Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show however are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" series. This fan fiction takes place after "Crossroad Blues."

Dean watched as she slid down the pole with a satisfied grin on his face. He took a sip of his beer and continued to watch her seductive moves as she inverted herself effortlessly to Nickelback's "Figured You Out."

"Let's hear it for our new girl Raven," the DJ announced as she grabbed her 'top' and headed offstage.

Dean looked around the strangely decorated strip club for his brother. Sam was seated on a palm tree chair at the bar talking to a frequent customer trying to find more on the joint. Apparently, people had been mysteriously disappearing from "The Cove." Even though they were there on business, Dean couldn't help but mix it with pleasure.

He tapped a roaming dancer named Bunny on the shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Bunny. Do you need anything," she said.

"Yeah, Bunny, indeed I do. Do you see that tall, lanky, shaggy-haired boy at the bar? He's in need of some serious fun. So here's 30. Give him a show," he said as he placed the money in her garter belt.

Dean watched as she strutted over to Sammy and proceeded to introduce herself and writhe on his lap. Sam gave him a disapproving look as she continued to dance.

Dean just raised his glass to him laughing.

"That a boy, Sammy! Enjoy," he yelled.

"Do you need anything," a black haired exotic dancer asked Dean. He recognized her as the girl who just finished her number onstage. Dean eyed her up and down. She was a petite, slightly pale olive-skinned beauty. Her ebony hair skimmed her shoulders in waves and slightly hid her obsidian eyes. Dean had to look in her eyes again because they were so dark; almost as dark as a demon's. Her barely-there outfit revealed some interesting tattoos.

"Nah… is it Raven," he asked. She nodded. "I think I'm pretty good for now. By the way, great job up there."

"Thanks. Always glad to meet a fan. Well let me know if you need anything else," she said as she began to walk away.

"Actually, there is something" he started. "I'm looking into the disappearances of a couple of guys from here. Did you know any of these guys," he asked as he showed her some newspaper clippings.

"I didn't 'know' them, but I had seen that guy around a lot up until last week," she stated as she pointed to the photo of 25-year-old Michael Jacobson who disappeared 4 nights previously. "Why do you ask? Are you a cop or something?"

Dean reached into his jacket and pulled out a badge.

"Kind of. I'm Special Agent Cobain and that happy man over there is Special Agent Grohl," Dean said matter-of-factly as he pointed over to Sam who was still receiving a lap dance.

Dean waved at Sam, who replied with a wave and a goofy/mortified grin on his face.

"Wow, nothing like mixing business with pleasure right, Mr. Cobain," she said cautiously.

"My partner is doing some undercover investigation and I can assure you it's strictly business," he said. "Anyway, do you mind if I ask you some questions about Mr. Jacobson?"

"No, go ahead. I'll tell you what I know, but I got to tell you the cops already came in here and they could find nothing," she stated as she sat down on a wicker chair. She flagged the bartender and ordered a Malibu and Diet. She was playing with the tropical umbrella stirrer as he began his questioning.

"Did he come in here with anyone? Did he leave with anyone? What did he do when he was here?"

She gave him a look that stated the obvious.

"What do YOU think he did when he came here? He had some drinks, bought some dances and acted like he didn't have a girlfriend at home. The night he disappeared I didn't see him come in but I did see him leave. He left alone."

"Did he talk to anyone while he was here?"

"Just some dancers. I danced for him that night. He seemed like a nice enough guy…and he was a good tipper."

"Was he drunk when he left," Dean continued.

"As far as I can tell, he was tipsy but I don't know if he was wasted. It's really a horrible thing what happened to him. One of our girls found him in the alley. She was really mortified. But I mean, who wouldn't be with all that blood…and his neck was bent at such an odd angle."

"Yeah it was pretty brutal," Dean told Raven.

"But, that's really all I know. I really got to go back to work. Got to pay the bills," she said as she stood to leave. "Sorry that I couldn't help more."

"Well, thanks for your time," Dean said as he stood, shook his head, and walked towards Sam.

Sam had a very annoyed look on his face.

"Thanks a lot," Sam said.

Dean patted him on the back.

"No problem, Sammy boy. Did you enjoy it?"

"No. Did you find out anything," Sam said quietly.

"Just that he left alone. Couldn't tell if he was drunk. I'm telling you Sam, this just say crazy serial killer not paranormal," Dean quietly said. "I think we need to find some other case."

"I don't think so Dean. Look the blood loss was substantial, as in MISSING blood. There is something else going on here. We need to keep looking."

"Fine," Dean sighed. "Let's go check out the alley, but I'm telling you we're wasting our time. But, out of curiosity what exactly are you thinking? Succubus? Werewolves? Demons?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm thinking Vampires," Sam said.

Dean laughed.

"Vampire Strippers? Been watching too many B-movies on HBO in the hotel room, Sammy?"

"Shut up, Dean."

They exited the club and made there way around to the back. Dean was still laughing over Sam's hypothesis.

"Dean, what's so funny about this? You know they exist; you've seen them."

"Yeah, I know," Dean replied annoyed.

They both reached the chalked outline of the victim. Apparently he had fallen up against the brick wall. They both squatted down with their flashlights to look for clues.

The sound of a cocked gun sounded from behind them.

"Don't move," a female voice said from behind them.

"Ok," Sam cautiously replied.

"We don't want any trouble," Dean said.

"Put your hands up," the woman forcefully stated. "Now!"

The boys put their hands up quickly.

"I'll handle this," Dean whispered to Sam.

Dean turned to face the girl.

"Now we're not here to…"

Before he could finish his sentence, he received the butt of the rifle in his face.

"Dean," Sam yelled as he turned to his brother. Sam fell as the hard end of the gun hit his cheekbone.

The boys were surprised to find themselves quickly pushed against the wall. With a faint light flickering from above, they were able to see their attacker.

She was holding each boy up against the wall.

"Raven," Dean strained to ask.

"Hi, Special Agent Cobain," Raven said. "Or should I say Dean?"

"How do you know…" Sam started to ask.

"I'm not stupid, Sam. Look, this is my case. We don't want any trouble with your kind. So all I'm asking is for you to get out of town and let me do my job," she stated. "I promise you can leave and you won't get hurt."

"Your case? Who the hell are you," Dean asked.

"I'm working undercover as well," Raven said.

"Are you a hunter," Sam asked.

"I guess you could say that."

It was then the boys noticed her strength as she continued to pin each of them to the wall with one hand.. She smiled and extended her canines.