Supernatural OneShots

*Undercover*

"I'm not wearing that!" Daisy says, shaking her head vigorously.

I hand her the outfit saying, "Yeah, you are. Mine's skimpier than yours. Sam and Dean can't go undercover this time; it's up to us."

She gives me a look, and I say, "Just go put it on, idjit." She huffs, then goes into the changing room next to me.

I take off all my clothes, and slip on the sparkly top and shorts, along with a leather jacket for a nice touch. I almost fall over, trying to get the heels on, then walk out, and see Daisy wearing the black pair that I had been offered. I'm classy, so I took the sparkles instead.

Daisy raises a brow at me, but before she can say something, I raise a finger, saying, "Shut up, it's just a case. I'm never wearing this again."

She smiles, saying, "I was just going to say that Dean's gonna' freak when he sees you in that."

I snort, "I don't think he likes me like that, I mean, he's never said anything about it."

She rolls her eyes, replying, "Yeah well, you know how he is."

I laugh, then the boss comes in to tell us that it's our shift. He leaves with a gag-inducing look at us that made me want to punch him in the throat. Daisy sticks her tongue out, then follows me out into the main room.

The stench of alcohol and testosterone hits me as soon as I walk in, making me a little dizzy and feeling pukey. I scrunch my nose up, then Daisy elbows me, saying, "We have to act like we belong here, so stop with whatever's happening with your face."

I scoff.

There are tons of middle aged men, and younger dudes who're staring hungrily at the scantily dressed girls that are moving their bodies to the music. I turn to say something to Daisy, but see that she's already started on her job as bartender.

Lucky her...

I sigh, then get up on the stand, and slide myself down the pole. I'm improvising, to be completely honest; I hate strip clubs! But Sam and Dean need us to do this, so I'm doing it for them. No one else. I feel like I've lowered my standards.

I've caught the attention of a few men, and I swear I saw one of them has pointy needles for teeth.

We've got him.

I shoot Daisy a look, and she nods, whipping out her phone, and texting quickly.

One of the men, who I'm pretty sure is drooling over me, says in a voice thick with alcohol, "Hey pretty girl, why don't you come over here with that delicious body of yours?" I roll my eyes, then hear him say, "I'll pay extra." I glare at him.

Someone sits down next to him, and says, "How about you leave her alone, pal? Just let her do her job."

I slide down the pole subconsciously at the sound of Dean's voice. Dean glances at me, but the man and his buddies all stand up, looking angry. The man says, "I don't think you know who you're dealing with," the man shoves Dean back a little, "Pal."

Oh dear...

Dean replies with a cocky smirk, "No, I don't think you know who you're dealing with. Demons take one look at me, and run back to hell. Don't push me, or I'll slice your head off so fast, you won't even realize it until you enter the gates of hell itself."

One of the men snarls slightly, and I look over at Daisy to alert her, but she's already texting as if her life depends on it. The men turn to leave, but Dean grabs the guy, pulls out his knife, and slices the dude's head off, no else in the bar even flinching.

I grip the pole, scared that the leader would notice that the guy is dead, but he doesn't. They all walk out, and Dean says, sitting back down, "You're welcome." I snort, and he adds, "Nice jacket. It makes you look badass; like you might rip someone's head off if they don't pay you."

I laugh, and Dean gives me one of those smiles, showing off his perfect white teeth. I look over to see Sam at the bar, talking to Daisy, both of them looking very interested in what the other is saying. No one is in my section besides Dean now, because those guys were mainly the only ones over here.

"Anyway," Dean says, leaning back in the chair, grinning, "Show me what you've got, sweetheart. I did just save your ass, you know."

I grin, saying, "Well, I guess I could. Free of charge, one, because you did save my life, and two, because you don't have pizza."

He looks confused, mouthing, "Pizza?" I reply, sounding a little dazed, "I'm a slut for pizza."

Dean smirks, chuckling, "Ooh, noted. Now dance for me, princess."

I start to move myself to the music, using the pole for balance because of my heels. I slide my back down the pole, and open my legs right in front of him, and he grins. Then I stand up, stepping off the staged area, and lean over Dean, kicking my heels off.

Dean asks, in a lower voice, "Als, what're you doing?"

I grin, putting a finger to his lips, hushing him. I whisper in his ear, pressing myself against him, "Just let me do my job."

He whispers back, "We killed what we came after. You don't have to pretend to do this anymore."

I grin, purring, "Who says I want it to be over?"

He whispers, "You sure, sweetheart?"

I nod, and roll my hips into his lap slightly, and he groans, his head tilting back, and his eyes closing. I run my lips across his jaw, and he groans again, muttering something.

I whisper, "You like that, Dean?"

He grips my hips, saying, "Call me daddy, princess."

I giggle, then reach my hand into his jeans, and pump his cock slowly. He moans, and I slide my teeth over his neck. He's a groaning mess under me as I run my hands over his length, and kiss lots of different places.

I see Daisy glance at me, then pull my hand out of Dean's pants, and get him up out of the chair. Daisy nods in the direction of the employee hallway, and I grin at her, gently pulling Dean down the hallway.

He seems to be back to his normal self, because he pulls me into a room, closes the door, and slams me against the wall, grinding himself against me. I moan, feeling him getting hard against my stomach.

He growls, "So you're just gonna' tease me in there, and think I'm not going to fuck you?"