Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

The 1967 Impala spun down a dirt road, drifting to a complete stop. Two built, tall, attractive men holding shot guns emerged from the purring car. They cock the firearms, gaining the attention of the tall creature lurking in front of them.

"Hey, shit head!" Dean expelled, firing a salt round at him. The creature makes an unearthly scream, disintegrating into the earth. He lowered the shotgun, giving a sideways smirk. "Easy enough."

"Dean!" Sam yells, quickly re-aiming his weapon at a figure above. Dean shot his head before firing at the being, causing it to turn to dust. He turned to his brother with an relived, wide eyed look on his face.

"That was close." He spoke, exhilaration in his voice. Sam exhaled and nodded, checking his environment again. "Job well done, Sammy." Sam shot him an unappreciative stare. "Looks like we can go celebrate." He said climbing into the drivers seat of the car. Sam quickly followed after him. The Impala roared to life before speeding off in the distance. It was only a short lived drive until the Impala pulled up to a brick building. Sam glanced up through the windshield, his eyebrows scrunched.

"The Cat Scratch Club? Really, Dean?" He turned to face his brother, a disapproving look on his face while Dean relentlessly beamed.

"Come on." He teased. "You know Sam, if you'd just-"

"I don't need to hear "the speech" again, I'm not a child anymore..." He groaned. Dean smiles to himself. With only looks traded from one to another, Sam sighed, unpleased, before opening the car door. Dean pumped a fist, turning off the engine, practically leaping from the vehicle.

They push open the door, revealing the glow of the neon and bass pounding music. The gaping room was lined with several stages, and bars. On the right was a hallway gated by curtains, and to the left a couple of doors. Dean's face brightened, his eyes flashing from the surrounding lights. He turned to Sam.

"Go get us some drinks, I'll pick a table." Sam nodded and walked off, allowing Dean to return his raining macho man status. He scanned the room for a beautiful women in need of some lovin'. Finding a table near left of the main stage, bringing out his wallet. Sam rejoined, setting the beers on the table. "Thanks." Dean says, swigging his drink. Sam leans back in his chair, watching Dean flicking out bills, quick to roll his eyes. "You gotta know how to treat a lady, Sam." Dean spoke slipping a few dollars into the bra strap of the closest dancer. Sam scoffed a laugh that brought Dean's attention to him. "What?"

"Nothing..just..wouldn't expect anything less of you, Dean." Sam shook his head while Dean wore a goofy, 'you know better' face. The shifting music cue'd the boys leave their conversation as the DJ hit the mic.

"Alright gentlemen let's give our full attention to the Princess of the Night, Kitten!"

The song "Panama" by Van Halen started up through the speakers, further peaking Dean's interest. A new dancer's presence embraced the stage, putting all eyes on her. Her finger tips graced the length of the pole that lay center stage, dragging them gently around as she approached the front. Dean's face glistened with every inch of the dancer that his dashing hazel eyes caught. She stood in tall black heels, and dark purple babydoll lingerie. A ruffled garter against a beautiful, tan, thick thigh. Pin straight scarlet hair that just touched her cheeky collar bones. Dean huffed a harsh breath.

"Holy mother of-" and before he could finish, she dropped to a crouched position, tossing her her knees open. Grinding on her rise to the tune to the song.

"Jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down."