Leyshla Gisel- I would blame the tattoo as well xD However, the tattoo plays an important part in this ordeal!

isis . mama- Haha! Thank you! I've always imagined him with a curvy woman! Dean has great taste in women, I'll admit, but come on. Who can resist a little more meat on the bone?

DarkLight2589- Your review confused me, hun...

ebonywarrior85- Sugar/Dean it is! I've thought a lot about it, lately! Haha :) As I said above, the mentioning of the tattoo will come up very soon! I believe a lot of people will be surprised as to where I go with it!

Thanks for the reviews! I'm hoping you're enjoying writing this as much as I'm enjoying writing it! I'm also thinking about writing a Sam/OC on the side! Love you guys! R&R! :)

Dean's eyebrows drew close together in confusion. "Next? What.."

"I've been followed around, and I know that this killer is going after women in my profession."

"You mean strippers." Dean implied.

A scowl erupted upon her pretty features. "Excuse me? I'm an exotic dancer, thank you very much."

Dean cleared his throat, "Uh, anyway." He wouldn't admit it, but he was a bit embarrassed at her correction. After all, she was right; working at a strip club didn't make you a stripper. Dean knew from experience that her clothes would have already been on the floor if she were a stripper. Deciding to soften the tension, that he regrettably created, he went back to topic one. "What do you mean you're being followed?"

She sat on the couch and placed her hands in her hair, seeming to panic a little. "I mean that I'm being watched. He's at my house, here at work; hell," she said. "I was out with my sister the other night and he was there, too."

"Wait," Dean said, rushing to sit down beside her. "What do you mean, 'he was there'?"

"I saw him. I mean, he wasn't hiding the fact that he was freaking staring holes into my skull. Good God, I saw him standing outside my window." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "He wears these freaky ass contact lenses, too. Like, his eyes look like they're a fluorescent teal color."

These words hit Dean like a ton of bricks. This was evidence that they were dealing with a supernatural creature. The question was: what? "Outside your window?"

The blonde looked at him dumbfounded. "Isn't that what I just said? He was standing three freaking feet from my window."

Dean pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text to Sam. Get to the Foxy Lady. Have a lead. "Do you see what he looks like besides his eyes?"

Sugar shook her head. "No. It's like he's nothing but a shadow."

Dean noticed that she had goosebumps rising on her skin as she talked, which indicated that she was telling the truth, or at least she thought she was. He was starting to wish that Sam was there with him, because Dean was riddled. All types of creatures were running through his head, but he couldn't think of anything that they had faced before. Sam would be incredibly useful at the moment. Another question weighed on his mind as well. "How exactly do you know my last name?"

"I-" She started, but someone burst through the door; a large, black man with wild eyes.

"Sugar!" He said with a rushed tone. "You're on in ten." He then looked at the two sitting on the couch. "I don't pay you to sit and chat! You dance, he tips. Done deal. Hurry the hell up!"

The blonde sighed. "Alright, Barry," she said, and then turned to Dean. "I get off right after this, if you feel like waiting for me."

"I already texted my brother and told him to meet me here, so why not?" He shrugged with a smile.

She smiled with relief, as if she was happy that he was staying. "Okay," she said. "I have to go and get changed, but I'll meet you at the bar once I'm finished."

Dean meant to reply, but she was already out of the room. A soft smile pulled at his lips from the feeling of being useful and wanted. Dean then walked back to the bar with a smirk, suddenly noticing that Julius was nowhere to be found. He also noticed that his brother had walked into the joint, and he seemed a little tense.

"Dean!" The tall, dark-haired Winchester said. "I got your text. What do you mean by a lead?"

Dean sat down on a barstool with his brother next to him and began to explain everything to him. "You think it's a dragon?" He asked as soon as he had finished the story.

"Nah," Sam said. "I don't think many, uh, dancers are virgins." He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. "Where is she? Can we ask her more questions? How does she even know us, Dean?"

Dean shrugged, and then turned when Def Leppard began playing from the club's speakers. Sugar walked out onto the stage with so much confidence that the room should've shaken with fear. Her outfit had changed to a sexy police officer; a blue button-down shirt that hugged her cleavage and curves so well that it was incredibly sexy. A pair of black boy short bottoms allowed her ass to peak out just a little. Her hair was pulled up and stuffed into her police hat, while her lips were were still a bright shade of red and her heels had changed to black, mary-jane stilettos that Dean was for sure that she would break her neck in.

Smirking at Sam, who's eyes were wide, he asked, "Like what you see, Sammy?"

Sam looked back at his older brother, glaring daggers and flustered from being caught staring. "Really, Dean? She's gorgeous, I'll admit, but she's…"

Dean laughed while watching Sugar whip her hat off, letting her curls cascade around her shoulders like a curtain. She rocked the pole unlike any woman he'd ever seen, and that was saying something. Dean began humming to the song, Pour Some Sugar on Me as she tossed her hat to him. He caught it with a grin. "I'm glad you like her, Sammy," he said. "She's coming back to the motel with us."

I saw the opportunity and took it. I really did. I had to put that song in there, and her dressing like a cop? Took that one, too. I couldn't resist the cop pun, as to how many times they've been in trouble with the law and all!