Hello! I have very recently joined the Supernatural fandom and I am a very strong supporter of Destiel. It is meant to be, I included it in the story. So this is my first Supernatural fanfiction, I hope you like it: ). Heads up, this takes place around Season 4, so there may be small spoilers but nothing too big.

I'd also like to dedicate this story to my little sister, who is the Sam to my Dean.

"Hey Dean." Sam called out to Dean from across the shabby hotel room. "I think I found a case." Dean stopped humming AC/DC to himself and looked over at Sam's computer screen.

"What'd ya got?"

"A girl was found dead in her dressing room, she apparently hung herself."

"So? How is that a case?"

"But get this, a girl died 13 years ago in the exact same way. Same room, same time, same everything."

"Hmm…So what're we looking at, a vengeful ghost taking out girls the same way she died?"

"Yeah. Looks like it."

"Then let's get going Sammy."

"It's not that simple Dean."

"Ugh." Dean groaned. "I hate it when things aren't that simple."

"This murder happened at a beauty pageant that was being held at the hotel where the girl died. It's been going on for 13 years, and 13 years ago was when the girl killed herself."

"Beauty pageant? You mean a hotel filled with hot chicks?"

"Don't get too excited Dean."

"What's not to be excited about?" Dean asked, very excited.

"The hotel is currently booked. Only people who are competing in the pageant and family members are allowed to stay."

"We find ourselves a pageant girl who will pretend to be our sis or something?"

"I guess…Wait Dean look at this. Because of the death, two contestants dropped out. There's an opening for two more people…"

"Oh no Sammy. Don't even think about it. I am not doing that." Dean threatened.

…

"Excuse me?" Sammy asked in a slightly higher pitch than his normal voice, trying to come off as feminine. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Excuse me, sir? We're here for the beauty pageant." He explained to the man at the front desk.

"Oh yes…" The man looked at them up and down. Sam looked ridiculous, to say the least. He barely fit into the tight sparkly purple dress that Bobby had found for him. The fake breasts also made him incredibly uncomfortable. Not to mention the high stiletto heels he was wearing were giving him blisters. Despite all this, so far no one had noticed that they were not female. The man at the front desk went back to his computer.

"Samantha and Diana Winchester?"

"Yes, that's us." Sam's eye was itchy, but he didn't want to ruin the fabulous makeup job that Bobby had given them. Sam decided to ask Bobby about why he had all this stuff lying around his house and why he was so great at makeup later. It wasn't important now. The man at the front desk handed Sam the room key, still not suspicious. Sam took the room key, and gave him a little smile. The front desk man looked a little shocked, and then smiled back warmly.

"Have a nice stay ladies." He waved goodbye to them, and Sam thought for a moment he had winked at them. He decided he would pretend as if he didn't see that because he wished he hadn't. So feeling slightly awkward, and very uncomfortable he and Dean grabbed their sparkly bedazzled luggage and got into the nearest elevator. No one else was in there, so Dean took the opportunity to voice his feelings.

"I hate this Sam."

"I know Dean, I do too, but we have to do this if we're going to stop the ghost." Dean mumbled angrily to himself.

"I feel ridiculous."

"You look ridiculous." It was true. Dean's dress matched Sam's except his was pink. Sam didn't want to tell him, but the blond wig and makeup job that Bobby did made Dean look like a Disney princess (his high cheekbones and large Rapunzel eyes helped). If Sam didn't know Dean, he probably wouldn't have realized he was a dude. Dean adjusted his fake breasts so they were more comfortable.

"Fine…I'll do this, but I am not going to enjoy it."

"Look on the bright side Dean, at least you'll get to spend the weekend with a hotel full of hot chicks, as you put it."

"Yeah…but I call shots on killing this son of a bitch who made me dress like a girl."

"You have to admit that these dresses are pretty comfortable though."

"It doesn't flatter my hips."

"Fair enough, but pink does look good on you."

"Hilarious, Miss Congeniality." The elevator door opened. Three girls stood before them, all dressed in tight miniskirts, and shirts with way too much cleavage. Dean whistled, forgetting that he was supposed to be a girl.

"Hello l-" Dean began in his usual low gruff voice, but Sam nudged him. Dean remembered he was wearing a dress and started again, in a female voice this time.

"Hello, uhh, girls." The clique looked them up and down. "Are you here for the beauty pageant? So are we. Hahaha. We should totally like, hang out sometime, maybe grab a beer, listen to some rock and roll, and you know, hang out." The tallest of the girls, who was also situated in the center, started making a high squealing noise, that Dean and Sam realized was supposed to be laughter.

"Like we would associate with such low class filth. I don't even know why you're competing. You have no chance. It's pathetic." Dean raised his eyebrow as they strutted past Sam and Dean. The head plastic gave a hair flip and a final snooty laugh and disappeared behind the elevator.

"What. A. Bitch.", was all Dean had to say.

"Don't let them get to you." A small voice said behind them. The turned to find a short, unimpressive girl, who was nervously playing with her fingers.

"That was Tiffany. The tallest one, with the platinum blond hair and fake breasts. She's the leader of the band of airheads. The brunette was Brittany, and the one with the big lips covered in that trashy red lipstick is Heather. They're like, the ultimate clique." The girl explained.

"Wow. They're basically like a mash up of every 'mean girls' cliché ever."

"They show up to this beauty pageant every year and always get Grand Ultimate Supreme, and the other two Grand Supremes. They're also major meanies. They think they're better than everyone else. But I'm determined not to let them win this year." She smiled and stuck her hand out awkwardly.

"My name's Brenda."

"Nice to meet you, Brenda. I'm Samantha, and this is-"

"De-Diana."

"First year?" Brenda asked. Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"First time ever." Brenda made a face.

"Oh. That's rough. This is a hard competition to start off on. I should know. I've been competing for, like, ever."

"That's comforting." Dean said sarcastically.

"Yeah…Hey, where are you guys staying?" Dean and Sam tensed up.

"Uhh…Guys?" Sam asked. He couldn't believe they had blown their cover so early on.

"Oh sorry, are you one of those girls who doesn't like to be called '"guys". Sorry about that."

"So, uhh, where are you staying?" Brenda perked up.

"I'm in room 304, right down the hall." Sam checked the room key.

"Wow, we're right across the hall. Room 305."

"That's crazy! We should totally hang out before the competition! It's so nice to meet some actually down to earth girls."

"Yeah."

"Between you and me I wasn't that upset when I heard the girl who was staying in that room was disqualified. She wasn't too nice. Then I heard that it was because she had killed herself! Can you imagine? I felt pretty bad for feeling that way after hearing that."

"Wait, sorry, are you telling me that we're staying in the room where the girl killed herself?" Dean asked. Brenda laughed.

"Don't worry. I didn't mean that she killed herself in the room, just that that was the room she was staying in when she died."

"What exactly happened to her?" Sam inquired, figuring that here was a good place to start the investigation.

"What do you mean, happened to her? She killed herself."

"Well yeah, but I mean, how did it happen?" Brenda glanced down the hallway nervously and turned back to Sam and Dean.

"Well. Between us, girls. I heard this crazy rumor that it was a ghost that killed her. Can you imagine? I of course don't believe in such nonsense, but Sandy, the girl who found her, told the cops that she thought she had seen a figure in black hovering by the body, but it disappeared. Into thin air. If you ask me the girl was just seeing things, but not everyone here believes that. A couple girls actually quit. Personally I wouldn't let such a silly thing deter me from winning. Especially with the cash prize this year."

"Cash prize?" Dean asked, suddenly interested.

"Oh yeah, they increased it from $1,000 to $5,000. So the competition's going to be even more intense this year."

"Wow that is a lot of money." Dean exclaimed, nearly drooling from this mouth. Sam nudged him.

"Focusing Diana. So what did this 'figure in black' look like exactly?" Sam asked. Dean was still drooling. Brenda shrugged.

"I don't know. She just said a figure in black. Although, thinking about it, I feel like she mentioned it looked feminine."

"Feminine?"

"Yeah."

"That's great."

"Sorry?"

"Uhh. That's crazy. Ghosts aren't real. We better check into our room and start getting ready and everything." Sam said.

"Yeah. We gotta get ready to win that cash prize." Dean said, nodding vigorously.

"Alright, Diana." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Samantha and Diana. Good luck."

"You too." She waved and skipped back towards the elevator.

"Poor Brenda, these girls are gonna crush her." Sam said as he opened the door.

"Yeah. But at least if we win, she'll get the satisfaction of seeing plastics 1, 2, and 3 get their asses handed to them."

"You're not actually thinking about competing seriously? Are you Dean?"

"Diana. And yes. 5,000 dollars Sam. Plus, I'd love to see the faces on those plastic Barbie dolls when we win."

"Alright, but remember we're here on a case."

"Okay, okay." They started unpacking their luggage, most of which was shotguns, holy water, etc. Dean bent down to pull out some rifles filled with salt. When he rose, he was face to face with Castiel, the Angel.

"GAHH!" He exclaimed, almost dropping all of this weapons.

"Dean."

"Can you please stop doing that, Cas? One of these days you're gonna give me a freaking heart attack." Castiel didn't say anything. He just stared down at Dean's dress.

"This is very different style of clothing for you. Is this for a special occasion of some sort?" Dean realized with horror and embarrassment that he was still wearing his dress, wig, and fake breasts.

"We're on a case! And Sam couldn't find any jobs for men available at the competition. So we had to join the competition. As women." Castiel raised his eyebrows. He reached his hand out and squeezed Dean's fake breast.

"HEY!" Dean yelled, slapping his hand away.

"Are these real?" Castiel asked, very confused.

"NO! But they look pretty real, don't they?"

"Is Sam playing dress up too?"

"This is not dress up! This requires skill, talent, and great looks to win. And a high degree of style. Not just dress up."

"Dean, we have to go down to the dressing rooms." Sam shouted as he left the bathroom. When he saw Castiel he jumped.

"Castiel…" Sam looked down at his dress. "Uhh. We're on a case."

"I see. I was just checking in on you."

"Yeah, and now if you'll excuse us Cas, we have a competition to win." Dean said, giving Castiel a hair flip. He started to walk out the door, but it was locked. He turned back to Castiel, who was still standing in the room. He held up Dean's fake breast.

"I think you need this." Dean blushed a little, and walked back to him angrily. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his bra. He quickly rearranged the fake breasts, and followed Sam out the door.