Plot: you were undercover hunter in a strip club and you signed up to be a stripper for the hunt and you met Sam along the way
Cherry Pie-The Warrant
Your POV
"Wait (y/n)! You need touch ups," the makeup lady said and she pushed me back to my chair and fixed my face with a few dabs of eyeshadow, powder and she looked at me with nasty look. "Let's change that lipstick," she frowned turning the chair back and wiping my lips off. She is kinda right, I'm not an innocent little girl anymore, I don't do light pinks, nudes and bright pinks. I go for velvets, purples, anything dark and, mature. "And you're done!" She clapped her hands and I looked myself satisfyingly in the mirror nodding my head. "It's pretty hot," I smiled. "I know right. Now go, before the men get all cranky," she pushed me off laughing as I laughed and ran to the curtains of the main stage. I took a deep breath and looked down at myself, in a busted cheerleader outfit. Ripped skirt, torn crop top, holed long sleeves, uneven sock height, but over all, it was pretty hot considering it was badass. My hair was up in a half ponytail and my face was caked with thin layers of makeup. But enough of me blabbering let's get on with the show. I saw the girl which was performing earlier get off the stage from another curtain and I waited for a few seconds before coming out. The club was filled, both men and women. Alchohol, alchohol everywhere. It made me thirsty for a shot. I struted down the isle and everyone who was watching wolf whistled. But this dude caught my attention. Sam Winchester, in the flesh. His dark green eyes, long brown hair, makes him look professionally unprofessional. I took my mind of the tall man and carried on with my dancing, always scanning the room for any possible sirens. I got it. A woman in black lingerie walked past the bar's mirror and her face was, sireny like. Boney, out of shape, fish like, horn tube at the head, just gross. I scoffed and carried on with my dancing making sure to track the girl who was flirting with a nerd.
When I was done someone slipped 10 bucks on the skirt and I looked up to see Sam. I jerked his head to the private rooms where lapdances and random sex was being held. I winked and walked off the stage with everyone clapping and my hips swaying seductively. Once I wasn't visible to them anymore, I grunted and took of my ponytail and let the hair fall down to my back. Then I walked fast to the back room and waited for Sam. But in a few minutes, there he was, with Dean Winchester. Troublesome boys. "Hey," I winked and ran my fingers over their ties. They gulped loudly and Dean shifted. "Hey uh we need to speak to you. Privately," Sam said sternly. "Oooh kinky," I winked again and lead them to a VIP room since they're looking like FBI's and I was playing along. "What do you need?" I crossed my legs together and sat on the stage infront on Sam and Dean who were sitting at the red couch. "Are you (y/n), (y/l/n)?" Dean said. "In the flesh," I smiled. "Do you know Bobby Singer?" He said as my heart panged with the memories of Bobby. "Yes, I do actually," I smiled and looked to the door and saw the same girl walk past our room. "Holy bajeez," I said taking out a copper dipped in lamb's blood and rushed outside to see no one there but a boy (your/boy/type). I was in a trance I could feel it. But I'm well fed and can control it so I stabbed it straight in the heart and it collapsed instantly down to the ground. Sam and Dean ran outside the room with their gun held up and I smirked at them. "I knew it. She's a hunter Sammy," Dean smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked past the brothers but before continuing my walk,I kissed the younger Winchester on the cheek and left a dark mark of my lips on his stubbled cheek. I slipped in my number on his pocket, teasing his boner and I laughed my hot breath against his neck. "Call me," I whispered and I kicked off my heels and ran out the backdoor.
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Here you go. Another update because I didn't want to leave you hanging on the last part.
