Pairings: Sam/Dean, Alastair/Dean, Dean/Castiel, Ruby/Sam.
Summary: AU SLASH Sam/Dean, Alastair/Dean: Dean is a troubled young man who works as a dancer/waitor for the hottest club "The Inferno". Every night he wishes for someone to whisk him away from his cruel life. His wish is granted when he meets Sam Logan. Life seems to take a turn for the better, but Dean can't shake the feeling that something is wrong with Sam...
This...is my first Supernatural fanfic! I'm pretty excited because I'm so in love with the show. Just to let everyone know this is an AU. (I really like to write those for some odd reason.) The first chapter will be a test run to see if anyone likes it. This is unbeta'd so if it seems spastic please forgive me. The Winchester boys are not related. Sam's last name will be Logan while Dean's will still be Winchester. John and Dean will be related and all that jazz. Also, this is a Sam/Dean fanfic. NOT a Dean/Sam fanfic. I have a deep love for a bottom Dean (it's delicious to see Dean being dominated). Also, every chapter is going to be named after a song that I like and relates to the chapter.
WARNING: There will be mentions of prostitution, drugs, and lots of buttsex. Oh and there is going to be mentions of religion. So there you go.
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Chapter 1: Out Tonight
A sigh escaped Dean Winchester's lips as he sat in his dressing room getting ready for a show. The young man of twenty five slowly rolled his shoulders and his neck to get the kinks out and to relax. He had spent most of his free time mostly watching the other dancers of the club dance and preparing himself for his big number at the end of the night. To say the least, he was restless and he was ready to get the show done and over with. Dean hated to wait for his turn to go onstage and what he hated the most was the damn customers that hooted and hollered at him like he was a piece of meat.
Technically, that's all he was to them. A pretty piece of meat that was expected to flaunt, flirt and tease with desperate men who were seeking his attention. After all, it was his job as a dancer to provide entertainment for such desperate souls. But hey, who was he kidding? He was the male star of the show and the main reasons why most men came to "The Inferno" was to see Dean strut his stuff on stage and hopefully get a lap dance from him. The dancers of the club were mixed of male and female. Most of the time the females would dominate the time slots of performances, but when it was time for the male portions, the men gave a hell of a show.
"The Inferno" was the hottest night club in the whole city. It was known to have the most professional and sexiest dancers throughout. Those who entered the club were treated like a Hollywood starlet and were pampered to their hearts desire. A costumer could pay for private sessions with a dancer and were shown the time of their life. Dean had seen many men come in and request the same girl/boy every night and would see them lose their weekly paycheck every night as well. It was sad sight to witness, but he supposed if he was in that dancers position, he wouldn't complain.
Dean never experienced what it was like to be bought for a night. The owner of "The Inferno" wouldn't allow it for some odd reason. He supposed that the owner didn't want Dean to feel sore from the "nightly activities" and his performances would be deterred. It wasn't like he was complaining, he was actually quite glad because he was happy with the money that he was recieving for his performances every night. Dean made more money since he was the male star of the club. The female star was onstage right now doing her number as Dean was trying to relax himself.
He looked himself in the mirror and sighed as he flopped his hands to his sides. Dean was an exceptionally handsome man. The young blond was granted with his mother's beauty and grace while he was granted with his father's boyish looks and dominating aura. Everywhere Dean went, he commanded respect just like his dad. However, he was secretly sensitive like his who were close to the Winchesters would say that Dean was the perfect blend of his parents. Dean often wondered how his mother and father would react to what he was doing for a living if he ever told them.
Slowly, Dean reached over the table and grabbed some powder and started to cover his face with the substance to hide any blemishes. He tried very hard not to apply way to much around his freckles because from what he had heard from the manager of the dancers, his freckles are what the customers liked the most about Dean. From what the manager had heard and said to Dean, the customers loved to see his freckles and would love to map out his freckles in the dirtiest way possible. Dean would laugh his heart out because he would never let a customer do that to him.
After minutes of checking himself over in the mirror, a knock came to his door and Dean roughly answered, "Yes?"
A man in his late fifties came in and smiled at Dean. The older man wore a simple plaid red shirt with a gray vest and worn jeans and a trucker hat. He looked more like a trucker than an actual employee of "The Inferno", "Dean, it's your turn now. So hi-tail it up to the stage. The customers are practically drooling all over themselves waiting for you."
Amusement flashed in Dean's green eyes, "Oh really? The poor widdle babies. Have you been warding off the 'Big Bad Wolves' for me Bobby? Thanks but you really don't have to do that for me. I can take care of myself." Bobby leaned against the doorway and smiled softly. Dean rose from his seat and walked towards his manager and grinned as Bobby's eyes widened, "Geez Bobby, stare at me any longer and you might just burn my clothes off."
"Well damn boy, with that outfit you're wearing, you might as well not wear clothes!" Bobby exclaimed as Dean strike a sleazy pose. "Dean, I seriously think you should consider to wear something else..."
"I'm fine, Bobby." Dean softly pats Bobby on his shoulder and grins, "The girls chose this for me, and I always trust my gals." The blond places his hands on his hips and smiles as Bobby averts his eyes, "Old man, gimme some positive feedback. You think I can make someone cum themselves just looking at me?"
Bobby coughed roughly and stared at Dean with a bewildered look on his face. He felt extremely uncomfortable when Dean asked him about his outfits. It wasn't that Bobby was harboring any hidden lust for the kid, it was just that he had watched Dean grow up and it hurt him somewhat to see Dean working in a place like "The Inferno". When Dean had moved to the city, Bobby had promised his father John to always protect Dean as much as possible. Even though he knew that Dean could take care of himself, he didn't want to leave Dean out there to be eaten by what Dean called "The Big Bad Wolves".
Sighing softly, Bobby started to slowly analyze Dean's outfit. The whole ensemble consisted of a black leather collar with a golden fish name tag with "Dean" engraved into it. His young ward wasn't wearing a shirt so that the audience could get the full experience of Dean's lithe abs and muscles. The young man was wearing matching leather pants that left none to the imagination. On top of Dean's head was sandy blond cat ears with dark brown tips that matched Dean's hair color perfectly. His arms were covered with elbow high arm gloves that was black. To top off the outfit, the pants had a matching blond cat tail coming out above Dean's butt.
Tonight Dean was supposed to be performing some kind of special dance where Dean was supposed to be a naughty kitty. The owner of the club had suggested the song and requested Dean to do the dance even though the song was more for a girl. But whatever the boss wanted, the boss got.
"I....I guess Dean...I mean, I don't think you should be asking me about it you know?" Dean sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Of course, great, thanks a lot Bobby." Dean turned and then an evil idea came into his mind. His grin intensified and he seductively looked over his shoulder at Bobby, "Maybe I should just go out there naked. I think the customers would just LOVE to see this fine ass out of clothes---"
Bobby glared heatedly at Dean, "Dean Winchester, so help me God if you go out there naked--"
Dean patted Bobby's chest and grinned, "Chill out old man, there's no way I'm doing that unless I'm getting paid. Now then, take me to my people Bobby. I can hear them crying for me!" Bobby shook his head and led Dean out of his dressing room into the hallway.
The hallway was flooded with girls just coming from the stage or going on stage. The two men were greeted enthusiastically by the women that were coming off stage. Mostly all of them were covered in sweat from the heavy work outs on the stage. Dean cat called at them all as his lady friends passed him. They blushed and waved and wished him good luck on his number as Bobby and Dean had finally reached the entrance to the backstage.
Backstage was littered with decorations of the previous night's performances. Last night's theme was "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". Everyone was required to wear something related to the movie. Most of the dancers were dressed like the extras of the movie except with less clothing. The main dancers were dressed in skimpy outfits of their favorite character of the movie. Dean had dressed up as Rocky for the event and gave one hell of a show last night with one of his co-workers who was dressed as Dr. Frank N Furter. Last night was filled with laughs and full of kareoke from both the staff and audience.
The duo made their way to stage right and slid close enough to the side so that they could see what was happening on stage. A black, thick curtain covered the backstage and covered Dean and Bobby from being noticed by the audience. Dean whistled softly to himself as he watched a woman with raven hair dance provocatively to the audience while lip synching to the song playing overhead. Bobby was amazed by the girl as well as she worked the pole like a true professional.
On stage, the girl practically curled herself around the pole and slowly drop low to the ground. The crowd went wild as she did a split and started to bounce. Dean and Bobby looked at each other and laughed as the girl finished her routine. The crowd went wild and men threw money at her feet. Once she got up, she started to collect the money and stuff the bills into her arms. Winking and curtsying to the audience, she walked off stage towards Dean and Bobby as the crowd continued to cheer for her.
A sly smirk formed on the woman's blood red lipstick lips as she approached Dean and Bobby, "Good luck trying to out do me Dean." Bobby watched as Dean grinned at her playfully. Bobby knew better, however, because Dean hated this girl with a passion.
"I won't have any trouble at all, Ruby." Dean smiled as Ruby glared at him, "You were just the pre-show."
Now Ruby wasn't a bad looking woman. Of all the female dancers in "The Inferno", Ruby was the sexiest and the most trained dancer of the group. She had a dangerous, smoldering look to her and her wardrobe did nothing but emphasize her looks. Ruby wore a lot of red with all of her costumes and tonight's costume was no different. Her costume tonight was a dominatrix. The whole outfit was dark red and shined in the light. Long, silky legs were covered in fish nets stockings that covered all the way to her thighs.
Her whole aura turned foul as her dark eyes glared into Dean's bright green eyes, "Well, we'll see now won't we?" She softly hissed as she walked passed Dean. She nodded towards Bobby and went back into the dressing room area. Quiet laughter was exchanged between the two men as the last intermission dance was going under way. The two watched as both boys and girls flooded the audience, asking customers for dances or serving drinks. Dean watched as some customers went wild as they recieved the time of their lives. Most of them were already drunk and losing money like crazy, and now was the time for Dean to collect the remaining money from the big spenders.
"So...who're my victims for the night, Bobby?" Dean softly said to Bobby as they scanned the audience of potential high spenders. Bobby scanned the crowd with him and noticed a man with gelled hair and a nice black business suit. He looked to clean cut to be in a place like "The Inferno".
"That one looks like if you gave him a show, he'll be hooked forever." Bobby stated as he pointed to the rich looking man towards the front. Dean grinned as he watched plenty of men and women dancers come up to the man and try to ask him if he wanted a dance. The man seemed to decline and drink from a glass of scotch. A devious grin spread across Dean's face as he watched the aloof man continue to stare intently at the stage.
"Seems like he's waiting for me." The younger man stated. He continued to look for more victims for the man and stopped on one particular guy in the audience. Ruby had entered the audience and started to flirt with everyone, but had given special attention to one man towards the middle of the club.
From what Dean could see from the shadows of the backstage, the young man had medium brown hair and bangs. His face was rather pleasant to look at (which was really surprising for Dean because most of his customers were really butt-ass-ugly.) and had a southern flare to him. This young man Dean was observing looked too country and to wholesome to be in the general area of this place. He was dressed in a simple dark green hoodie with some college logo written in yellow printed on it and a pair of bagy jeans covered his legs.
Something about the man that Dean was staring at was alluring...Almost sickeningly charming...The young dancer was drawn to this unsuspecting customer and he was going to investigate him further once he went on stage. Dean couldn't tell if he could truly get through with this one because Ruby seemed to be getting through to the guy. She was flirting with him with the maximum of her ability and the young man was flirting back. Whatever it had to take, Dean was going to out do Ruby tonight and show her who the real star of the show was.
"Dean....Dean...DEAN!" The young male turned to his old care taker and frowned, "Dean...now don't go playing with the poorer folks of the audience. Stay with the program and work with the richer ones. You want to be able to pay the rent, don't you?"
"Yeah..." Dean softly said as the intermission was slowly coming to a close. The techies were working vigorously for putting the set up and taking down the one that was used before with Ruby's number. Dean grinned as Bobby was getting the ok from the head stage technician for Dean to start.
"Now remember...." Bobby turned the blond around so that Dean was facing him completely, "Go out there with a smile, make eye contact with the audience, and the most important thing of all...."
"Give 'em hell. I know the drill Bobby, I've done this plenty of times." Dean grinned as he watched Bobby leave him in peace. Minutes became seconds and Dean seemed to lose more of his nervousness as the announcer was starting to dim the lights. His two back up dancers smiled and waved at him from the other side of the stage and he gave them a flashy smile which made them swoon.
Suddenly a low yet seductive voice rang through the club. Dean grinned as the announcer started to start the music.
"Now for the last number for the evening gentlemen. Introducing our very own feisty kitten of "The Inferno", Dean Winchester!!!"
Loud, rough and manly yells permeated throughout the club as the curtain of the stage unraveled to reveal a city background. The drums started to play as well as the guitar as Dean strolled onto the stage after the girls had entered. The spotlight immediately hit him and as the music continued to play, the crowd started to get rowdier and rowdier. Dean grinned as he winked at a poor sucker who was practically drooling in his seat at him.
As the lady on the record started to sing, Dean started to lip synch with her, "What's the time? Well it's gotta be close to midnight...My body's talking to me it says, 'Time for danger'" Dean started to stroll down towards a lamp post, never taking his eyes off of the audience. Every persons eye were on him as he owned the stage, "It says 'I wanna commit a crime', Wanna be the cause of a fight..." He grinned as he reached the "lamp post" and turned his back on it once he was leaning against it. Reaching behind him, he steadied himself effortlessly to dip up and down the metal pole slowly and seductively, "I wanna put on a tight skirt, and flirt with a stranger!"
From what he could tell from the stage, he could tell that the audience was so far loving his routine. He watched as the rich man he was watching with Bobby earlier was started to become interested. The rich man's eyes were glowing with desire now even though his body wasn't exactly showing. He didn't really care what the rich man was feeling, Dean knew he would get his money from him tonight. He was more concerned with the college kid and beating Ruby at her game.
Speaking of which, said kid was watching him intently as Dean graced the pole with his beautiful body. He smirked even more as he left the fake prop and started to walk down the cat walk that was permanently part of the stage. The rich man was sitting near the end of the cat walk as was other men who were pratically throwing their money at him already even though he just rubbed himself against an inanimate object. Dean's eyed the college kid as he strolled down the cat walk, "I've had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once I learned the games."
Dean grinned as he picked up some money from the men down the cat walk, "Get up-life's to quick! I know someplace sick where this chick'll dance in the flames!" He laughed as a man practically reached over to touch him and he knelt down to face the man as others held him back. The group of men stopped and stared into Dean's brilliant green eyes stared seductively into the desperate man's, "We don't need any money! I always get in for free!" Reaching out he stroked the man's face and tickled him beneath his chin and closed in on him, "You can get in too, if you get in with me!"
A laugh escaped as the man fell back into his seat. The group was shocked that the Dean Winchester had actually touched a buddy of theirs and were practically glowing with jealously. Dean stood back up and continued his way down to his very rich target, "Let's go Oooooooouuutttt tonight! I have to go Oooooouuuuutttt tonight!" He grinned mischievously as he finally reached the rich man. Said man was looking at him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered. Dean stepped off the stage and slipped into the man's lap, straddling him and getting into his personal space, "You wanna play? Let's run away! We won't be back before it's New Year's Day!"
He grinned as the crowd hooted and hollered for Dean. Taking the man's tie into his hands, he began to to undo it and started to play with it as Dean teased the man. His face was close to the rich man's and he looked like he was about to kiss him, "Take me out tonight...." With a finishing touch to his concocted plan, Dean ground his ass into the man's growing erection. The older man's eyes widened and his eyes flashed with an intense lust. The dancer had claimed yet another victory. And now he was going to put the big finish to his pet project and move on to another customer.
With a seductive smile, he mouthed his next line against the man's lips, "Meow.....HA!" Much to the dismay to Dean's newest victim and sucker, Dean had removed himself from his lap and started to walk further into the crowd. He was slowly making his was towards his true target, the handsome college boy that had caught both Dean and Ruby's attention, "When I get a wink from the doorman, do you know how lucky you'll be?"
The blond dancer jumped onto a table and and started to rub himself sensually to the next verses, "That you're on line with the feline of Avenue B! Let's go Ooooouuuuutttt tonight! I have to go Ooooouuuuutttt tonight!" He pointed towards the college kid who was sitting a few feet from Dean. Ruby was sitting in the kid's lap and was glaring at him even though she was smiling, "You wanna prowl? Be my night owl! Well take my hand we're gonna Hhhhhoooooowwwwwllll Oooooouuuuutttt tonight!"
Dean motioned the men around him to give him some room as he sat down amongst them, "In the evening, I've got to roam! Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome!" He faked fanning himself as he watched the men hand him stacks of bills saved up from the month. Taking the largest and most compact one from a man closer to him, he stuffed it into his pocket and started to move on from the table, "Feels to damn much like home when the Spanish babies cry..."
Ruby was glaring at him and if looks could kill, Dean would have been dead the second he got off the table. He merely grinned as he continued to stroll towards the couple. His attention was now completely on the college student who's lap Ruby was sitting in, "So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are! And all the scars of the nevers and maybes die! Let's go Oooouuuuttttt tonight! I have to go Ooooouuuutttt tonight!"
Ruby knew better that it was time for her to split. If she had continued to stay in Dean's way, she knew she would get an ear full from the boss of "The Inferno". So she got off of the young man's lap and drifted off into the background. Dean smirked as she watched her leave and stared down into the kid's eyes as Dean reached his favorite victim of the evening. The young man seemed completely enraptured by Dean as the older man reached out and stroked his face.
"You're sweet. Wanna hit the street?" Dean's hands started to trail downwards towards the younger man's chest and started to rub his chest. Dean was shocked to feel thick muscle beneath the kid's hoodie, however, he didn't let it deter his performance. "Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?" Dean climbed into the kid's lap and straddled him. For some odd reason, he felt perfect in the stranger's lap, like he was meant to be there. He fondled his beloved victim's face as if he was Dean's lover.
For some odd reason, he felt an extreme wave of lust over take him as he stared into the kid's blue eyes. Those eyes held him and captured his soul. Dean wanted nothing more than to make this kid...no...this man...to make Dean howl like a cat in heat for real. He wanted to prove to the man that he was worth his money's worth coming in, "Just take me out tonight!"
The young man reached up and held Dean to him as Dean grazed his lips against his forehead. Slowly, his lips outlined the stranger's face and was graced with tasting the salt from his skin. Dean was so close to the man's lips that he could almost taste him. He wanted to kiss him so badly, but he knew that he wasn't allowed such things because his boss would kick the kid permenantly out of the club. Dean didn't want this delicious
creature permanently removed from here. Dean actually spoke the next line of the song out loud against the man's lips, "Please take me!!!"
Both men could hear the jealousy through the howls of the audience. Every man was either giving cat calls or cheering for the guy for how lucky he was for having Dean Winchester gracing his lap and rubbed himself against him, "Oooouuuutttt Tonight!" Dean drew back before he got to carried away. He knew he was losing control and he didn't want to get in trouble. His college kid boy looked disappointed when Dean drew back, "Don't forsake me Oooouuuutttt tonight!"
He didn't want to disappoint the kid, he really didn't want to. Dean slowly rubbed and bucked his hips against him and the crowd howled, "I'll let you make me! Oooouuuuttttt tonight!"
The music cut off and the crowd applauded and howled as Dean looked up and grinned. Blue eyes were staring intently into Dean's green and the dancer spoke, "So...what's your name kid?"
"Sam...It's Sam Logan...." Dean grinned as Sam squeezed his hips.
"Well Sam....I hope to see you around here again soon." And with that, Sam let Dean go as Dean got off of Sam's lap. The dancer made his way back to the stage, not without collecting a good amount of cash from the "Big Bad Wolves" of the crowd. The rich man he had given a lap dance to stared at him and stopped him before he came back on stage. Dean was handed two rolls of cash and Dean winked at him in return. Once onstage he walked with his back up dancers to the back stage.
Bobby greeted them as the announcer told the rowdy audience that it was closing time. Dean grinned as he and the girls went back stage and started changing. He wanted to get home and get a good night's sleep for the next night's show. Bobby had followed Dean into his dressing room as Dean was finishing up dressing in his normal clothes.
"Good job tonight kid." Bobby said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door of Dean's dressing room, "I'm impressed by how you seemed to pay most of your attention to the college kid than the guy with the pockets full of cash."
Rolling his eyes, Dean placed his fake cat ears into a drawer and stared at Bobby with a tired look, "I can't help it that Mr. Richie Rich was fugly. The kid was the hottest thing in the club tonight."
"You know HE'S not going to be happy about this. I think he was there when you were rubbing yourself all over that kid--"
"His name is Sam and by the way, HE doesn't own me. I can flirt and rub myself on anyone I want to." Dean stuffed the money he earned from the customers tonight into a back pack. He slung it over his shoulder and walked towards Bobby.
The older of the two glared, "Yeah, you'll be complaining when he fires your ass for back sassing him." Dean flinched and nodded, "By the way...That Sam kid told me to give this to you..."
Green eyes widened as he was given a stack of twenties, "What the...? Are you serious? Are you sure this is the same kid we are talking about?"
"Yeah...? Why...?"
Dean flipped through the bills and started to sweat even more than he had during his performance, "Well damn, Bobby! This is about a thousand dollars worth of money here!" Bobby shrugged as Dean recounted.
"Hey, money's money, Dean. Maybe he's some rich kid lookin' to get rid of some cash. I don't really care where the hell he got the money, it's yours now. You do what you want with it."
Frowning, Dean looked into Bobby's eyes, "But...don't you think it's strange that he would tip a dancer that much money?" Bobby once again shrugged at the confused dancer.
"If you don't want it, I'll give it to the other dancers or I'll give it to the boss. Your call."
"I'll....I'll take it...But so help me if this is some mafia boss's money..."
"They can't get it back. Boss wouldn't allow them to and he wouldn't dare let anyone hurt you. So you're alright." Dean nodded as Bobby smiled at him, "Use it to pay your bills then treat yourself to something nice. Do you need me to walk with you home?"
"No I can find myself to my apartment old man. I'll see you tomorrow night." The older man nodded as Bobby left him alone and walked down the hall towards the enterance. The other dancers were now leaving and the clean up crew was starting to work on stage and out in the back. Dean waved goodbye to some of the other employees as they passed him by.
Why and how in the world did this kid get this kind of money? Dean didn't even think he was worthy of this much money for just a lap dance. With a shakey hand, he placed the money into his back pack and walked out of his dressing room. If Dean was ever granted the chance again, he would most definitely do this "Sam Logan" a special favor and thank him personally.
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Hope you like this chapter! If you want this to be continued, please review! Seriously! Also, if you don't know, "Out Tonight" is a RENT song. (LOVE THAT MUSICAL!!!) There shall be more Sam/Dean in the future! Oh and just to let everyone know, Sam Logan is Sam Winchester, it's just that in this fic his name is different and he's not related to Dean. Oh...and....I HATE RUBY. So there will be Ruby bashing somewhat in this fic. Sorry Ruby fans!
Lyrics are from RENT and the song is from RENT
Bye bye for now! Please review!