Family Remains

"Why Are We Friends?"

"You guys so owe me!" I yelled through the door.

The paper had been a 'Help Wanted' sign for a Show Girl and I guess they talked the manager into giving me the job without needing to see me or my resume. Throughout last night and early this morning, I had to watch the tape the manager gave them so I could learn the dance for tonight's number.

It didn't take me long to learn it, but now I was freaking out over the outfit I had to wear. It was a beautiful outfit and was a beautiful turquoise blue in color. It was basically a bikini top with beads hanging down, but it definitely showed off my boobs in a way that any girl could dream of. The pants were like bikini bottoms and like the top had beads hanging down and showed half my ass off-not a fan of that part. Putting on all the accessories and keeping off on putting the giant feathers on my head, I walked out of the bathroom.

"We'll do anything that you want fo-" Dean cut off once he turned around and saw me.

His jaw dropped open slightly and Sam stared at me like he just noticed me for the first time ever. I squirmed under their stares.

"You look ridiculous," Jason broke the silence.

I started laughing as I looked over at Jason who looked disgusted in my outfit.

"The day you say otherwise is the day I start kicking some ass," I ruffled his hair.

He laughed even though he didn'y understand fully what I meant. I haven't had to worry about him being interested in girls yet and I'm glad that he now has guys in his life to help him through it once he gets there. Well, he has Sam to help him.

"Isn't Bobby suppose to be here anytime now?" I asked, heading over to the table to sit down and put on the ridiculous heels that I have to dance in.

There was a knock on the door and Dean pulled out his gun and pressed a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes knowing it was probably Bobby. Dean peaked through the peep hole and then put the gun in the waist band on his jeans. Opening the door, he revealed Bobby.

He stepped inside and gave Dean a quick embrace before he moved to Sam. The moment Bobby saw me, he narrowed his eyes.

"Where in the hell are your clothes?" He asked.

"Ask those Bone Heads," I said using his phrase from earlier.

"What in hell are you doing to the poor girl?" Bobby demanded.

Sam and Dean look like they were being scolded like a small child that got on trouble.

"We need some undercover work to be done and she's the best for the job," Dean tried to explain.

"By putting her in a costume that exposes her to the world?" Bobby asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sam just looked at the floor, unable to look at Bobby. Dean managed to look at him a couple times but then also ended up looking away. Me, on the other hand, found this extremely hilarious. Jason came up next to me, not use to Bobby or him acting this way.

"She's playing as a Show Girl," Sam said in a low voice.

"You mean the people that's being killed?" Bobby questioned. "So not only are you dressing her worse than a stripper-"

"Hey!" I exclaimed even though I knew it was true.

"You're also putting her in harms way?" Bobby continued as if he didn't hear me.

Sam and Dean were speechless.

"Bobby," I said, going up to him and wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "That's enough. It's ok, I agreed to it all."