"And now gentlemen, for your enjoyment, we have an extra special dance for all of you tonight! One that will literally leave you soaking wet so I'd advise you wear the plastic anoraks the staff are handing out to you now. Okay without no further ado, here he is for your pleasure, please make him feel welcome! Duke Strongrod!" The announcer calls from the microphone as the club goes pitch-black and everyone, including Dean, is waiting in anticipation. (This section is Sam's striptease which he'll be dancing alongside Rob Zombie's Dragula)
(00:00-00:15) – The stage-lights are flickering as a tall figure emerges from underneath the stage (via a secret platform); his back's to the audience, his hands are on his hips and his legs are spread evenly apart with one slightly bent.
(00:15-00:30) – As the lights continue to flicker the stripper alluringly dances on the spot before strolling towards the centre stage, making sure that his butt shakes erotically from side-to-side. He takes off his glasses and puts them in his shirt pocket before stopping just in front of the pole as Dean looks on in amazement, watching as Sam begins his strip-teasing. Go Sammy! I didn't think he had it in him!
("Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze") – Continuing to wave his arms and gyrate his leather-tight ass in small circles, Sam's eyes catches the staff with the hoses as they prepare to saturate him in cold water.
(00:38-00:45) – Before they do though, he takes these few seconds to wrap his leg round the pole and swing around a couple of times, before giving the staff the signal to release the water.
("Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm") - With the cold water now showering over him Sam continues to tease as he embraces himself with his muscular arms; her hands fingering through his wet bangs and caressing around his chest. The audience's whistling and "whoo-hooing" him to start taking more off as he's only getting started.
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
(01:09-1:16) – A hand reaches up to grasp his zip as he pulls it down slowly, exposing his now bare chest to the coldness of the shower.
("Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed") - His nipples are as hard as diamond as he continues to rub his hands over them before taking another spin on the pole.
(01:24-01:31) – He shrugs off the leather shirt, catching one of his sleeves with a hand before swinging it over his head and throwing it into the audience.
("Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr") - Now on his knees Sam's hands are rustling through his hair, caressing his chest and teasing around the rim of his trousers when he notices someone in the crowd. He looks to be in his early 30's, has blonde curtains, a good body from what he can tell and the most alluring eyes. He can't seem to take his eyes off him as he continues to "strut" his stuff.
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
("Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal") - With his hands gripping the pole overhead, Sam slides his back up and down the pole, not once taking his eyes off the mysterious stranger, as though in a trance. He then swings his legs into high kicks before taking another swing round the pole.
("Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win") - The handsome stranger stands from his seat and walks steadily towards the drenched Sam as he too hasn't turned away from his sight. Dean, watching from the bar, fidgets uncomfortably on the padded stool as the stranger stops at the edge of the stage.
(02:25-02:33) – Sam's on all fours now, crawling towards the man as he flips his wet bangs around, it splashing vigorously against his admirer who doesn't even seem to bat an eyelid.
("Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never dieAnd burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula") - Sam reverts from all fours to his knees back to all fours; either caressing his chest or flipping his wet bangs as he seems to give his admirer his "own private dance". Dean, not known to be a man of jealousy, can only watch as their bodies seem to edge closer together, his face fuming with obvious envy.
Dig through the ditches,
Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
("Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal") - Back on all fours Sam leans in closer, his lips are inches away from the stranger's own. Gripping his glass a little too tightly it shatters under the pressure as the contents spills onto Dean's lap. This somehow breaks Sam's seemingly hypnotic state between himself and the stranger.
"Dean?" He asks as he pushes himself onto his knees and looks towards Dean. His brother's wrapping a cloth round his hand and is suddenly leaving without him. "Dean!" Forgetting about everything Sam leaps from the stage and chases after him, hearing various boos from the audience but leaving an entanced man who they will come to know soon enough as "Vincent Drake" or better known as Count Dracula...
Catching up with Dean, who's just reached the car door, the topless Sam slows down, "Hey, wait up! Where you going?"
"Nowhere Sam, just needed a little air. It was getting a little too "tight" in there for my liking," Dean replies but Sam notices that his hand's giving him some discomfort, "Here, let me take a look at that." He reaches out to take his hand but Dean pulls him off, "I'm fine Sam...it's just a little cut. Nothing I can't heal from."
"What's your problem Dean? What have I done to you this time that's made you all pissed at me?" He asks crossing his arms to warm himself from the cold. Oh gee, let me think; the fact that you were about to kiss a complete stranger right in front of me! Dean shakes the thought away and takes off his jacket, "I'm sorry Sam. Really it's nothing. Here, wear this. You'll get cold else." Sam then takes it from him, wrapping it round him and zipping it up, feeling Dean's warmth still inside it.
Opening the car door Dean smiles to his slightly pissed-off brother, "Come on. Let's get back to the hotel. I'm starving."
Now back in his usual clothes Sam's searching through their bags for the medi-kit as Dean waits on the bed, flicking through the channels to find something interesting to watch whilst shoving a cheeseburger into his mouth.
"Ah-Hah! Found it! Come on, sit up!"
Dean does as he's told, sitting up on the edge of the bed as Sam kneels down on one leg and opens up the medi-kit. Turning his attention back to Dean's hand, he slowly unwraps the cloth and can see that it's quite a nasty cut but it's not as deep as he'd feared. "What caused you to crush the glass in your hand Dean anyway? Did you find my "teasing" a little too enticing?" He asks with a smile full of perfect white teeth and dimples.
You seriously can't remember dancing right in front of a guy and almost kissing him, with me watching you from afar? Dean asks himself before he answers, "Must've gripped the glass a little too tightly, watching you up there."
Sam, not looking up at Dean, continues to work on his hand wound as the conversation continues, "Come on now Dean, I'm your little brother. I can tell by now in your voice whenever something's up." He splashes a little alcohol on the cut, Dean's hand jerks as he feels the sting, "Ah, that smarts!" Next taking out the needle and thread carefully, Sam proceeds in sewing up the wound, "You still haven't answered my question, De." Dean, looking down on him with his beautiful hazel eyes, can't continue, worrying that this might end in another fight in which he'll want to get drunk and Sam'll storm out never to be seen again until so many hours later. He just doesn't need that right now so he's going to have to tell a little white lie, "It's nothing, really Sam. I just don't know my own strength, that's all." He huffs as Sam finishes off sewing up his wound before putting the items back into the medi-kit and back into the bag.
"Oh, we're going to play "that" game, are we?" Sam asks playfully, shoving Dean gently backwards so he's lying comfortably on his back, his arms stretched out by his hips, "Okay, I'll play along but you do know, De, that I'll get it out of you one way or the other." Sam smiles, showing those perfect teeth and dimples, before leaning forward and kisses softly against Dean's luscious lips. Dean surrenders to him, allowing his brother's tongue to roam free in and around his mouth, while he rustles a hand through his hair. From Dean's lips Sam persists in tenderly kissing his stubbled chin, licking and sucking, as he hears his brother moan with pleasure. He then pulls off Dean's favourite shirt, not caring if it rips, as he sensitively caresses his chest with both hands. Taking one last lick of Dean's lips Sam then moves down to his chest, stroking both nipples before taking them into his mouth, one at a time, making sure they stay pert.
Sliding his tongue down the middle of his hard abs, Sam rings it round the bellybutton before kissing around his pelvis. Softly tugging at Dean's jeans waistband, Sam unzips them slowly before pulling them down revealing black boxers underneath and an obvious hard-on trying to escape. Not wanting it to suffer any longer, he pulls them down too as Dean's strong cock flops onto his flat stomach.
"This will get you talking," Sam murmurs as he fists the cock at its base before teasing it with his tongue, licking it every so often.
"...Sammy, huh! Sammy," Dean whimpers as his brother takes the full length into his mouth. Forcing it into his mouth a few times, Sam takes it out and licks the vein on the back, leaving his dick nicely slick, "Are you going to come quietly?" He teases again as he takes it into his mouth, Dean licking his lips as he holds him by his hair. Sam grips it again and bashes it against his tongue, already tasting his precum as it flicks inside his mouth. Once again shoving the large member into his mouth, Sam's begins to suck faster, knowing that this will cause Dean to crack. Feeling the urge to release, Dean's gasping as though he's out of breath as he nears his climax, "Sam, I'm coming!" He alerts as he pushes all of his length into Sam, the hot bodily fluid sliding in and down his throat as he attempts to swallow it all up.
Falling back onto the bed, both panting, Sam wipes his brother's load from his mouth with the back of his hand and flumps on top of him, "Now then, are you willing to talk?"
Dean doesn't answer. He knows now that what happened earlier on tonight was probably a stunt made to make him feel jealous after putting him up to it. From the window the Sun begins to set behind the building as the day slowly turns into night.