Victoria's Secret Fight Club
Author: lovepass77
Rating: M, language, sexual content and physical violence
Genre: Humor/Comedy, Supernatural
Summary: Dean has a secret fetish for checking out women's panties at Victoria's secret, but things go awry when he's kidnapped by a mysterious sexy creature who wants to make him her underground boxing champion for her secret supernatural fight club, Sam and Castiel must rescue him by going undercover as male underwear models.
Songs: I like to incorporated many song titles and lyrics into my stories because music is such a wonderful inspiration in general, but especially for Supernatural and these songs just make me want to write so if you have the chance go ahead and listen to them it will help you understand my stories better.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Lea, Linda, Victoria, Isabel, Julie
Aliases: Detective Alias, Agent Kissinger and Agent King Model Aliases, Stephen Beckford and Michael Kutcher
Pairings: Sam and Isabel, Dean and Linda, Castiel and Victoria
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights to Supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke aka T-Bear. The trademarks and copyrights for Supernatural belong to their owners. I just like to write stories about the show.
Author's note: I would like to dedicate this story to all the Supernatural fans with secrets, the cast of supernatural and to all the Victoria Secret Angels out there.
Chapter 1: I'm Too Sexy
Scene: Valley View Mall in East Reynoldsburg, Ohio
Sam and Dean are investigating a murder where the body was found inside the Neiman Marcus department store.
They are interrogating the store manager who found the body the following day and the cute store clerk girl who was the last to see the victim alive.
Dean: "Hello, I'm Agent King and this is my partner Agent Kissinger."
Sam nods
The Winchesters are both dressed in dark colored suits with ties. Dean is wearing a black trench coat over his suit and Sam is wearing a dark gray coat.
The boys show their badges so police let them by then they head over to talk to the store manager a fifty something balding little guy with an very expensive looking suit on and very effeminate mannerisms.
Store Manager: "Oh crap! The press is already outside; oh this is going to be a public relations nightmare."
A store clerk girl sobs off to the side over her fellow worker's shocking death.
Sam: "Sir, please tell us exactly where did you find the body?"
The coroners on the scene are already sealing the dead man up into a black bag only his arms hang out and there is blood all over the floor, the walls and dripping of the victim's arms.
Store Manager: "I found him over there hanging by one leg in the rafters. They had to cut him down it was just disgusting. I threw up twice this morning. It is going to take forever to clean all the blood of the walls I already called the painters it's such a mess. We are going to have to keep the store closed all day corporate is so not going to be happy about this! This is a disaster!"
Sam: "The victim a mister Thomas Beverly was he into any occult activities?"
Sam already notices the markings and symbols up on the walls drawn in human blood. He knows they are often associated with the occult activities of certain satanic worshipping groups or those that wish to summon pagan gods.
Store Manager: "Tommy, no way, he was lazy and a bit of a show off, but no way was he in a cult. He wouldn't have the discipline for any such nonsense. I could barely get him to show up to work on time."
The store manager notices one of the cleaners touching the merchandise and gets upset.
Store manager: "Hey don't touch that it's worth more than you."
Dean rolls his eyes and decides he rather go over and question the cute sobbing store clerk and let Sam deal with the hoady toady manager.
Dean looks at Sam.
Dean: "You got this one right? I'm going go talk to the girl."
Sam rolls his eyes knowing how typical it is for his brother to go flirt with some cute girl when they are in the middle of an investigation.
Sam: "Yeah alright."
Dean smirks bumps Sam on the shoulder a bit then walks off to go speak with her.
Sam sighs then refocuses his attention back on the store manager who is watching all the various cleaners and policemen in his store trying to deal with the mess.
Store Manager: "You can't trust these people ya know. They love to steal merchandise say it was evidence, evidence my ass that's store property and I have to do inventory soon."
Sam: "Uh huh. So did Tommy ever display any violent or aggressive behavior beforehand? What was his demeanor like when you last saw him?"
Store Manager: "His demeanor was all look at me I'm hot stuff. He was a little bit of a prick if you ask me. Of course mind you he was a fine juicy piece of something for sure, but a total blockhead if you know what I mean. He was trying to be a model and he loved to talk about himself; he was always flirting with the counter girls. I even caught him making out with one in the stock room. I would have fired his ass, but well he was nice to look at if ya know what I'm saying. In fact, if you don't mind me saying so are you Agent Kissinger you know you could be a model too."
The gay store manager looks Sam up and down like he's a lollipop and he's ready to lick him. He walks around all the way around Sam in a circle checking him out from every angle.
Sam tries his best to remain calm though he feels really uncomfortable since this guy is at least 50 years old and very annoying too him already. He doesn't want to lead the guy on in anyway.
Sam thinks to himself, why do people always assume my brother and I are gay, it's really weird do we give off some vibe that just says hey we love sausage! Well Dean does, I mean he even had sausage for breakfast with his pancakes this morning, but me I rather not clog up my arteries so early if we're going to die I rather it be by some monster or demon on a job not because of a heart attack from too much packaged meat. I guess its because we're together all the time, but I just could never even picture Dean like that I mean he's my brother for crying out loud and well sitting in a car with him for hours after he's eaten all that sausage I so wouldn't want him even if I were gay!
This Tommy guy must have been the pretty boy type if he was a model, but can't really tell now though since his body's so messed up. We definitely have to go to the coroner's office after this to examine the body more closely. Tommy may have been marked by the look of these symbols he must have been chosen for some kind of ritual, but I have to do some research to determine which cult these symbols belong to. Also, we need to find out why the tagger scribbled VS all over the place in blood. Who or what is VS?
Sam: "So you didn't notice Mr. Beverly acting strangely at all before this?"
Store Manager: "No, he was all focused on some upcoming photo shoot he thought it was going be his big break. Victoria Secret has been doing a nationwide male model search for their new men's line. Everyone's been talking about it here at the mall for weeks, especially Tommy since he passed the first walk-in. They wanted him back for a group photo shoot. I mean he had the goods, he was tall tanned had all the right stuff in all the right places, really nice material to work with, though he wasn't as tall as you are sugar. What are you like 6'4?"
Sam gets a weird look on his face.
Sam: "Uh yeah."
Store Manager: "Yeah I knew it, I'm really good at sizing people up. I love taking measurements too, the taller the better I always say and you must have a really nice inseam."
Sam has never been measured for his clothes before since they never have the money for such fine apparel in fact this is Sam's first time ever stepping foot in a Neiman Marcus. They always just buy whatever they can on the cheap at thrift stores since most of their stuff gets ripped or too bloody to wash anyway. Even the suits they are wearing came from a thrift store back in Alabama.
The life of a hunter sure isn't a glamorous one, Sam thinks to himself. Sometimes though we have to borrow our disguises from costume shops in the towns we are staying in, but really I hate to say it, it's more like breaking in and stealing them. At least I insist on washing them then mailing the outfits back to the store once we leave town with an apology note even though Dean always makes fun of me for doing it. Hey just cause we have to take what we need to hunt doesn't mean we can just keep whatever we want all the time besides I think it helps keep the police off our backs since they prefer looking for more hardened criminals not the type that steal clothes then return them and we never hit the same store twice.
Sam: "Uh, well I don't really know. I've never been measured before."
Sam shrugs slightly
The store manager immediately pulls out his measuring tape that he always carries in his back pocket.
He bends down to measure Sam without even asking first.
Sam backs away immediately feeling totally uncomfortable with this man kneeling down so close to his crotch area. Dean looks over and sees the guy bending down in front of Sam holding up the tape. Dean bites back a laugh as his brother stares at him with a help me now look.
Dean turns his attention back to the store clerk girl deciding to let Sam fend for himself.
She is pretty young only about nineteen, but Dean admits to himself he prefers the young ones. He thinks to himself, cougars are more Sam's type they must have a thing for shaggy haired geeks I guess. I've been with a few older women myself, but I'm not interested in being anyone's kept boy. Besides I'm not really a boy anymore and the younger ones seem to appreciate that.
Dean: "So tell me again sweetheart what was Tommy saying to you last night?"
The store clerk girl: "It was right after closing; he was helping me to my car. Tommy was such a flirt everyone who works here knows that, but well he was sweet too underneath though most. didn't take the time to see it. He always helped me when I needed to carry big boxes of material or sample books home. He was telling me that he'd been asked to a special party to go to last night with all the top executives at Victoria Secret. Their headquarters is located not too far from here. He just was sure he would land the cover of the new men's catalogue if he went and met with them. He was so excited about it. But, I have no idea why anyone would do something like this to him. It's just so awful!"
Store clerk girl starts to cry again.
Dean thinks to himself, we better check this Victoria Secret place out then, I do enjoy that store. It always smells so good and damn those models are fine, even the ladies who work in there are sexy. I can see why Tommy would want to go to a party with them. I don't know maybe a demon saw him coming out of there or something. Sam will do a bunch of boring research and figure it out, meanwhile I'll go check out the store and see if anyone who works there remembers Tommy if so great I'll have intel to bring back to Sam, if not I'm sure I can get a few phone numbers at least.
Dean smiles
Dean: "Thanks for answering my questions, can I get your number in case we need to question you further."
Store clerk girl finally smiles a bit.
Store clerk girl: "Sure, I hope you catch whoever did this."
Dean: "Oh we will sugar, we will."
Dean smirks at her with a sexy glint in his eye.
Store clerk girl blushes at bit then go over to grab a pen to write her number down for him.
Sam manages to escape the store manager's groping and is waiting for Dean outside the mall by the Impala.
Sam watches as Dean walks over.
Sam: "So what did you find out?"
Dean: "That she smells like peaches and cream. I thought her eyes were green, but up close I realized they are hazel and she has really soft hands too."
Sam frowns getting annoyed already.
Sam: "Dude!"
Dean laughs
Dean: "Okay in all serious, I found out Tommy went to a Victoria Secret party the night he died, apparently he was going there to meet with some executives there. I'm thinking its worth checking out."
Sam: "Well we need to go examine the body at the coroner's first."
Dean: "Hey instead why don't you examine the body and I'll go see what I can find out about Tommy at Victoria Secret here then meet you back at the motel later on to compare notes."
Sam rolls his eyes.
Sam: "First you leave me with that creepy manager now you want me to go check out a dead body while you flirt with VS girls."
Dean smirks
Dean: "Well I'm better at flirting than you are."
Sam is about to argue with him more, but pauses when he realizes what he just said
Sam: "V.S."
Dean: "Yeah, so?"
Sam: "Look at all the scribbling on the walls, they have the initials V.S. I think you should check that place out Dean; it must have something to do with this case. It may just be a coincidence, but its best to find out for sure."
Dean nods and they both leave the store.
Sam gets in the car and drives off to the coroner's too check out the body.
Dean goes back inside the mall and heads for Victoria Secret shop.
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Scene: Inside the Impala
Sam relishes having this unusual alone time in the Impala, he grabs the IPod jack he keeps hidden from Dean under the passenger's seat then plugs it in and turns on his white IPod .
After Tonight by Justin Norizuka plays on Sam's IPod
There's something in your eyes I know that after tonight Tell me how you feel Cause I know that after tonight Now come away with me I know that after tonight
Is everything all right?
You look up to the sky
You long for something more, Darlin'
Give me your right hand
I think I understand, follow me
And you will never have to wish again
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
And I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
And I know if the love is alright
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
No no no no no no no no no
And if I'm getting near
I'll tell you where to steer
You tell me where to steer, D-D-D-Darlin'
Way above the clouds
And high above the stars
Through the unknown black holes
No one knows where we are
But we'll return to earth
And do it all over again
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
And I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
And I know if the love is alright
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
Come fly away with me
Just for one night
No one will ever know
No no no, Darlin'
I will leave you satisfied
Forever past time
You don't have to hide
Your free to fly
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
And I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
And I know if the love is alright
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
Said I know that after tonight
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
And I know by the end of tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars
And I know if the love is alright
You don't have to look up
At the stars no no no no
I know by the end of tonight
You'll be looking down upon them
From heaven yeah yeah
Oh no no, oh na na na na na na
Yeah yeah ooh na na na-oh
Sam smiles to himself knowing his brother would likely have a cow and a few dozen refrains of you son of a bitch over him listening to this song, but Sam doesn't' care. Sam thinks to himself, hey at least I'm not a closet Justin Timberlake fan like him, he always makes fun of the music I listen to, but sometimes I need something soothing to listen to with all that loud rock music I'm surprised both of us aren't totally deaf by now after all these years. Sam makes his way leisurely down a back road and hums along with the subtlety seductive tune.
He surprised even himself at how fond he's grown of the Impala ever since Dean was doing the hellfire rumba. Sam felt the car more than anything else reminded him of his brother and kept him alive in his heart at least though the pain of losing Dean was excruciating leaving scars that Sam still isn't sure will ever heal or ever be understood by his brother who continues to remind him that its best to keep feelings like that buried deep inside rather than emote over them.
Sam thinks to himself, I am not the only one around here that needs therapy, too bad we can't afford it and our recent trip to the loony bin didn't help much just made things worse really.
Sam sighs to himself remembering the poor doctor he attacked and that sick twisted evil wraith that made both of them go crazy
Sam feels a small brush of air tingle the back of his head and ruffle his hair only slightly so Sam glances up to look into the rearview mirror, but nothing is back there he looks forward again and there is Castiel sitting beside him in the passenger's seat with his usual unemotional stare.
Sam gasps a bit surprised because he still hasn't gotten use to Castiel just popping in unannounced, something he usually did only when Dean was around so Sam finds his sudden appearance now even more unusual.
Sam: "Cas? Uh what are you doing here?"
Castiel: "Where's Dean?"
Sam surprised that Castiel doesn't have a 24 hour surveillance watch tag on Dean by now blinks his eyes a bit before finally answering the angel's question.
Sam: "He's at Victoria Secret. Why is something wrong?"
Castiel looks confused
Castiel: "What secret? Does it have to do with the end of the world?'
Sam looks at Castiel though maintaining both hands on the wheel so nothing happens to Dean's precious car.
Sam knows Dean would kill him if anything ever happen to her while the Impala was in Sam's possession and though Sam wasn't the one who did it. Dean still yells about Gary crashing the car into a dumpster when he took over Sam's body. Dean decided to blame Sam for it anyway because Sam has already grown accustom to Dean taking out his frustrations on him, and Sam still feels it's the least he could do for his brother after everything he put him through last year, and for not saving him from going to hell for over forty years. Even though It has grown quite tiresome for him to listen to Dean's tirades.
Sam blinks his eyes confused by Castiel's question.
Sam: "What? Uh there is no secret."
Castiel: "But, you just said Dean went to see about a woman named Victoria about a secret."
Sam shakes his head.
Sam: "No it's a store."
Castiel: "The secret's in a store?"
Sam: "No, I mean well we don't know that's what Dean's trying to find out. A worker was murdered there and it looks to be supernatural death, so I'm off the coroner's office now to check out the body. If you want you can catch up with Dean over at the mall I'm sure Dean will be there flirting for a long while."
Castiel: "Actually, I wanted to talk to you Sam. Pull over."
Sam looks surprised by Castiel's stern tone. He becomes alarmed and decides to pull over to the side of the road to find out just what this angel's problem is now.
Castiel teleports out of the car once Sam stops and Sam gets out peering over the car at Castiel who's standing on the other side of it staring out into the woods by the road.
Sam: "What is it Castiel, what's wrong now?"
Castiel: "Sam it is high time we talked face to face."
Sam stares at the back of Castiel's vessel's head still confused.
Sam: "Okay, talk about what?"
Castiel turns to look Sam in the eyes.
Castiel: "You and I. What I did to you and why I did it."
Sam frowns still confused
Sam: "Cas, I don't understand what you're talking about dude."
Sam places his long hangs on the hood of the car and folds them together feeling slightly nervous already.
Castiel: "You are special Sam. You've been chosen to be Lucifer's vessel but you've resisted him. That isn't easy to do resist the devil. I am proud of you Sam."
Sam stares he swears he could of bet money on never hearing Castiel say he was proud of him for anything.
Castiel: "I am the one who opened the door Sam. I let you out of the panic room so you could help Ruby with her plot. I did it because of Zachariah. He told me it was necessary that it was all part of God's plans. I was wrong to believe him. He lied to me Sam and I've been afraid to tell you ever since. I didn't want you to run off again if I told you so I've kept this secret. I didn't expect to grow so fond of you that I don't want you to hate me. But, now that things are getting worse I just don't want there to be anymore secrets between us Sam. I am sorry will you forgive me?"
Castiel stares at Sam, and for one fleeting minute Sam feels the anger he's felt for so long risen up ready to boil over at the angel, but then he looks up at Castiel's face and for the first time sees more than just a blank glare with no emotion, Sam finally sees Castiel's remorse and most importantly the sincerity behind his expression.
Sam suddenly feels a sense of relief wash over him.
He never thought he and the angel would really be actual friends. He assumed soon after they me the angel only put up with him for Dean's sake which made Sam feel like even more of a burden than usual, but he's always appreciated the fact that Castiel has been much less of a dick to him than the other angels he's met.
Sam had wanted to thank Castiel so much for saving his brother's life the day they met, but that first meeting became so awkward Sam decided against it. Sam realizes he'd given Castiel ever reason to be worried about him going dark side in the past, and that unfortunately just like Sam was duped by Ruby-skank Castiel was deceived by his fellow brother Zachariah. Now looking over the car at the angel Sam feels he understands the angel more for the first time in a long time so he feels pity for him instead of anger.
Sam sighs
Sam: "Castiel, it's okay, well it's not okay, but it's not your fault. You didn't force me to do what I did. That's on me. I went to Ruby, I am the one who killed Lilith and set Lucifer free, not you. You don't owe me anything else, I accept your apology and I'm sorry for what I did I will always be sorry for that. But, do me a favor. Don't tell Dean about this."
Castiel looks into Sam's eyes glad to see Sam isn't yelling or trying to punch him like he'd feared he would do. He begins to like Sam a little bit more in this moment.
Sam: "My brother likes you he'll never admit it, but he does and he hates most supernatural creatures so that makes you pretty special too I guess. But, nevertheless he's just not as well forgiving as I am so its best we just keep this between us it will only hurt him to know the truth. He's been hurt enough as it is. So there's no need for him to know."
Castiel nods again at Sam.
Castiel: "I agree that is probably best. You really know Dean; I still can't figure him out sometimes. Sam, you and your brother are so close I've know many of my fellow brothers for centuries and we don't have the same bond you two do. Why do you think that is Sam?"
Sam shrugs and sighs
Sam: "I don't know, I never really thought about that before. It's probably just how we were raised we've always been this way. He makes me crazy a lot of the time. He probably wants to kill me most of the time, but we're family so it just works itself out. Living this life with Dean is hard, but I know what it's like to live life without him, it's much worse and he's made it clear he doesn't like living without me so well we just try to make it work the best we can."
Sam shrugs again as he looks at Castiel not sure what else to say on the matter.
Castiel stares at Sam for a moment wondering how this young man that's been through so much, seen so much and done so much could still be so considerate.
Castiel thinks to himself, I may be losing faith in God, but I think I'm finally starting to understand these humans. Sam is someone I can count on, he's not off hiding somewhere while the world falls apart. He made a mistake because I failed him; we all failed him well I won't let it happen again. It's not really fair that he and Dean have to take all of this onto their shoulders, but they are strongest people I've ever met and with my help maybe I don't maybe we can do what God wont or at least we can try anyway.
Castiel: "So Sam, do you need my help with this Victorian secret murder?"
Sam half smiles at Castiel's description of their new case.
Sam: "I've got the corner's covered, but maybe you can go check in on Dean make sure he's getting some real entail and not just trying to pick up some tail if you know what I mean."
Castiel stares at Sam like he doesn't know what that means, because all though he's starting to understand who Sam and Dean are he still hasn't gotten their euphemisms down just yet.
Sam sighs and puts his head down a bit.
Sam: "Uh what I mean is yes we could use some help, so can you go to the mall and see what Dean has found out about the case please?"
Sam politely smiles.
Castiel nods at Sam and for a small moment Sam almost thinks he sees the angel wanting to smile back at him, but Castiel disappears quickly so Sam gets back into the car and continues his trip to the Coroner's office.
Scene: Coroner's office
Sam walks quickly behind a beautiful woman in a lab coat taken him to see Thomas Beverly's body. Sam can smell her perfume and its heavenly scent that makes him want to stand as close as appropriately possible.
The young lab technician looks back at him as she opens the door and smiles slightly.
Lea: "So Agent Kissinger there really is something you should know about the body after the initial examination it appears Thomas Beverly's blood was completely drained from his body. Which isn't that uncommon if his attacker is involved in the occult?"
Sam looks at her then smirks
Sam: "Have you study occult practices Mrs. Berry?"
Lea: "Oh that's just Miss, and yes in college I took a couple of courses that discuss the psychology behind different religions and cult practices. In my humble opinion this guy Thomas was definitely part of a ritual of some kind, perhaps even of his own choosing. A lot of times the so called 'victims' are really especially chosen and want to be a part of the sacrifice to show their commitment. But, then again he may not have known he'd be sacrificing his life."
Sam: "That's a very good opinion to have Miss Berry we definitely will be looking into any occult groups that may be in the area. But, May I ask was there any sulfur found near or on the body perhaps."
Lea stares confused.
Lea: "Yes, how did you know?"
Sam interrupts her with a cough.
Sam: "Oh I've been doing this for quite some time its common in cases like these."
Lea: "You look pretty young to have been doing this a long time if I may say so."
Sam smiles.
Sam: "Yeah people say that to me often. My dad was also an agent to so you could say it runs in the family. I was raised to do this."
Lea: "Then you must have a lot of good stories to tell Agent Kissinger."
Sam: "Enough to fill a journal or two at least, but I don't really like to talk about it, confidentially and all you understand."
Lea: "Oh yes of course."
Lea: "So well I'll leave you to it then."
Lea prepares to leave Sam in the room to examine the body alone, but then she pauses turns back and looks at him once again.
Lea: "Oh could you hand me my bag over there on the stool please."
Sam looks over and sees a large black satchel bag he grabs it too hand to her, but when he turns around she's so close to him he bumps into her and drops it. He leans down to pick it up and the contents that have fallen out and picks up a sexy lacy black bra with the tag still on it. Sam immediately becomes embarrassed for touching her underwear.
Lea smiles not the least embarrassed by it but she finds his blushing amusing and adorable.
Lea: "Is something wrong Agent Kissinger?"
Sam: "Uh no I'm sorry, uh here you go."
Lea takes the bag and the bra from Sam, but can't help laughing when she sees that the matching pair of lace black panties is hooked onto the side of Sam's jacket pocket.
Lea: "Do you like them? They are brand new just got them at the mall during my lunch break."
Sam: "I uh. Yeah I mean they are nice."
Lea grabs the panties hooked on Sam's pocket and Sam tries hard not to get erection standing so close to such a pretty young woman holding sexy lingerie, but her scent is very alluring.
Lea: "Thanks. I have at least four pairs like this at home."
Lea takes out a pen from her lab coat writes her phone number on the tag of the panties and holds them out to Sam.
Lea: "So you can have this pair to remember me by."
Sam stares he doesn't know what to do, he's never had a girl just hand over her underwear like this before and he is both turned on and shocked at the same time. He suspects this must have happen to Dean before and he would know exactly the right funny flirty thing to say at a time like this, but all Sam can think to say as lays the lace material in his open hand is.
Sam: "Thanks I don't have any pairs like this at home."
Lea bursts out laughing
Sam blinks his eyes and blushes totally embarrassed he just said that.
Sam thinks to himself, great now she probably thinks I'm gay.
Sam: "Sorry, what I meant to say was thanks, if I need any more information I'll give you a call."
Sam tries to smile a bit though he still feels stupid and awkward.
Lea smiles and looks up at him
Lea: "You do that and I'll make sure you get all the information you need."
Lea gives him one last sexy eye fuck then walks out of the examining room and closes the door.
Sam lets out a huge breath of air still in awe over her.
Sam glances down at the panties in his hand and smiles one last time before stuffing them in his jacket pocket for later.
He proceeds to the process of thoroughly examining Thomas's body though he finds it hard to concentrate now that he keeps think of Lea's scent and how he can call her without sounding like a total dork on the phone.
************
Scene: Victoria's Secret store inside the mall
Dean watches as three beautiful Victoria Secret angels get their picture taking inside the store.
Dean has a huge smile on his face and can't stop staring at them
Castiel: "Dean!"
Dean: "Yeah."
Castiel stares at Dean who is still watching the photo shoot not even paying attention to Castiel's presence
Castiel: "Are you alright?"
Dean: "Dude, I know there must be a God, he created them. Why could all you real angels look like Victoria Secret models?"
Castiel rolls his eyes.
Castiel: "Dean, I came here to help with the hunt. Have you spoken to anyone about the murder?"
Dean: "Oh yeah, the store manager, uh Linda, she's off looking up the address right now to the party that Beverly dude went to right before. She's a real hottie to man."
Dean licks his lips as he watches the models strike sexy poses. He pulls out a piece of paper from his jacket and holds it out for Castiel to take.
Castiel takes it and reads it
Castiel: "Is this number of importance?"
Dean: "Hell yeah, its Linda's number."
Castiel: "And. So?"
Dean: "She's going to another party at the same place tonight their launching some new Miracle Bra or whatever I don't know all I know is there are ALL going to be there."
Dean looks back at the sexy models again
Castiel: "So you are going to this party to investigate the murder of this man Thomas Beverly."
Dean nods
Castiel: "Do I have to go? I don't enjoy participating in the debauchery of humans at their social gatherings."
Dean: "Don't worry about it Castiel, you and Sammy can stay home and play geek boy chess or something. I can handle this one on my own."
Castiel: "Very well. I'll let Sam know."
Castiel turns to leave then turns his head to look at the models once more
Castiel thinks to himself, there is something not right about those girls calling themselves angels, their hypocrites. They are not real angels, I'm not even sure their totally human there is definitely something going on here.
Castiel disappears
Dean walks inside of the store to get a better look.
Linda Stevens comes walking out with a printout of the location and directions to the VS party.
Dean smiles at her.
Linda blushes.
Linda: "Agent King"
Dean: "Oh you can just call me Dean."
Linda smiles
Linda: "Okay, well Dean here's the directions, now there's a fork in the road right before you turn onto the backside of the property, you want make sure to make a left turn."
Dean takes the directions from Linda
Dean: "Oh I am good and finding my way around sweetheart."
Dean winks at her
Linda: "I bet you are."
Linda gives Dean a sexy glare then looks over at the models who are taking a break from their photo shoot already on their cell phones bitching to their personal assistants to bring them stuff.
Linda: "It must be nice."
Dean: "What?"
Linda: "Being a supermodel, having the whole world worship you and having them think you're sexy."
Dean: "But, you are sexy."
Linda looks at Dean and blushes again.
Linda: "You think so?"
Dean: "Yeah, sexy enough to be up there with them. I mean why not?"
Linda looks down at the floor a bit nervous, but happy
Linda looks back up at Dean and smiles
Linda: "This may seem a bit forward of me, but would you like to be my escort for tonight. At the party I mean."
Dean: "Sure, I'll be your escort. And you won't even have to pay me. It'll be my pleasure."
Linda laughs.
Linda: "Great, so then how about say we meet there at nine?"
Dean: "Yeah, okay little lady."
Linda wants to giggle at his adorable southern accent and the way he calls her little lady, but she restrains herself.
Linda: "Also, don't forget this is a costume party."
Dean fakes a smile, he's used to wearing ridiculous costumes so it's not really that big a deal to him. In fact, it reminds him that even his FBI suit is really just one of his many costumes.
Dean: "So what's your costume going to be tonight?"
Linda smiles then gets closer to whisper in his ear.
Linda: "Tell me your fantasy and I'll wear it."
Dean immediately gets turned on, he's always loves it in Pornos when the ladies dressed up as sexy nurses, or maids or bar wrenches so he's super excited that Linda is willing to make his fantasy come true tonight.
Dean looks at her body for a moment then back up into her eyes.
Dean: "Surprise me."
Linda smiles and slightly nods already thinking of the perfect costume.
Dean licks his lips again he knows that whichever sexy costume she chooses he'll only be thinking of ripping it off of her beautiful body.
Linda: "Alright. See you later Agent Dean King."
Dean smiles as she walks back to her office to get back to work.
Dean takes one last look at the models who are back to shooting in new bras and panties as the photographer yells at them directions for their poses.
Dean thinks to himself, that's it I'll rent some old camera and go to the party as a photographer that way I won't have to look silly and I can get loads of pictures of all the sexy models there they'll think I work for the company. Plus, if I rig it up right I can use it as an EMF reader.
Dean laughs to himself and feels like dancing inside excited about tonight. He finally leaves the store to go find a place to get camera equipment to take to the party.