So this is for round 3 of my writeoff/ficwar. We could do any pairing(Destiel of course for me) and we had to do a strip-club... and a character had to say "Let me put on a show for you, daddy."or something like that so yeah...

AND THIS TIME I ACTUALLY WON. AW YEA

Dean had dragged Sam to a strip-club with him, though the youngest was unwillingly. But he soon agreed and was allowed to go just as long as he got his phone and or his laptop. So Dean allowed him his phone and had a large grin on his face as he did. There was no way he was going to tell his boy friend about his little trip, nor was he going to allow Sam to snitch either. He needed times to himself and do what he wanted. Just so happened this was one of the times and things he got to do. Though this was the okay and perfect time to go. He found his other was at his job still had to work over time and he never text or called while he was at his job.

This was an odd place. They had guys and girls both doing this. Tonight 'unintentionally' was a night that MOSTLY had guys. But it was so intentional, just he wasn't going to tell Sam that in trillion years. So he came in, grinning still and got himself seated in the front row, ordering them both some beers, though Sam just stared down at his phone then entire time, ignoring pretty much everything that went on around him. Sometimes taking a swig of his beer. Sometime he looked up at the stage.

Dean was sitting back staring up drinking his beet and staring at them like it was the most entertaining thing ever. Though he spit up his beer mid-swallow and leaned forward starting to choke on it. Sam immediately sat and went to help, confused to what happened and why he was choking and spitting up. "Woah, Dean what the hell?" He asked as soon as Dean got his breath, though fixated on the stage again.

"Y-yeah I just.. I'm.. uih.. fine just.. surprised..." The eldest said, pupils blown wide and mouth partly opened. Sam looked up at the stage, mouth in an 'oh' shape and staring for a moment.

"Thats..."

"Yeah..."

"He's?"

"...Apparently."

Sam blinked and turned blushing. "I really didn't wanna see that." He muttered, closing his eyes a moment and walking the other direction.

Dean was licking his lips looking up at his.. his 'boyfriend' on stage. Now he knew why he didn't want to talk about his job or anything. But oh my god how this was, how could he have hidden this?! This would crossout one of his fantasies on the list.

Castiel had come out on stage right before Dean started choking. He was beautiful, well made, light grey wings on his back, black boots that went to his thighs and were completely made for women. Though he also had on a silk blue thong this was tight in all the right placed, it made Dean shift and cover his crotch. Yeah, there were others out, but holy fuck his boyfriend?!

Once Castiel even noticed Dean he was blushing, though showing odd his body and EVERYTHING he had for the women and men that were in the ground. Immediately Dean was scrambling for money and pulling out when some came off and payed Castiel for a lapdance. He got closer than he should have and it made Dean's breath hitch.

"Let me put on a show for you, daddy" Castiel whispered, hands on Dean's shoulder and sitting. Actually sitting on Dean's lap, grinding against him and moving his hips and body, he could feel Dean getting hard beneath him. He could so get fired for this.

"Y-yeah...Can't you."

"Shut up and enjoy."