Title: Smoke
Prompt: This is a hooker!Sam fic that been buried in the back of my mind for awhile.
Warnings: Rated T. I don't want to write any kind of explicit sex, I'm just not comfortable with that. Sam's going to be kind of mean in this fic, only because of what he's been through. Don't worry, though, Sam'll turn all cute and cuddly again :)
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean aren't mine, I just babysit on the weekends (kidding)
Author's Note: I really hope you enjoy it, and I'll write it for you to the best of my ability.
The air is heavy with smoke and the scent of sex, and grunts and moans seep from the cracks of the apartment complex. Anyone who wasn't there for service was usually driven off, either by the look of the buildings itself, barely lit at night with several bricks and most of the mortar missing or by the people outside, draping themselves on the sidewalks and lamp posts.
Women, clad in low cut dresses that clung to their hips. Their faces painted with makeup, eyes dark and smoky and lips full and red. Men with tight wife beaters and too-small jeans that ride low on their hips, eyeliner smudged around their eyes and condoms tucked in their back pockets.
There were usually two other men, but unlike the others, they're built, eyes dark and threatening while they merely stand in the shadows and keep an eye out for any sign of trouble.
Anyone who wasn't either inside with a client or out in front was working the streets, trying to seduce their ways into someone's car or motel. Sometimes they even get them to come to the apartment, and trick them into coming again.
It was a hard lifestyle, but they were willing to do nearly do anything for a place to eat and sleep, and in turn they received a home, though twisted and dysfunctional on several levels.
And when Sam arrived in California for the first time after leaving John and Dean, that's exactly where he found himself.
With no money for school supplies or rent, he ended up dropping out of college and less than three months from when he arrived, a woman found him on the side of the road and offered him a place to stay, and a way to work.
He accepted.
It took time for Sam to get used to it. But the other workers were friendly, and they showed him how to apply makeup and when to wear, even how to act to get someone interested.
While it was easy to attract attention, especially with his looks, sometimes it wasn't a good thing. There were several incidents where one of the muscle men had to step in, and even more where he came back bruised and bloody, only to spend the night crying in someone's arms.
Sam took up bad habits. Smoking and doing drugs were very normal occurrences in the 'house' as they called it, and Sam eventually picked it up and soon was snorting fluffy white power and take drags off of cigarettes when he wasn't working.
After two years, Sam figured that he would live the rest of life this way, at least until he got too old and he was eventually booted out to the streets to become some old homeless man.
Dean's arrival changed everything.
"Sam, have you seen the box of condoms?" Sam looked up and turned his head to see Victoria leaning against his doorway, smiling good-naturedly.
She was very beautiful, with dark purple colored wavy hair that hung to her waist and sparkling green eyes. She had wide hips and a narrow face, giving her a seductive appearance, which was a god-send in their line of work.
Sam thought for a moment. "Last time I heard, Kitty had them." Victoria's face twisted into a mock scowl. "Of course she does," she groaned. "I'm going to head out. See you in a few hours."
He watched her slip away and sighed.
His stomach growled and Sam nearly rolled his eyes. "Time for food," he murmured to himself, slowly climbing off of his mattress and onto the faded hardwood floor. Very few people in the house had an actual bed frame, while a couple didn't even have a mattress, so Sam considered himself lucky.
Padding out into the hall, he glanced around as workers milled about, chatting and either getting ready or undressed for their shifts. The house was lit by low powered lamps and candles. It's deteriorating walls and cramped rooms were draped in strips, making the crumbling complex seem more surreal and desirable.
Sam carefully made his way downstairs to the basement, where they kept things like food and money. He thought back to the time where one of Tina's clients had snuck down and tried to take their stash of money.
Brad, one of the men around for muscle in return for housing and food, had beat the crap out of him and dumped him on the sidewalk as a warning. It hadn't happened since.
"Hey, Sam," Sabrina greeted. She was Hispanic, with long dark hair and eyes and golden tan skin. A small girl, and a bit shy, but she was very trustworthy and the only one who had a copy of the ownership papers for the apartment.
Sam smiled and gave her a small wave. "Hey." She was standing part way in the fridge, the door open and her right arms resting on the top as she contemplated what to eat.
"Is there a sandwich in there?" he asked. Sabrina ducked her head to check before pulling out a plastic bag with a half of one inside. "That's it. Thanks," Sam told her, grabbing it from her outstretched hand.
"Awesome," she said half-heartedly. "Sam, what do I want to eat?" Sam sat down on the floor, the chill of it causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. He bit into his sandwich of cheese and lettuce and thought about it while he chewed and swallowed.
He held up his food and waved it back and forth. "Sandwich?"
She frowned for a moment, then shrugged. "Eh, why not," she said to herself.
Sabrina joined Sam on the floor a few minutes later with her own sandwich in her hand.
"So," she began, "I saw a hottie when I was out working." Sam blinked. "Oh?" he said, beginning to eat the crust. Sabrina nodded, smiling faintly and taking a bite as well.
"Uhuh. He was all haggard with pretty green eyes. His car was something too, all black and shiny." Sam finished his meal and swallowed, peeking at her from the corner of his eye, interest peaked. "Called it his 'baby'," she told him with a small giggle.
Sam was suddenly uncomfortable, and he stood up and went to the sink to wash out his plastic bag, as it could be used again. He left it on the counter to dry.
As he retreated back to his room after a brief goodbye to Sabrina, his mind was running a mile a minute.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
Sam went out two hours later, clad in a black wifebeater and torn black jeans, with black eyeliner to match. He was lucky that it was still summer and the night really wasn't cold.
Kaitlyn, a small girl with brown hair and curvy hips, smiled and help up a pack of cigarettes, shaking them as an offer. Sam rolled his eyes, but followed. "We haven't worked together in a while," she hummed.
Sam lit his cigarette and took a long drag, breathing out wisps of smoke from between his lips. "No," he agreed. The rumble of a car engine halted their conversation and he put out the cigarette as a dirty blue mustang pulled up beside them.
"Hello," Kaitlyn purred, already moving towards the window. Sam decided to wait, draped elegantly against the light pole. Silent and mysterious usually got people interested.
The guy rolled down the window and leered at the two of them. He eyed Kaitlyn hungrily before checking out Sam and Sam purposely rolled his hips forward.
"How much for the two of you?"