"Look Dean, we need cash." Sam stated.
"But this… really?" Dean argued.
"Look, this credit card and pool sharkin' will only get us so far."
"I know, I know." Dean said, defeated.
The two brothers stood on the darkened street corner, leaning against a chain-linked fence.
"Okay, so how do we do this thing?" Sam said, rolling up the sleeves of his red plaid shirt.
"How would I know, Sammy? Have I ever been a prostitute?" Dean joked, keeping a stern face.
"Stop being a jack-ass and stop calling me Sammy." Sam spouted with anger.
"Okay, okay. I guess we just wait for cars, I suppose." Dean said, looking at each direction of the street.
A sleek red car came by, both brothers following it with their eyes as it passed. Both sighed in unison.
"We're not going to get anywhere like this." Dean said.
Sam looks down at his shoes, trying to think of what to do. Sam looks up quickly at Dean, smiling.
"Unbutton your shirt." Sam laughed.
"What?" Dean shouted.
"Listen, we have to flaunt our "stuff". " Sam explained.
"You have to be kidding me." Dean complained, looking upwards towards the sky as he slipped off his leather jacket.
After three button pops, half of Dean's muscular chest prominently stood out of his shirt.
"What about you, Mr. "flaunt your stuff"" Dean complained.
Sam looked down and completely unbuttoned his button up shirt. He let both halves of the shirt flow to his side, displaying his chest and naval region. Dean looked him up and down and whistled.
"Nice happy trail." Dean joked.
"Shut up." Sam shouted back, slightly grinning.
"By the way, how much are we charging?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, depends on what we do, I suppose."
Suddenly, an orange Ford crawled up the side of the sidewalk. I scruffy muscular man leaned out the window, eyeing the two brothers.
"Like what you see?" Sam asked, trying to say in a sexy tone.
The man nodded towards Sam, who eyed him up and down again.
"How much?" The anonymous muscular man asked.
"Depends on what you want." Dean said, winking at him.
The man smiled.
"Ya got a deal then. Is this like a double deal?" He asked.
"Uh, we don't do threesomes." Dean said sternly.
"Sorry, you gotta pick between us." Sam said.
"Fine, I'll take you, the big one." He stated, pointing at Dean, "You look like you have some good suckin' lips."
Dean closed his eyes, mouthing out "damn it."
"You heard him Dean, get in the car."
Dean walked forward, flipping his leather jacket over his shoulder. Dean looked back and gave Sam a dirty look.
"I still can't believe we are doing this…" Dean complained.
"Just get in the car and do what he wants." Sam argued.
"Uh… I'm going to need a playboy after this…"
Dean stepped into the car and drove off, leaving behind a cloud of emissions.
"Good suckin' lips." Sam mimicked, breaking out into a laugh.
About an hour of waiting, a limo pulled up near Sam, sending him up to his feet. The window slid down, displaying a suited man in shades.
"Sir." Sam said.
"You offering services?" The man asked.
"Yes I am. You looking for these services?"
"Get in the car and we'll talk." The man said.
Sam grabbed his things and quickly sat into the limo. The limo drifted off into the distance.
Author Notes: This will be a three chapter story. The next two chapters will be in each of the brothers point of view of their crazy sex filled night.