[dean/sam] Fancy Meeting You Here

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." Sarah kept her voice low, though she honestly felt more like screaming. Creatures, monsters, demons, she had gotten used to them, used to the darkness. But this? The bodies? She didn't know that she would ever get used to stumbling into a supernatural case, just a tad too late to have saved someone, and having to find their lifeless body crumpled on the floor. Not that she would call the bloodied heap in the center of the room a 'body' per say. It was unsettling at best, not to mention, that smell. "Oh God." She back peddled quickly, snapping her head this way and that, searching for a safe place to-

Oops.

She couldn't hold it in any longer, and she vomited a few feet away from the dead body. Great. Why don't I just leave a little note with my name and address next time, lead the cops right to my doorstep. She scolded herself as she entered the victim's wash room, returning with a mop and a gallon of bleach. Thankfully, the man had died in the kitchen, so there was no carpet to speak of. The clean up was quick, as she knew it was only a matter of time before the man's wife would be coming home from her business trip. Though it was nearly one in the morning, the woman had taken the soonest flight she could after her last meeting, to make it home to her husband. Sarah had gathered this information after listening to the voice mails on his cell when she'd first entered the home. She really wished she could just call in to the police station herself, and save the woman from having to find him like this.

Sarah empathized so powerfully at times, it could bring her to her knees. But she didn't have the time for dramatics, she had to get what she needed, and slip out the back door before she got herself caught. Sarah wasn't really a hunter, she just couldn't ignore what was going on around her. If there was something killing in the town she was visiting, and she couldn't get a hold of an actual hunter to do the job, she saw no choice but to sack up and take care of the problem herself. This was one of those times.

There had been reports of strange deaths around this small town in the Southern United States, people being stalked and torn apart in their homes. The police seemed to think the attacker was taking some of the organs, blood, and flesh with him or her out of pure insanity. But, Sarah knew better. This case screamed Rugaru, and she intended to find it. The people being killed were all males, varying in ages, races, occupations, and social status, but shared one rather disgusting habit; 'Half Price Lap Dance Thursdays' at Heaven's Gate Gentleman's Club.

Sarah paused beside the deceased, to pay some kind of respect for having entered his home and, well, vomiting in it at the sight of him. Once she was finished, she gave the place one final walk through, taking note of the scene, and being sure everything was just how she'd found it. When she was finished, she slipped quietly out the back door and headed to her truck, taking a deep breath of fresh air once she was safely buckled into the driver's seat.

It didn't take her long to make it to her destination, and as she sat in the back of the rear parking lot, she contemplated her strategy. Surely, she would look out of place if she just waltzed into a strip club alone. She highly doubted she could pull off the facade of being a lesbian enjoying the show. What option did that leave her with? She groaned, realizing she had no other choice but to pose as a dancer looking for work. She was hardly dressed for the occasion, in her slouchy tee and jeans. However, the silver bra she threw on that morning was just trashy enough to work.

She wriggled out of her clothes and left them in the truck, strutting confidently through the back door of the strip club. "Name's Jersey," she attempted to speak in what she thought was a trashy new Jersey accent while she smiled at the bouncer stationed at the rear of the stage. It wasn't the most original name, but Coyote Ugly was fresh on her mind, and it was all she could come up with. "I'm lookin' to make ya'll some money tonight." She winked up at him, and he didn't hesitate before letting her into the girls' dressing room. She was surprised at how few dancers there were, a tiny blonde girl, a busty red head, and a curvaceous ethnic woman, all stared at her as she leaned against the wall beside them.

She had just opened her mouth to introduce herself, when the bouncer who had let her in peeked his head in the door. "Jersey. You're up." He commanded, pointing towards the stage. It took everything she had to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. Sarah had never intended to actually dance, she just wanted to get in, get some information, and get out. But by the look on his face, the bouncer was growing impatient, and Sarah didn't want to blow her cover. She shook away her anxiety, and walked out onto the stage, taking her place at the pole, and tried to mimic the moves she'd seen the last girl doing.

[/font]

click

[Sam Michael Winchester]

----------------------------

[/size][/color]

----------------------------[/size][/color]

He walked through the large doors of the club that he remembered from the days that he was soul-less. He could clearly remember several things about this place. Mackenzie all over him, Ruby all over him, Dean’s face when he realized that he had made out with not only one demon, but two, including his demon ex (if that’s what you wanted to call her though no real dating had been involved) who had tried to set Lucifer free and had been working towards that goal the entire time that Sam and Dean had known her. He knew that Dean had been pissed because he had never trust Ruby and unfortunately Sam had from the beginning for the most part.

He knew that Dean would love this case, as unfortunate as it was to say. Apparently the Underground (the club that they were currently entering) doubled as a strip club…something he hadn’t know when he was here the first time. He had never been a fan of strip clubs, even when he was soul-less which was surprising since apparently he was more like Dean in the horn-dog factor when he was soul-less. However even soul-less Sam had a tendency to be a bit higher up than strip clubs. He felt all the women in here were degrading themselves and he felt as if most had just simply given up on life and that was something that he really couldn’t accept.

Sam had been through a hell of a lot of bad times over the years and had many times wanted to give up on life, but he had always kept pushing on in order to get things done. He had a strong ethic about him that pushed him to keep going even when things looked bleak. He hadn’t always wanted to but he had always kept on…for his family…well…for his brother.

Dean was really the only person that Sam stayed alive for after Jess. Well, that and his need for revenge against the thing that killed Jess and his mother.

Sam shook his head, not wanting to dive into those feelings again. He had no interest in getting depressed…he’d wait to brood when he was at the hotel later that night after the case was solved. He looked at his brother and noticed him checking out a waitress that had walked past them and he grabbed his arm, dragging him away. “Subtle Dean.” He told him, rolling his eyes.

He heard music come up on the loud speaker and heard the announcer state that ‘Jersey’ was up. His eyes were drawn to a beautiful woman on stage, which was something surprising in itself since he had never found strippers extremely attractive. He felt as if he knew this girl and that worried him. The tall man took a closer look only to have his eyes widen as he realized who it was. “Holy shit.” He stated, nudging Dean in the ribs. “Dude, that’s Sarah!” He told her, heading towards the stage. There was no way he was letting her strip, no way. Sarah and him hadn’t gotten to start anything back when they met but he had genuinely cared for her and wouldn’t let her ruin her life like this. No way in hell.

Word Count:: 583
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Woot! Sam and Sarah! Bwahahahaha. Btw, Ashley, you may want to have Dean stop Sam from dragging Sarah off the stage. Lol

----------------------------[/size][/color][/center]

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

- - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - -

Dean walked threw the doors with Sam getting ready to work a case together, Dean couldn’t lie he was in a pretty good mood right now. Because not only was he getting ready to check out a case at a strip club, but it was there real first case back together as a team. Dean was so happy to know that Sam had his soul back, it was about time too. Dean had missed Sam for so long, he was starting to think he would never have his old Sammy back. It was a good . thing he was wrong for once. Dean is nothing without his brother, he will never find a better partner then his little bro. And Dean will always be thankful to the one little Angel that saved and loved his brother, he just hopes that Jess knows that.

Yeah Dean finally had his baby brother back after all this time, and Dean couldn’t be any more happier right now. Well he could be Dean was in one of his favorite places to work at job at, well really its any guys favorite place to be. Except for Sam these places never really were his thing. After Dean walked threw the door he had the biggest smile on his face, he quickly fixed his tie and suite making sure he looked good. “Well well look at all these beautiful beautiful woman Sammy, don’t lie Sammy you know you like it in here. Now come on lets go buy you a welcome home lap dance, you know you want one. What you say man my treat.“ Dean said while hitting Sam on the arm.

Dean couldn’t help out every hot waitress that was going past him, he knew he was driving Sam up the wall but Dean just couldn’t help himself. “Sorry Sammy I’m trying to be Subtle, its just so hard with all these hot ass woman walking past me. Sam Its been so long that I was with a girl I’m starting to feel like a virgin man.” Dean said smiling and checking out another waitress.

Dean then walked near the bar and begin asking the bartender for two beers, but while Dean was trying to order Sam had tugged on his arm. It seemed as though Sam had notice the girl on the stage as Sarah. Dean had to think about the name for a moment they had been on a lot of cases over the years, after while it can get hard to remember everyone. But then when he looked at the girl it hit Dean like a ton of bricks, it was the girl that worked at the museum. She was also the one girl that Dean actually like for Sam. “ Hey it is Sarah! Man I told you to marry that girl before it was too late, and now look she is way to wild for you Sammy. Well since she is more my type now I guess I should ask her for a lap dance huh.” Dean said joking.

But Dean then could see that Sam still cared for the girl by the way he was acting, Dean was starting to get worried that Sam was juts going to run up there. “Look Sam calm down when she gets off the stage you should go over there and just talk to her, I’m sure there is a reason she is doing all this. I mean it can be money if I remember right her dad was rich, so it has to be something else you know man. Lets juts go and ask her ok.” Said Dean trying to keep Sam calm.

Word Count-615
Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
Outfit- Click to see Dean's suit.
Note- Hell yeah its about time I got my Sammy back, my posts are rocking this site. Sorry I'm just saying LOL! Love ya Britt! ;D

- - - - - - - - -

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

Sarah started out the dance awkwardly, totally nervous, and a little ashamed. If daddy knew about this... Her mind trailed off and she had to remind herself that this was just a job, nothing more, it didn't put a negative spin on her character. If anything, it was a positive thing. She was being selfless, persistent, dedicated. She wanted to prevent this thing from killing again, and if she had to dance her ass off to do it, so be it. With this new attitude, she actually started getting into the music, whipping her hair this way and that, rocking her hips, and using the pole like she actually knew what the hell she was doing. You only live once, right? I can cross 'strip for a night' off of my bucket list.

She did in fact have a bucket list, and strip for a night was indeed on it. Though she never thought she would fulfill that aspiration, never in a million years. Sarah knew more than anyone how short life was. Having lost her mother, nearly losing herself to a depression she just barely was able to rise out of, and then of course the new added knowledge that there were literally things hiding in closets, under beds, and in the dark. Things like Rugarus. Just normal, average people, who suddenly become overpowered by the urge to feed on human flesh. She got queasy just thinking about it.

As the background music to her first act was drawing to a close, the DJ spoke over the microphone. "This is Jersey's first night at Heaven's Gate, the little lost lamb came stumbling into our doors not ten minutes ago, but hey; this apple pie brunette looks good on the pole!" This brought bellows and cheers from the lust filled men that inhabited the club, and Sarah had to really force herself not to roll her eyes. It was pathetic how insanely wild these guys were getting over her. She was just a woman, had they never seen one before? If one didn't know any better, you'd think that was the case. "For a little personal attention from this All American Girl, let's see some bills in the air."

Sarah looked over to the Dj with a look that said 'huh," and he gestured towards the stairs at the side of the stage as the red head she'd seen before made her way out from behind the curtain. They expected her to work the crowd, give lap dances, flirt, all the things she had never planned on doing. She swallowed hard and cast a wary glance out into the smoke filled room. She had to squint against the bright stage lighting to really see anything, but she did catch a figure moving swiftly towards her, and another smaller one following close behind. As she stepped off the stage and stood beside the stairs, she focused harder on the men. They looked like... But it couldn't be... The Winchesters?

She brought a hand up, scrubbing it over her face. She was hallucinating. She had to be. But when she looked again, nothing had changed. She was still watching helplessly as Sam Winchester approached her, a look of anger and concern creasing his handsome features, still standing there in a bra and boy shorts, posing as a stripper, which he had no idea was the case. "Sam?" She asked when he was close enough to hear her. "What are you doing here?"

[/font]click
(I see how it is, Ash. No love for Fay lol)

[Sam Michael Winchester]

----------------------------

[/size][/color]

----------------------------[/size][/color]

Sam’s mind as he walked purposely towards the stage immediately went to the small amount of time that he spent with the woman on the stage in front of him. He could still remember the first time they met when she walked down the stairs at the auction house. He could still remember the pseudo quasi date that the two went on where they talked about their heart aches…Sarah’s mother and his former girlfriend Jess. He had a few more memories about Sarah that were better than those, but those were two of the ones that stuck out most in his brain because they showed the type of compassion that she had…and he knew that unless she had done a complete 180 in the few years since they had seen each other…that her heart was still as big as it once was.

Sam knew that he had to get her away from this life. She had been one of the only people that him and Dean had been completely honest with about their lives. She had meant something to him that he couldn’t really explain back then, and even now he didn’t really understand it. The only girl that he had ever loved in his life was Jess, but there was something about Sarah that called to him. Dean could even see it (and that was saying something since Dean tended to be a bit dense about women though he swore that he was a ladies’ man). He remembered Dean telling him to ‘marry that girl’ which of course at the time sent a pang of guilt into his heart because he had been planning on marrying Jess.

When he had met Sarah it had been much too soon for the two of them, though Sarah had wanted more…and maybe so did he. However he hadn’t grieved fully yet for his long lost love whose life had ended much too soon

He shook his head, focusing on the beautiful brunette on stage rather than the lives that he had lost along the way. He heard his brother’s comment about getting a lap dance from her and he immediately smacked him upside the back of his head. “Knock it off Dean.” He told him, his voice portraying how unhappy he was with this situation though he really had no reason or right to be as upset about it as he was. He would admit to thinking of Sarah over the years, but he had never gone back to see her…never called to check on her…he had evaporated into thin air…and it was what he had to do.

However something about that girl had always thrown him and he didn’t know what but he was determined this time to figure it out. He heard Dean’s comment about being subtle and waiting until she got off stage but he wasn’t sure he could wait that long. If he saw one guy touch her he’d most likely lose himself and throw a punch or two, something that was definitely not normal for the younger of the two Winchester brothers.

He finally made it up to the stage and when he got a closer look at the woman who he would admit to having more than one dream about over the years, he lost it. He quickly gripped her in his arms and threw her over his shoulder. “So not going to happen Sarah.” He told her before walking over to the DJ. “Hey, my wife here, Jersey as you called her, yeah she lost a bet from a few friends and they called me when they sobered up and realized what she was going to have to do…so I’m going to take her home. Yeah? Thanks.” He stated, not giving the DJ any time to react before walking towards the back room to gather Sarah’s stuff so they could get the hell out of here.

Oh yeah, Sam had officially lost it.

Word Count:: 694
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Nope. Other than this post has probably been my favorite of the Sam posts I’ve done so far. *Snickers*

----------------------------[/size][/color][/center]

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

- - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - -

While Dean was still trying to recover from getting hit in the back of the head by Sam, he could tell that Sam was upset when he saw her up there juts by the look on his face. He did feel bad for Sam having to watch and wished there was something they could do, but really there wasn’t. Not In less they wanted to make asses out of them self’s in front of everyone, and knowing Sam he is sure they will some how. Don’t get Dean wrong he loved Sarah and though she make a great girl for his brother, but god only knows why she is doing this. Dean just wishes when Sam had the chance he would have stayed with her. Or at lest bring her with them, hell she wanted to be a hunter right along with them and by the way she acted she would have made a good one.

Then of course Sam did what he knew he was going to do, he was after Sarah fasted then Dean could keep up. Oh great Dean though to himself, tonight would be the night they get kicked out of a strip club together. Almost as funny as the time Dean got kicked out of a brothel with Castiel. “Sammy hey slow down were are you going man?” Dean grabbed his beer and quickly followed Sam to the stage. “Oh great you aren’t going to get us kicked out of here are you Sammy, please god no because I like this bar man. You know this is just going to piss her off” Dean said still trying to keep up with Sam.

Dean knew that Sara was going to be freaking out when she saw there face, Sam had no idea what he was getting into. But Dean is going to let it go who knows maybe she will slap him in the face for doing this, could be funny as hell. Well to Dean anyway. When they made it up there Sam had lost it and grabbed Sarah right off of the stage, the D.J. had to think he was nuts and didn’t look every happy. Shortly after Sam explained himself to the D.J. Dean looked at him and said. “Tell your boss we are very sorry about all this, by the way I like the music you go going but can we get some Ac/Dc going thanks.” Dean asked while walking way. Dean then followed Sam into the back room wondering what the hell he was going to do, “Sammy slow down what are you doing put that girl down, I cant believe I just said that to you.”

Word Count-450
Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
Outfit- Click to see Dean's suit.
Note-

- - - - - - - - -

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

The words of her awe filled greeting had no sooner passed her lips. and she was swooped off of her feet. Sam Winchester had literally thrown her over his broad shoulder like she weighed the equivalent of a bag of sugar, and stormed over the where the disc jockey was spinning. "Sam! What the hell are you doing?!" She was yelling, not that you could really hear her. Her head being lower than her chest drowned out what she was saying a bit, especially when it was mixed with the loud music and hooting fans. She wasn't sure exactly what she expected him to do, but this certainly wasn't it. She had thought she'd see a pained look in his eyes, or maybe, no reaction whatsoever. She felt wrong even thinking it, but at least this was better than the latter. At least this showed there was some emotion there. What that emotion was, though, she had no idea. "Sam!" She said his name again, he seemed to be ignoring her, which was beyond irritating.

She felt completely humiliated. As if running into the one man she had ever had real feelings for, in a strip club, while posing as a stripper wasn't bad enough, having that man (who has in no way, shape or form, ever seen her in anything less than a cocktail dress) lay her over his shoulder, causing gravity to increase her cleavage by about 100 times, made her want to die. She knew he was probably thinking that she had totally fallen off the grid since the last time he saw her, and was dancing for cash or the thrill, or both. He had no reason to suspect she was there working a case. But somehow, it wounded her to think that he could believe she would stoop so low. Regardless of how little time they had spent together, Sam knew her, or at least, he had. They had discussed everything, every dark secret, painful past memory, failed relationship, favorite color, hobbies, the whole nine. Did he really believe she was capable of such a demeaning career choice?

They made their way to the back room of the club, and she had managed to lift herself up a bit, and slide down his chest. He was still holding her, but at least from this position her ass was resting on his arm, and not seated next to his face. The bouncer who had let her in the back door was still standing there, and she didn't want to cause a scene, as he would surely intervene as he was paid to do. "Sam. If it's my clothes you're looking for, they're in my truck. In the back parking lot." Her voice was low and stable, but there was an edge to it that clearly showed how completely thrown she was by his actions.

[/font]click

[Sam Michael Winchester]

----------------------------

[/size][/color]

----------------------------[/size][/color]

Sam barely heard his brother whining about getting kicked out of the strip club. That was completely typical of Dean, Sam thought to himself. Figures that he would be more interested in staying in a damn strip club than he would be about helping a girl that had actually meant something to both of them in the short amount of time they spent with her. He groaned to himself, knowing he was being an asshole about it but still! It was a strip club and it’s not like Dean hadn’t been to several of them before over the years…getting kicked out of one wasn’t going to kill him.

He heard Dean state that it was just going to piss Sarah off but it was already too late and before he knew it he was walking behind the curtain, trying to keep his eyes off the other women inside and instead focusing on his outrage of finding a woman who he had cared about more than he thought possible especially given the time that they had met and what she was doing in this damn hole in the wall club that tended to double as a strip club on the weekends.

Sarah’s voice broke the haze that his brain had apparently gone into when she stated that if he was looking for her clothing that it would be out in her truck. He gently set Sarah down before taking off his suit jacket and covering her up with it. He couldn’t help but smile at the way his large clothes fit over her small body but shook his head, not wanting to get into it. He turned to his brother for a moment and gave him a glare. “Watch her. If I see her up on stage again I’m taking it out on you…got it?” He asked him before storming outside, heading towards the truck that he had seen Sarah drive back when he met her.

Once at the truck he realized that it was locked. Of course it’s locked Sam! God has seeing her in that little of clothing warped your brain?! His inner voice (that sounded way too much like Dean in that moment for comfort) ranted at him. He pulled out his tool kit that he kept on him and quickly picked the lock to the door, grabbing the bag that he found in the front seat. Closing the door back up, he stormed back into the club, nodding at the bouncer who seemed to be amused at his actions rather than afraid, something he was glad about as he really didn’t need to get into a fight today.

“Get dressed.” He told Sarah bluntly, not giving her any room to argue with him. “I’ll be right here waiting when you get out.” He stated before looking at his brother who couldn’t stop staring at the other women around him. “Dude, head out of the gutter.” He told him, knowing he sounded like an asshole but not really caring at the moment in time.

Word Count:: 529
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Yep, Sam has officially gone postal.

----------------------------[/size][/color][/center]

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

- - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - -

Dean followed Sam into the back room as he was still carrying Sarah on his shoulder. This was crazy Dean still couldn’t believe this was all going on, was all this really happening right now. Dean never though he see the day when Sam carried a girl over his shoulder, it was quite amusing to him to him really. Dean didn’t know what Sam was going to do next he was acting crazy, Dean had no idea that he cared for Sarah this much. It kind of made Dean smile knowing that he did. It also made Dean happy to know he was showing he cared, it reminded Dean once more that he had his brother back. Dean didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to take soulless Sam.

Dean then watched as he set Sarah down on the chair, covering her up with his big suite jacket. Sam really wanted to make sure no one saw Sarah like this, it really was kind of sweet showing that he cared that much. It was a emotional side of Sam Dean has never seen before. “Don’t worry Sammy I will make sure she don’t go up there again, all though I really don’t think you have to worry man I think we have made enough of an ass out of her out there all ready. Just hurry back man and get her stuff and I will watch her.” Said Dean.

Dean stood there left in the room alone with Sarah, Dean didn’t really know what to say. You could hear a pin drop it was so quiet in the room, Dean had to find something to cure this awkward silence. “So Sarah its been a long time how you been ? You look good, I mean you look like you been doing ok not that I’m checking you out or anything. You know I just need to shut up till Sam gets back” Dean then stopped talking knowing that he was now making an ass of himself.

Sam had came back with her clothes telling her to get dressed, the show must have let out as well because as Dean was standing there a bunch of woman were now back with them. Dean couldn’t help but look at all the beautiful woman, but what guy couldn’t excepted for goody goody Sam. “My minds not in the gutter, Sorry that I’m looking man I cant help it, you’re the only weirdo that can.” Said Dean following Sam out of the back room. Dean still smile at every girl that passed him as he walked out, wishing he could be talking to all these hot girls.

Word Count- 448
Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
Outfit- Click to see Dean's suit.
Note-

- - - - - - - - -

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

"Oh, Sam. You're being ridiculous." She rolled her eyes as he sat her down and wrapped her in his suit jacket, though she was actually quite grateful that she was finally covered. It was one thing to have a bunch of nameless pigs drooling over her, who she would never see again, but having the Winchesters see her nearly-naked was almost too much to handle. She clutched the jacket tighter around her just thinking about it, smiling to herself at how wearing his jacket made her feel. She was looking up at him, waiting for some kind of response, a sign he had heard her, but instead he turned and spoke to Dean. What am I? Invisible?

"Um, hello? SHE is standing right here and is perfectly capa-" She trailed off as Sam totally ignored her and headed out the back door towards her truck. She turned back to look at Dean, her jaw clenched, not saying a word. The tension in the room was thick enough to've been cut with a knife, until Dean finally broke the silence. "No shit it's been a long time, Dean." It really wasn't his fault that Sam hadn't called her or come back for her, it wasn't his fault that she had totally embarrassed herself tonight either. But he was the only one around to take out her frustrations on, so he would just have to grin and bear it. "And you were so checking me out." She crossed her arms as if to say 'so there!'

She heard the back door open and immediately rose to her feet, she had every intention of telling Sam were he could shove that attitude of his. But, he ordered her to clothe herself before she could get a word in edgewise, and for whatever reason, Sarah just grabbed her bag from his hand and retreated into the back room.

Once she was inside the dressing room with the doors closed she realized there were two other strippers in there with her. One of them told her they had a shower around the corner, a clean one, in case she was worried she'd catch something from the dirty strippers she enjoyed impersonating. Sarah hung her head and didn't say anything, to the girls she was sure it looked like she was mocking them, or that she thought less of them for what they chose to do with their lives and bodies. In reality, Sarah really didn't give a rats ass about what anyone else chose to do, so long as it didn't affect her, it was really none of her business. Still, she accepted the offered shower, not caring one bit if she kept the boys waiting.

She stepped in, leaving her heels on. The shower was clean, but standing barefoot in a strip club just didn't sound sanitary, no matter how clean the girls were. She was careful not to touch anything while she scrubbed herself until the grime was rinsed from her skin, and her hair was free of that wretched stale cigarette smell. She grabbed a towel from the duffel bag Sam brought from her car, and dressed quickly in pink and leather, stashing her Walther PPK pistol fitted with a silencer into the hem of her pants. She squeezed as much water from her hair as she could, and used the towel to wrap the undergarments she'd worn on stage and the wet heels, throwing all of it in the trash.

She emerged about ten minutes later, face clean of makeup, hair still wet and showing it's natural wave. She looked from one brother to the other and back again. "Let's get out of here before we outstay our welcome." She was still aggravated, her little dance had all been for nothing, and they'd have to find another way to hunt the Rugaru she'd come here to find. She assumed the boys were here for the same purpose, and she would fill them in on what she knew once they were safely away from prying eyes and ears.

[/font]click

[Sam Michael Winchester]

----------------------------

[/size][/color]

----------------------------[/size][/color]

Sam walked out of the backroom and out to the parking lot once more, kicking a trash can over in his wake to blow off steam. Once he was far enough into the parking lot he ran his hand through his hair and groaned before leaning over, putting his head between his knees. “Seriously? What the hell was she thinking!?” He asked out loud, though he really didn’t expect an answer from Dean as he was really just asking himself. “I mean stripping for a living?! What the hell happened to her!? If someone hurt her I will kill them…okay…maybe not kill them…but for sure beat them into a bloody pulp.” He stated before groaning again.

Okay, so now that his brain had cleared he realized exactly what an ass he had just been. Damn, his vision had just been red and now he was a bit more clear headed and realized exactly how he had acted…yeah…he needed to apologize…and quickly…before she handed him his ass on a silver platter.

“Let’s go back in before she thinks we left her here…that would be just what I need now that she thinks I’m a damn psycho.” He stated with another loud groan.

Once inside he made his way back into the back room and leaned up against the door jam, waiting for Sarah to emerge. He knew she was probably taking her time in there just to spite him and to be honest he didn’t blame her in the slightest, knowing he would do the same thing if the situation was reversed…though if the situation was reversed that would be extremely odd. Sam wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with him today but he had a feeling today wasn’t the best day for him to run into Sarah. He wasn’t acting like himself and had a feeling that things were starting to catch up with him after the long couple of weeks he had been having recently.

The door to the bathroom opened and Sam couldn’t help but let his jaw drop as he walked Sarah walk towards him and then past him. He followed her like a little puppy until they hit the parking lot and waited for her to turn around, hoping she’d forgive his act from earlier. He stared at the back of her, not wanting to admit that he was checking her out but his eyebrows scrunched together as he noticed a bulge at the hem of her pants…a bulge that could only be explained as one thing. “Sarah…why the hell are you carrying a gun?” He asked, his eyebrows up so high they were almost reaching his hairline…and the look on his face was stony.

Word Count:: 486
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Okay, Sam is OOC in this post and I’m sorry…he’s just a bit out of it. Damn you cold meds!

----------------------------[/size][/color][/center]

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

- - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - -

Dean followed Sam out the back door and into the parking lot, he could tell that Sam felt dumb for what he did. The truth was he was pretty dumb for marching up there and grabbing her, but from what Dean remember she was a pretty smart girl who wouldn’t do something like this. So Dean knew she had to have a reason for being up there. “Dude I really don’t know what you were thinking? But what I do know is Sarah had to be doing it for reason, she is not the type of girl to be doing that for a living. You know what Sam this may sound gay but I’m happy that you are showing you care for Sarah, it tells me that your soul is in place and the old Sam is back” Dean said smiling at his brother.

Dean was happy to have the old Sammy back, even if that meant doing crazy things to girls it was worth it. “Oh and don’t you worry man, if someone hurts Sarah I will beating them to a bloody pulp you wont have to worry.” Dean said while rubbing his fist. Dean then followed Sam back into the club to check on Sarah, and hopefully get the whole story on why Sara was doing this. Dean waited with Sam wondering how mad she was going to be with Sam, Dean didn’t think it would be too bad but he was sure she wasn’t going to be happy with Sam.

Sarah finally had come out from the bathroom dressed, Dean couldn’t help but check her out right along with Sam with how good she looks. Dean could tell Sam was checking her out, but the fact is mouth was hanging out was a dead give away. But Dean couldn’t blame is brother Sarah was one hot ass girl, who did like him which was good. Then Sam noticed something that Sarah had, he asked her if it was a gun. Which then made Dean wonder about why she could have been up there. “Sarah please tell me you aren’t here investigating a case, because hunting is not life that you want” Asked Dean

Word Count- 370
Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
Outfit- Click to see Dean's suit.
Note-

- - - - - - - - -

[sarahblake]

time to be a big girl now

and big girls don't cry

She was still walking towards her truck, with her back to Sam and Dean. "Sam, Why the hell are you looking at my ass?" Her shirt was loose around the waist, so the only place the gun was even the least bit visible was at the back of her pants, and you had to be looking pretty darn closely to notice it. Granted, she couldn't blame him. Even with no makeup on, she had no hang ups about her appearance, especially in her leather pants. Still, he couldn't just drop her and pick her up whenever he felt like it, physically or emotionally, so at the current moment her ass was off limits.

When they made it over to her truck, she finally turned to face the boys, "of course I have a gun. What? Would you prefer that I wander around defenseless?" She pulled her impressive firearm from behind her back, careful to keep it aimed at the concrete. Looking over to Dean when he spoke. "What I want doesn't really matter anymore. Last I checked, I didn't have anyone around to protect me and hunters can't always be in the right place at the right time." The statement was pointed, and a little salty, but at the moment she didn't care. She'd put a lot of work into tracking this case down, and humiliated herself in order to gather intel, and thanks to the two of them it was all for nothing.

Sarah still had feelings for Sam, a big ol' spot in her heart with his name on it. But, he'd left her blowing in the wind, and she didn't deserve that. What happened between them needed to be talked about, and she had every intention of sitting Sam down and having that much needed conversation. But, for now, she had to come up with another way to track down the monster she was after.

"Now, I don't need protection. Well, at least, not all the time. There's a Rugaru in town and I'm gunna kill it." She looked down and noticed her car door was unlocked, knowing she most definitely hadn't left it that way. Did Sam take her keys when he went to get her clothes? "Did you break in to my truck? Nice, Sam."

[/font]click

[Sam Michael Winchester]

----------------------------

[/size][/color]

----------------------------[/size][/color]

He waited for her to reply and then his eyes narrowed when he heard his brother state something about working a case. No…way. There was no possible way in hell that Sarah had taken up the job of a hunter. He would go ballistic (more than he already had earlier). She had wanted to help them when they had first met and had almost died in the process (they both had). He had told her specifically that the reason they couldn’t be together was he wasn’t willing to lose any more people that he cared about. And she goes and decides to be a hunter?! He prayed his brother was wrong but had a feeling that he was right.

Sam’s eyes widened when he heard her comment about why she wouldn’t have a gun. Then winced when she shot out the comment about not having anyone around to protect her. “You shouldn’t need protection Sarah if you would have stayed out of the supernatural crap. There was a reason I left and a reason I never came back…and it wasn’t because I didn’t want too or that I didn’t care about you…it was because I wanted to keep you safe and out of the shit storm that I call my life.” He stated with venom.

His eyes shot up again when she stated something about a Rugaru. “Seriously Sarah?! You’ve actually turned yourself into a hunter?! What the hell!?” He shouted, realizing afterward that he was causing quite a scene and immediately lowered his voice. “Okay, I’m going to try and calm down and then we are going to talk about this calmly and rationally.” He stated before walking away for a few moments to take a deep breath and try and get himself under control.

He wasn’t sure why he was so frustrated by everything but one look at her and all the old feelings that he’d thought he’d long since buried came tumbling to the surface and all he wanted to do was protect her…which she wasn’t exactly making easier on him with the whole ‘let’s be a hunter’ thing she had going on. Another deep breath or two and he walked back, catching her just as she said something about breaking into her car. “You didn’t give me your keys and I needed to get your clothing. Calm down I didn’t break a window or anything.” He told her before taking another deep breath and walking over to her.
“Okay, let’s start over again. Shall we?” He asked before pulling her into a hug. “It’s great to see you again Sarah.” He stated, his voice softer now.

Word Count:: 464
Tag:: Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s wannabe FBI look
Note:: Okay, Sam took a chill pill. Lol

----------------------------[/size][/color][/center]

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

- - - - - - - - -

- - - - - - - - -

This was not good at, if Sarah was a hunter Sam was going to be even more pissed then he was all ready. All though Dean couldn’t really blame him, its not really a good life for anyone to get into. Especially for nice girl like Sarah who had a pretty nice life, there really was no reason for her to be hunter. This is not a life that Sam and Dean would have chosen for them self’s if they didn’t have to, they would have much rather had a nice apple pie life any day of the week then this. Even though Sam and Dean were good at what they did, this life sucks.

Dean walked over near Sam after agreeing on what he was telling her. “You know Sarah Sam is right you don’t want or need to be in this shit whole of a life. Take it from me I wish I could get out of this life more then anything in the whole world, and you know I tried to get out and couldn’t because I had been in it for so long it was too late. So you might just want to think about what you are doing first before its too late for you” Said Dean. It was true Dean wanted so much to be done with this and live nice normal life with Lisa and Ben. But of course that didn’t work out and Dean ended up losing both of them, all because he knew he needed to keep them safe.

Dean was shocked to hear what Sarah had been trying to hunt on her own, it really wasn’t a case for a nice young girl like her. Hell Dean didn’t even like it when he had too take on one, if Sam wouldn’t have been there Dean might have even died. “A Rugaru isn’t really something you need to be taking on Sarah, Sam’s right you are going to get yourself killed. Hell we might as well kill you now and save you the treble.” Said Dean freaking out with Sam.

Dean really though it was nice how Sam wanted to help Sarah so bad, it was so obvious how he felt about her. It kind reminded Dean of how Sam felt about Jess in way, they seem to have that spark. Dean then walked over near them as they were having a Kodak moment and said “Aww now isn’t this sweet guys, now lets all go sit down like adults and talk this over what you say? I think it sounds like a good idea, plus Sarah you need to catch up with us let us know how you have been. And maybe tell us why you have been hunting. ”

Word Count- 460
Tagged- Sarah and Sammy
Outfit- Click to see Dean's suit.
Note-

- - - - - - - - -