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever, if ━ if only Vickie was . . . "

"Muerte," Dean whispered, bowing his head and Sam glanced over at Dean as if he knew what Sam was talking about. Delaney, however, was completely lost at the moment. 

"Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet, and she never showed. I don't know where she lives. I don't know her last name. I don't even know her real first name," Mr. Benson rambled, scoffing softly to himself and running a hand down his face. "I'm an idiot."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows, trying to work out how Mr. Benson hadn't said any of this to anyone else. Surely if he had, then the police could have looked for this other girl. She may be a part of the supernatural ( Delaney wasn't sure of it yet, but she could be ) but, at least if the police found her then so could have the Winchesters. "And you didn't think to tell the cops about this?"

Mr. Benson slowly raised his head and he looked just about done with this conversation. "What for? The stripper didn't do it. I did it and I know what I deserve. If the judge doesn't give me the death sentence, then I'll just do it myself."

Well, that was comforting.

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Delaney and Dean had stayed back to talk to the other two husbands that attacked their wives while Sam ran off to the medical center to see what he could dig up on what was inside the couples' bodies the night the murders happened. They hadn't gotten much out of the other two husbands since they had said the exact same thing as Mr. Benson had. That the strippers gave them everything they had ever wanted and then they snapped not that long after. The only difference between the three husbands were the woman they were with ━ Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel. 

Those poor Disney princesses really weren't princesses after all if these strippers really had any sort of dark magic inside of them.

When Dean and Delaney had met up with Sam at the medical center, he was still speaking to the doctor who told the three siblings how there were traces of oxytocin in all of the husbands' bodies. The same thing you'd feel during child birth or when you first fall in love or during sex. Something that obviously all three man would have done with their strippers.

"So, Wylie and Snyder fessed up, huh?" Sam asked as he exited the medical center with Dean and Delaney to make their way back towards the Impala.

"One emptied his I.R.A. and the other emptied his kid's college fund ━ all on the same thing. It's a club called The Honey Wagon," Delaney responded, walking in between her brothers and counting the steps till she could sit in the Impala and rip off her heels.

"These guys have affairs, too, with a stripper named Jasmine?"

"Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting," Dean chimed in, pointing his finger towards Sam with a cheery grin. "Each guy hooked up with a different chick. They all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way ━ perfect and everything that they wanted."

Sam scoffed softly and stuffed his hands into his pockets, squinting against the bright sun. "Yeah, at least they'll dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives. You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell which caused them to become totally psychotic."

"Absolutely."

Delaney breathed out a laugh and leaned on Sam's shoulder while she shucked off her heels, sighing in relief as the ache in the balls of her feet eased. No matter how many times she had to wear the death traps, she would never get used to being in them for long periods of time. She really needed to invest in flats instead. "You seem pretty cheery, Dean."

"Strippers, baby girl. Strippers," Dean cheered, a beaming smile on his face as he stopped at the driver's side door. "We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally!"

Delaney snickered as Dean got into the car, leaving Delaney and Sam still stood to the side of the Impala. "Sammy, he's your brother."

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Later that night, Delaney had gone to the strip club with Dean and Sam to get to the bottom on who the three strippers were. She had never been in a place like it before so she stuck close to Sam's side trying not to eye the scantily dressed women, feeling like it was wrong. They got paid to do it and yet, Delaney still felt like it was so wrong to have these poor women sexualized the way they were. 

While Dean had separated from them to go talk to the owner of the club, Sam and Delaney took a seat at one of the circular high top tables to call up Bobby and see if he knew of anything that could make husbands suddenly want to kill their wives. It had sounded like a love spell, but Delaney felt like there would have been more behind the spell if it truly were one and Bobby mentioned that it could be a Siren tricking these poor men. 

"Anything?" Dean asked, walking up to Delaney and Sam just as Sam and Delaney had gotten off the phone with Bobby. "Cause I got nothing."

"A little of something, I guess. Sammy and I just talked to Bobby and there might be one theory," Delaney answered, twisting the seat of her stool back and forth as she played with the napkin on the table absentmindedly. "He thinks it could be a Siren."

"Like Greek mythology? Like The Oddessy?" Dean asked, smirking when both Delaney and Sam gave him odd looks. "What? I read."

Delaney snorted and shot her brother a cheeky grin. "I didn't know you could read, Dean. I'm so proud of you."

Dean rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Delaney's head, failing at feigning annoyance with her. "Shut up, brat."

"Yeah, actually, but the Siren's not actually a myth," Sam spoke up, cutting off the duo's playful banter. "It's more of a beautiful creature that prey on men, entice them with their Siren Song."

"Let me guess ━ Welcome to the Jungle? No, no. Warrant's Cherry Pie?" 

Delaney smiled in amusement at Dean's mocking response and shook her head. "No, stupid. Their song is more of a metaphor ━ like their call, their allure, you know?"

"So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out?" Dean asked.

"Basically, yeah. Sirens live on islands. Sailors would chase them, completely ignoring the rocky shores, and dash themselves to pieces," Sam informed, leaning his arms on the table. "So if you were a siren in '09 and looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?"

Dean's eyes scanned the packed club as multiple guys threw dollar bills at the dancing girls on the poles of the stage or were lead to the back rooms for one on one services. "So, whatever float the guy's boat then that that's what they look like?"

Sam nodded and he took his own scan of the room to see if he noticed anything that could. "Yeah, Sirens can read minds. They see what you want the most, and then they can kind of, like, cloak themselves ━ you know, like an illusion."

"I have never been more glad to be a girl in my life," Delaney mused, grinning innocently at her brothers when they both shot her a stern look.'

"So it could all be the same chick, morphing into different dream girls?" Dean inquired incredulously.

"Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary."

Dean closed his eyes and let out a low groan, already looking done with the creature they had to take down this time. "How do we kill it?"

"Uncle Bobby is working on it, but even if we figure that out . . . " Delaney trailed off, shrugging lamely since they still don't know who the Siren even is.

"How the hell are we gonna find it? It could be anybody."

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The next morning, Delaney had gone out once again to investigate one of the victims from the night before. Dean nor Sam had really seen any women that looked like they could be the Siren, but it seemed some poor guy had that night. So while Dean and Sam did some more research on Sirens, she had gone out to see what had gone down with the guy, Lenny Bristol. 

Of course, Delaney had gone out without her cellphone so she couldn't even call the boys on her way back. She just hoped neither one of them touched her phone while she was gone because while Randy and her kept most of their Lilith talk to phone calls ━ they still had some information texted back and forth. Not that Dean or Sam usually checked her phone and wouldn't wonder what Randy would be doing in her phone since they were together, but that would change if they read her texts.

Delaney was just glad that the boys usually never went through her phone.

"Lenny Bristol was definitely another Siren fic," Delaney announced, walking into the motel room to see the boys still sat at the table next to the window that was across from the door. "I got in to talk to him and he said he brought a stripper home named Belle. Couple hours later, he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went M.I.A."

"Wait, he killed his mom?" Dean balked, blinking a few times as if trying to make sense of why anyone would do that.

"Woman he was closest to," Delaney replied as her phone began to buzz repeatedly on the table with a phone call.

Dean's eyes drifted over to the device and he held it up for Delaney, narrowing his eyes at her as he handed her the buzzing object. "You forgot your phone."

Delaney smiled sheepishly at Dean since it wasn't the first time she'd done it. Ever since he'd come back, he'd been really on her case about making sure to have her phone. His paranoia and protectiveness seemed to triple since he'd come back from Hell and Delaney wasn't really sure what spurred any of that on. She glanced to the phone to see Bobby's name flash across the screen and pressed the device to her ear. "Hey, Uncle Bobby."

"Hey, kiddo. You guys find the girl yet?"

"Uh, no, and doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. What about you? You got anything?" Delaney inquired, slipping her heels off and taking the final seat at the table. 

"Well, some lore from a dusty Greek poem. Shockingly, it's a little vague."

"Oh, hold on, a sec. I'll put you on the speaker," Delaney cut Bobby off before he could continue, pulling the phone away from her ear and placing the phone on speaker so the boys could hear.

"It says you need a bronze dagger covered in the blood of a sailor under the spell of the song."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his finger stopping its fiddling the label on his beer bottle. "What do you mean?"

"You got me. We're dealing with three thousand years of the telephone game here. My best guess is that the Siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's mot likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood."

"That makes them go all Manchurian candidate," Sam intoned, scratching the side of his face as he scrunched his face up in thought. "Uh, what do you think? She infects the men during sex?"

"Supernatural STD," Dean mused.

"Well, however it happens, once it's done, the Siren's go to watch her back. If she gets a dose of her own medicine it kills her. Like a snake getting iced by its own venom."

Delaney chewed on her thumbnail as she tried to figure out what to do next. "So we have to figure out a way to get the blood out one of these victims then?"

"Not that easy, sweetheart. None of these guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're gonna get the blood you need."

"I think I got an idea," Sam said, earning confused looks from his siblings.

"Just be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit you."

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Delaney found herself back at the medical center with her brothers as Sam suggested that the doctor they'd spoken to might have the blood samples still from when the four victims had gone in. She noticed the way Sam's face lit up at the sight of the dark haired doctor and she wanted to poke and tease him about the crush he had on her.

"Dr. Roberts," Sam called when he saw the room make her way across the waiting area.

Dr. Roberts smiled kindly at the trio and hugged her files in her hand to her chest. "Agent Stiles, just can't stay away, huh?"

Sam's boyish grin took over his face, but it faltered slightly when Dean and Delaney rose their eyebrows at him. He cleared his throat and fixed his suit jacket, his smile dropping to a normal one. "Actually, we're here on business. About the blood samples, the ones with the high . . . you know, oxytocin. Do you still have them?"

Delaney sighed in relief when Dr. Roberts nodded in response, smiling softly at the woman. "Good. Would we be able to take them?"

"What for?"

Before the Winchesters could offer up a random excuse, a man with slicked back hair and a suit stopped behind Dr. Roberts. "Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?"

Dean poked his tongue into his cheek and went to get out his FBI badge along with Delaney and Sam, holding them up for the man to see. "Excuse me, sir. We're a little busy here, buddy."

The guy smirked and held up his own FBI badge to the trio, sending a cold chill down their spines. They would have to be really good about swinging themselves from this one and would probably need to use Bobby. "Yeah, so am I, pal."

"Doc, could you give us a sec, please?" Sam asked politely and turned to the real FBI agent when the doctor stepped away to give them privacy. "What's your name?"

"Nick Monroe. What's yours?"

"I'm special agent Sam Stiles. These are my partners ━ Dean Murdock and Delaney Potter," Sam responded, holding up his FBI badge once again for Nick to see it. "What office you from?"

Nick ticked an eyebrow up at the badge, but seemed to buy it because he didn't say anything about it. Dean really was that good at making fakes of IDs and badges. "Omaha ━ violent crimes unit. My S.A.C. sent me down here to see about the murders. You?"

"D.C. our assistant director assigned us," Dean replied swiftly, referring to Bobby who usually helped them get out of these kinds of situations if need be.

"Which A.D.?"

"Mike Kaiser."

"What are your badge numbers?"

Delaney scoffed out a laugh at the audacity of Nick and crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowed in on him. The way her finger tapped against her arm where it rested showed the boys that Delaney's sass would be rearing its ugly head for this guy and it wouldn't pretty for him. "You serious right now, buddy? I can ask you the same thing, but I didn't."

Sam quickly stepped in before Nick could make a retort back and held out his fake business card with his alias printed on the small white card. It had both his number and the number for Bobby printed beneath. "Look, man, whatever. Just call our A.D. He'll sort things out, huh?"

Nick stepped away with the card in hand, turning his back to the siblings as he quickly dialed Bobby's number. The conversation hadn't lasted all that long with a few head nods and responses from Nick before he hung up. He glanced over his shoulder guiltily at the Winchesters and Delaney couldn't help the cocky grin that took over her face as he approached. "I'm sorry about that, guys."

"Just don't let it happen again," Delaney chided, shooting Nick a fake smile to which Dean nudged her for.

"So, where are you at with this?" Nick queried, deciding to blow past Delaney's obvious dislike of him at the start. "I was about to run the perps' blood work."

"I already checked. It's a dead end," Sam said, hoping it would deter the agent from doing anything else and just moving on to another part of the investigation. At least, long enough for them to take the blood work and end the case for the cops.

"Well, get this ━ I feel like I found something that connects all the murders," Nick admitted, crossing his arms and stepping closer to the siblings so he could keep his voice low. "They were all banging strippers from the same club."

Delaney tried to fight back the amused grin that fought its way onto her face, rocking back on her heels. She tried to appear impressed by the agent's conclusion that they already had made. "You don't say?"

Nick nodded and he actually seemed quite impressed with himself for figuring it out. Why did Delaney find all of this so damn amusing? "Yeah, why don't you say we go down and check it out together?"

"Well, here's the thing, Nick, we're kind of lone wolves ━ "

"You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just give me a second with my partners," Sam cut across Dean and hauled Dean and Delaney a few feet away so he could talk to them in private. "You both need to go with him. Keep him out of the way."

"Why us?" Delaney argued, not wanting to be around Nick any longer than she needed to be. It appeared Dean felt the same when he nodded his head in agreement with her statement.

"I have to get the blood samples."

Dean opened his mouth a few times to try and come up with a good argument so he and Delaney wouldn't have to go off with the guy. Neither one of them really wanted to deal with him sticking his nose around in the case more than he needed to. "What the hell are we supposed to do with him?"

"Just take him to the strip club. Dean can keep an eye out for the Siren," Sam replied, slapping his hands to his sides when Delaney and Dean gave him annoyed looks. "Come on, Dean, just ━ just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there."

"What about me? I'm not into girls, Sammy," Delaney cut in, placing her hands on her hips.

"Bonding time with your big brother?" Sam weakly offered.

Dean waved his hands to stop the two from fighting and sighed. "Fine, we'll go. I'm doing this for the girls, though, not you."

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To say Delaney was bored out of her mind would be an understatement. Dean and Nick had totally bonded over their love for music and Impalas the whole time the trio had been together. It was better than them fighting with each other, but Delaney couldn't even contribute to the conversation because she didn't know the bands they spoke about enough to actually try and play the game they were. Naming the song and the other would name the year and songwriter that wrote the song for the band.

"You know, for a Fed you're not a total dick," Dean yelled out over the booming music that played in the club along with the noisy chatter of the occupants.

"Aren't we all Feds?" Nick laughed, gesturing to himself, Dean and Delaney who merely sipped on her beer. 

Dean paused at that for a moment, realizing that maybe saying that would make him sound suspicious. He glanced over at Delaney who drank her beer, waiting in amusement for her brother to charm his way out of this one. "Yeah. No, I just, you know ━ not a lot of Feds as cool as us, huh?"

If Nick was suspicious of Dean or Delaney, he didn't express it as merely nodded and decided to move on with the conversation. "So, what the hell with this case? How does a girl talk four different Johns into murder? Can I level with you two? I found something kind of weird."

"Well, you definitely brought your weird to the right address so . . . " Delaney trailed off, twirling her wrist to signal for Nick to go on with his theory.

"I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up," Nick explained, handing Delaney a clear evidence bag with dark purple petals inside of it. "So I went back through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows as she stared down at the floor, trying to work out where she'd seen this kind of flower before recently. She just knew this flower was somewhere in the past day that her and the boys had been in the town. "Like it was left on purpose?"

"I mean, you know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. With this case? To tell you the truth . . . I got no idea what's going on."

Delaney fiddled with the petals through the evidence bag and exchanged a look with Dean, an idea coming to both of them. She finally realized where she'd seen the flower petals before this.

Dr. Roberts' office.

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Delaney cursed as she tried Sam for the hundredth time but still got no response. She could already feel the tightness of her lungs as her anxiety clawed its way out. If Dr. Roberts really was the Siren, then Sam was in dangerous waters just by being alone with her. The fact that he wouldn't answer her calls ━ something that Sam never declined or missed no matter what time of day it was when it came to her ━ only made her worry even more for her brother. 

Dean and Delaney sat in the Impala as Dean sped through the darkened roads of the town. When Sam hadn't responded to Delaney's first ten calls, they had quickly left the club and mumbled out a random excuse to Nick. They had to get to the bottom of just who Cara really was while Delaney did periodic calls to Sam that all continued to go unanswered.

Until Delaney's phone finally rang with a phone call from Sam.

"Fucks sake, Sammy, where the hell have you been?" Delaney snapped into the phone like a mother chastising her young child.

"With Cara."

"Oh, it's Cara now, huh? And since when do you not pick up my calls?" Delaney remarked, hoping that Sam heard just truly annoyed she was with him. He'd had her and Dean worrying over him for the past half hour and she was about thirty seconds from flinging her older brother off the side of a cliff.

"We were trying to find the blood samples. Someone stole them."

Delaney barked out a humorless laugh at Sam's statement and picked at a piece of lint on her suit pants. "Oh, I bet someone did. Nick found flower petals at the crime scenes. Hyacinths."

It was a quiet for a long moment on the other end and Delaney would have thought Sam hung up on her if it weren't for his breathing. "So . . . ?"

"So? Mediterranean, from the ━ from the island where the whole freakin' Siren myth started in the first place? Sam, Cara had hyacinth flowers in her office," Delaney informed, not really understanding why Sam was so blasé about the whole thing. Why was he reacting so laid back about this when Delaney literally just told him his school boy crush was a murdering psychopath?

Sam's laughter sounded on the other end and it caused Delaney to clutch her phone tightly in annoyance. "Little one, you think Cara's the Siren?"

"Well, Dean and I did a little checking up on her. She's only been in town for two months. She has an ex-husband, a dead ex-husband ━ Carl Roberts. Dropped like a stone, no warning. Supposedly a heart attack.

"Maybe it was a heart attack."

Delaney's eyes flickered over to Dean who eyed her sudden change in demeanor. She couldn't tell what was wrong with her brother right now, but she seriously had half a mind to rip his head from his shoulders. He had never talked to her like that before regarding a case, especially not when her and Dean had all the facts lined up and waiting for him. "You're kidding me, Samuel."

"I just don't think it's her, Delaney."

"Oh, and what makes you so sure, Sammy? I would love to hear your brilliant evidence on why."

"I don't know. A hunch."

Delaney scoffed and her fist clenched in her lap as the annoyance brewing in her chest only grew. "A hunch, Sam? You're joking me right now, right? I'm giving you cold, hard facts here and you're giving me a hunch?" She paused for a moment when a thought came to her on why Sam could be defending Cara. "You slept with her, didn't you?"

A long pause was heard on the other end, clearly pining Sam to his spot as Delaney had caught him. "No."

"Holy crap. You did," Delaney gaped and she exchanged a look with Dean. The both of them getting bad feelings in their bellies on what could happen to Sam now that he slept with her. "Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone? Sam, you could be under her spell right now!"

"Delly, I am not under her spell," Sam defended and she could practically picture him rolling his eyes at her. "Even if I was, wouldn't be the first Winchester to bang a monster."

If Delaney's life were a cartoon right now, she was pretty sure that her face would have filled up with an abnormal red color and steam would be coming out of her ears. Dean must have noticed her angered expression because he reached his hand out to place on her knee and squeeze it, reminding her to keep relaxed.

"At least I can admit that my monster is one," Delaney quipped right back at him, ignoring the brief glance from Dean. "I don't think you're as fine as you say you are."

"So you don't trust me."

"Uh, no not really because this could all be the siren talking right now," Delaney responded hotly, trying to get her heart rate to get back to normal. She just tried to tell herself that it really was the spell talking and that Sam hadn't meant any of the words he'd said to her. It was the only thing that would keep Delaney from strangling her.

"Just tell me where you guys are and I'll come meet you. We'll figure things out."

Delaney made a noise of discontent and shook her head even though Sam couldn't see her. "No. I think Dean and I should handle this one by ourselves." She hung up her phone and quickly dialed Bobby's number, tapping the side of it impatiently until she heard the man's voice mail. "Hey, Uncle Bobby, call me back when you get this. I think Sam's been hit by the Siren's mojo and he's in trouble."

"You okay, Della?" Dean asked, noticing the war that went on inside of Delaney's mind. He didn't hear what Sam had said to his baby sister but judging by the way she looked about two seconds from either exploding or sobbing, he knew it wasn't good. 

"You got Nick's number, right?" Delaney questioned, ignoring Dean's own question and received a silent nod. "Good, call him because I think we'll need his help."

Dean looked like he wanted to argue and ask why she wanted Nick involved when she didn't even really like him, but after she had divulged to Dean whatever was said between her and Sam cut off whatever argument Dean would have had. He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jacket and dialed Nick's number, pressing the phone to his ear.

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Delaney honestly wasn't even really sure what happened or how it even happened. However, one second Delaney and Dean were meeting up with Nick at the club to see Cara arrive and enter inside. They had both gotten into Nick's car to wait for Cara to come out with whoever her next victim. Then the next second, Dean and Nick shared a sip from Dean's flask and Nick's whole demeanor changed, smirking at Dean as he mentioned the saliva could be how the Siren's been drugging her victims.

Dean and Delaney had come to the conclusion in all of the same second that Nick was the Siren the whole time. It would make sense as to how the guy bonded so beautifully with Dean over the Impala and all the bands that Dean listened to in the car. He wouldn't have targeted Delaney because she was a girl and he only went after males. However, that didn't stop Nick from smirking at her and knocking her out in the back seat of the car.

When Delaney had finally come to, she groaned and blinked her eyes open to rid the blurriness that crossed her vision. She had tried to move but her arms were tied behind her back along with her legs around the legs of the motel room chair she was placed in. Nick was sat leisurely on the bed while Dean hid next to the motel room door, waiting for Sam to come back so he could attack him.

As if on cue, the motel room door opened and Sam paused at the sight of Delaney tied to the chair and a bruise forming on her forehead where Nick had slammed into her. His eyes flickered over to Nick in confusion, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Nick, what are you doing here?"

"Sammy, don't trust ━ " Delaney was suddenly muffled when Nick stood up and shoved a spare rag into her mouth to keep her from talking. Her eyes widened when Dean slammed the motel room door closed and grabbed Sam from behind, holding Ruby's knife up to Sam's neck. 

"Dean?"

Nick chuckled darkly, patting Delaney's shoulder as he passed her by to stand before her two brothers. It took Sam about a minute before he had put two and two together, eyes narrowing at Nick as a sarcastic smile took over his face.

"I got to tell you, you are one butt-ugly stripper."

"Well, maybe, but I got exactly what I wanted," Nick mused, twirling one of the small hyacinths in between his fingers. "I got Dean. I got your precious little sister out of my way."

Delaney struggled against her binds to try and get to her brothers so she could try and help them, but Nick had done too good of a job at tying her wrists and ankles to the chair she was forced into. The most she could do is wiggle the gag out of her mouth and spit it onto the carpet at her feet.

"Dean, come on. This isn't you. You can fight this," Sam struggled against Dean's hold, trying to keep the knife away from his skin. "Let me go."

Nick walked closer to the two Winchester boys and bent down to whisper into Dean's ear. "Why don't you cut him? Just a little on his neck right there?"

Delaney jumped when she noticed Dean flick the knife the tiniest bit and a trail of blood go down Sam's neck. "Dean, no!" She fought against the binds once again, causing a stinging pain in her wrists from the rope burns she was getting. However, she didn't care at the moment as she wanted desperately to get to her brothers and save them.

Nick grinned at Delaney over his shoulder and she channeled all of her hate and anger into the dark glare she shot him. "Dean's all mine, cupcake. I gave Dean exactly what he needed and it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you and Sam. A little sibling that looked up to him that he could trust. Boy, can he not trust you, huh? Now he loves me, sweetheart. Oh, and watch this fun surprise."

Delaney froze in her fight against the ropes as she watched Nick pry Sam's mouth open, spitting his saliva into it. Her eyes widened as she frantically shook her head, watching Sam's fight suddenly give out against Dean and Dean finally let him go as they both stared at Nick. She flickered a dark gaze back over to Nick when his chuckle sounded around the room again, this time his full attention on Delaney with her brothers stood behind him. "You, freakin' bastard!"

"Aw, that's not very nice," Nick taunted, walking over to Delaney and untying her wrists and ankles so she could stand from the chair. He quickly sidestepped her when she launched out of her chair for him, even though she didn't have anything to kill him with. It landed her right in the middle of her two older brothers. "Now that the casualties are all out of the way. How about we play a little game? Whichever one of you boys finishes off your little sister first, get to stay with me forever? While the other gets to meet Delaney's fate?"

Delaney's jaw ticked as she saw both of her brothers' eyes snap to her while Nick lounged back on the bed, with his arms behind his head. She eyed her two brothers who blocked her on either side and her brain worked on overdrive on how to get herself out of this mess. She had ducked a swing that Dean took at her and she stumbled over to the side of the room where the dresser was. 

"I don't know when it happened, Della. Maybe when I was in Hell. Maybe when I was staring at you, but the Delaney Sammy and I know is gone," Dean voiced aloud, freezing Delaney in her scan of the room for anything she could use to protect herself.

"What are you talking about?"

"The secrets, Delaney. It's not the demon blood that bothers us, but the little stuff. Like what you've been texting to Randy the past few weeks right under our noses? What happened to us being in this together and having each other's backs?" Sam growled, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

Delaney gaped at the two boys, not believing that they had actually gone through her phone earlier that day when she had left her phone behind by accident. She tried not to be pissed off at them right then because she needed to be clear minded if she wanted to keep alive right now. However, she couldn't help the part of her that was annoyed at them ━ the them before they were both drugged. 

"You wanna know why I didn't tell you about Lilith and what Randy and I were doing the past few weeks? It was because I knew you'd try to stop me," Delaney snapped, keeping herself pressed up against the dresser behind her to keep space between her and the boys. She just needed to buy her time until she could figure something out. Might as well give them some of the truth while she was stalling. "I knew that you both would tell me it's too dangerous and that I should leave it alone. But I can't, okay? I can't leave it alone after what she'd done to Dean and the way she's been toying with me like I'm some kind of doll!"

Dean chuckled humorlessly and took a threatening step forward to Delaney who tried to slide as far down the dresser as she could, putting her now closer to the wall the window was placed on. "Still could have told us, Delaney. We could have helped you and your little demonic boy toy. You've been consistently hiding stuff from Sam and I and we're tired of the lies ━ the deception of everything. The Delaney we knew would have never lied to us like this."

"Yeah, well, guess payback's a bitch for hiding the supernatural from me, huh?" Delaney quipped, narrowly missing Ruby's knife that Dean chucked at her. She could feel the knife fly mere inches past her cheek and stuck to the wall behind her head. Her breathing became labored as she slid under Sam's incoming fist and dodged her way to the side the motel room door was on. She fumbled for the door behind her and stumbled out of the motel room as the door suddenly pushed open.

Bobby appeared in Delaney's vision and he jammed a knife into the back of Dean's shoulder as he came charging at them both now. He whipped out the knife as Dean howled in pain and chucked it at Nick's back who tried to rush off when he realized what Bobby was about to do. The knife made contact with Nick's back and it caused him to trip over his feet, slamming into the wall at the end of the hallway. He dropped the ground on his back, blood trickling down the side of his mouth and Dean and Sam both blinked a few times. 

Delaney breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed their eyes clear up and she collapsed back against the doorframe behind her, tugging a hand through her hair. She was just glad that was over.

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The next morning, an awkward silence was held over the Winchesters' heads as they packed up their stuff to leave the motel with Bobby. Last night's events still plagued their minds and Delaney didn't know how to feel about any of it if she were honest. Were any of what the boys had said true? Did they really not trust her ( not that she really blamed them because she probably wouldn't trust herself either ) or was everything that they said just fueled by the Siren's trickery? 

If Delaney were honest, she just wanted to forget last night had ever happened and let it go away on its own. She wasn't usually one to ignore problems till they went away, but she just didn't know how to handle this with her brothers.

Bobby and Dean had pulled over into a random abandoned lot that was just off the highway outside of the town. Dean had needed the short break before they really got into driving again and stopping at the next town that needed their help. The three Winchesters had leant up against the Impala while Bobby handed them each a glass bottle of root beer to drink.

"Soda?" Sam questioned, raising in his eyebrows in amusement at the drink that Bobby provided.

"You three are driving, aren't you?" Bobby said in a stern type of tone which none of the Winchesters argued with.

Delaney played with the cap on her bottle, bouncing awkwardly on her toes as she stood between her two brothers. It was crazy to think that just eight hours ago she was stood between them while they both tried to kill her. Now she was stood between them while they all tried to figure out what to even say to each other. "Uncle Bobby, you know  ━ you hadn't shown up when you did ━ "

"Done the same for me, more than once," Bobby cut Delaney off before she could go any further, holding a hand up to cut the youngest Winchester off from going on. "Of course, you could have picked up a phone. Only took one call to figure out that agent Nick Monroe wasn't real." He eyed the three Winchesters who had all gone silent sheepishly at how stupid they'd been with the case. It nearly got Delaney killed for crying out loud. "You three gonna be okay?"

"We always are, Uncle Bobby," Delaney assured quietly, bringing the glass bottle up to her lips so she wouldn't have to say any more.

Bobby nodded once and it was obvious he didn't believe Delaney, but he thought better than to pester her about it. He knew that the trio would work things out eventually anyways even if things weren't fine right then. Dean and Sam could never go longer than a day or two angry at Delaney or ignore her. It was nearly impossible for them to do since they had both ( especially Dean ) raised her. They could never turn their backs on her, no matter what she did.

"You know, those Sirens are nasty things. That it got to you and nearly made you kill your baby sister ━ that's no reason to feel bad, boys."

Dean and Sam merely raised their glass bottles to Bobby in acknowledgement and the three siblings watched the older man get into his car and drive off.

It was silent between the three siblings for a moment before Dean decided to speak up. "So, Sammy, you gonna say goodbye to Cara?"

"Nah. Not interested," Sam sighed, pushing off the side of the Impala and shrugging softly. "What's the point?"

"Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em," Dean teased Sam, pushing off the side of the Impala next along with Delaney and grinning teasingly at him. "You sly dog, you."

Delaney just rolled her eyes at her brothers and finished off her drink before chucking it into one of the knocked over garbage cans left behind. She could feel the boys' eyes on her back as she made her way over and back. "Okay, what?"

Dean exchanged a look with Sam before his eyes flickered over to his baby sister, his eyes filling with guilt from the night before. "Della, look, what Sammy and I said to you last night, okay? You know it was just the Siren's spell talking, right?"

Delaney rolled her lips into her mouth and her eyes bounced between her two brothers. Part of her wanted to believe that it was just the spell that fueled whatever they had said to her. That the spell just made them spew things out that would anger her right back so they could get into some sick recreation of an Olympic Coliseum while Nick played the ruler. However, there was also a part of her that wondered if that's how the boys really felt. That they truly didn't trust her and that they were pissed she hadn't said anything about Lilith to them. 

Though, Delaney didn't any more problems with her brothers and she figured maybe if she just brushed it off, it'll go away. That they could ignore the elephant in the room and just go back to how things were before. She could go back to being the annoying baby sister and Dean can go back to picking on her any chance he got while Sam rolled his eyes in the background and mumbled about how they were both children. She knew it wasn't the way to handle things, but Delaney just wanted at least the disguise of peace so she would take whatever chance she got to have that disguise.

"Yeah, I know. It's fine. We're okay," Delaney eventually replied, hoping her voice sounded as strong as it did to her own ears. 

Dean and Sam appeared to buy it ( at least for the time being ) and they brought her in for a small group hug, them both pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

At least she got her disguise of her peace. 

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

So, I kinda hate this chapter? It quite literally took me eleven hours to write and I just . . . I don't know how I really feel about it. I just really wanted to get an update out for Delaney since I haven't given her love in nearly a whole month and I missed my girl so much. Just sucks that I had to bring her back with a horrible chapter, but I'm too tired and over writing for the day to really go back and fix anything about it. So I'll just promise you guys a better chapter for the next one and we'll move on!

Anyways, WELCOME BACK, DELANEY! We missed you baby and I can't wait to get through the final EIGHT CHAPTERS of Part One. I'm so ready to write Season 5 Delaney! I'll try to update this story more so we can get right to it! No more sleeping on this queen.