A/N: Here's the latest chapter! Hope you all enjoy :). And of course, pictures of Bradley and Kendall will be in the profile! Please r/r!
The sun was rising just over the sky. A line of orange outlined skyscrapers. They had finally made it to Los Angeles.
"Did Bobby tell us where she was going to be?" Dean asked. He sighed and cursed at the slow-moving traffic. He never could really stand traveling below the speed limit. Other than when infected by a ghost. Then he was just afraid of everything.
"Called earlier, said she'd be doing a video shoot or something," Sam replied. He began giving Dean directions to the set, knowing Dean was becoming more and more anxious.
After what felt like hours, Dean pulled the Impala out of park and got to driving once again. They were soon pulling into a busy area, filled with people rushing to and fro. Several of the people seemed to be men, wearing next to nothing. In the things they were wearing, it definitely looked like something from a different time.
"Are they trying to look like something from Gamers?" Dean asked.
"It is a video set," Sam pointed out. "Who knows what the theme of it is."
The Impala settled into a parking spot, the purr of the engine calming Dean down. At least temporarily.
The two exited the Impala after a moment more of silence. When they began walking toward the set, a hint of giddiness washed over Dean. He was excited to meet this supposed daughter Bobby had.
They followed a few other people, who all seemed to be going one way. As they were going through though, a security guard stopped them.
"Where's your passes?" the guard asked.
Dean and Sam shared a look. Both shrugged toward each other, stuck in this situation once in their lives.
Sam looked away from Dean, looked at the security guard with a slight smile, and began patting down his body. Dean was baffled; they hadn't packed their usual IDs this time.
"Oh, we must have forgotten it somewhere!" Sam exclaimed. "We can go get it, but—"
"No, no," the security guard replied, "the video begins shooting here any second. You don't have time to search your car for your passes." With that, the security guard pushed them through to the set.
Dean smiled hugely and knew he had to be in heaven.
"Like a Penthouse forum post," he murmured.
"Dean! Fantasy, porn," Sam reminded. Dean rolled his green eyes, and continued onward. The smile didn't leave his face at all.
Suddenly, a girl sidled up to the two. Standing just to the middle of Dean's chest, she wore a skin-tight black outfit. Her light brown hair was curled and tossed up onto something that didn't look like something of this time. She smirked at the two, getting one in return from Dean.
"Are you Sam and Dean?" she asked.
"Yes," Sam replied. "And you are?"
"Angelique."
"Wait?" Dean's eyes widened as he continued to openly ogle the singer. "You're Bobby's daughter?"
"How did you know it was us?" Sam asked.
"You don't look like the rest of the people here," Angelique replied simply. "Flannels in California show someone who's not from around here, boys." She sent another smirk their way and skipped off to where videos were set up. The extras were setting up around in the area as well, mostly men shirtless.
Dean and Sam shared a look before moving closer to the scene set up for filming. Music started up, sounding much faster than what both figured it actually would be.
Dean practically salivated at the site of Angelique sidling up beside one of the extra men. As she was lip-syncing to the words, she let her hand settle on the man's waist. Slowly, she moved it up, arching her neck as the song sped up a little bit more.
Dean's little fantasy of placing him in the shoes of the extra was shattered when the director yelled, "Cut!"
Dean watched Angelique smile at the extra and walk away from the cameras. She walked back up to Sam and Dean.
"Enjoy the show?"
"Hell yes," Dean groaned out. A hand raised up to wipe his face from any drool that might have escaped. He smiled slightly at the singer.
"It's called acting," Angelique said, "and if you two are going to do whatever it is you do, then you need to learn how to do it. For example…" She pointed behind them. Sam and Dean jerked to look behind them and groaned loudly.
Two security guards, plus a man who looked about the age of Sam walked toward them. His hair was cut short, sticking up slightly in odd directions.
"That's my friend, named Bradley. He likes to get… overprotective," Angelique whispered. "Good luck!" They looked at her as she bounded back toward the shoot to work on the scene she'd just shot once more.
Something about needing different angles for the final production.
"You two!" the security guards yelled at the same time. Dean groaned. He really hated people of authority.
"What are you doing here? This is a closed set," the man Angelique had pointed out as Bradley practically growled. His hazel eyes shot daggers at Sam and Dean, Dean specifically. It unnerved Dean, but knew not to stand down.
Dean started, "We were—"
"Visiting our friend, Angelique," Sam finished.
"She never told me she had friends coming to the set," Bradley said.
"Well, then you two must not be very close," Dean piped.
Bradley's gaze intensified on Dean, if that were possible. Dean merely smirked in reply.
"Leave," Bradley said sternly.
"Sorry, Sunshine, but Angelique wants us here," Dean said happily.
"We'll just see about that," Bradley said in a low voice. He continued glaring daggers at Dean while he walked over to where they had just finished shooting the same scene. Dean could see the two nodding and motioning toward Sam and him. After a few moments, Bradley sighed and walked back over to them. The entire time, his eyes were rolling and his entire persona screamed anger.
"So are we good, Bradley?" Sam asked. Dean's smirk held, perhaps even wider, as the two security guards and Bradley walked away.
"Someone's not a happy camper," Dean said after Bradley was out of hearing range.
"Well, he's probably pissed because Angelique's showing you more attention than he ever gets," a voice said behind them. Dean groaned to himself. Like he wanted more aggravating people around him today.
"I'm Kendall," she introduced herself. "The much-closer friend of Angelique."
"That's kinda vain," Dean muttered.
"I'm kidding!" Kendall laughed. "But, I really am a friend of Angelique's. It's nice to meet some of Angelique's other friends."
Kendall stood at about the same height as Angelique did. Her hair straight, except for the few curls at the ends of her hair, blond locks, and she wore a simple gray dress that puffed out slightly once it passed her hips. Over the dress, she wore a shiny-looking belt.
Dean's eyes definitely liked the site.
"Eyes are up here," Kendall said smartly. She smiled when he looked agitated.
"What's up with everyone around here being quick in the remarks?" Dean asked.
"You kinda have to if you want to survive," Kendall said simply. "Otherwise you never even make it off the ground. At least, in the music business. Producers and record companies just love when soft-spoken people try to get in. Means they can push them around easier and get what they want that much easier."
"I'll try to remember that," Dean said.
Kendall smiled softly and walked off. Dean's eyes drifted downward as he checked out her long legs.
"This is going to be so fun," Sam muttered. "Especially if you keep ogling every woman around here, Dean."