MY FINALS ARE OVER! I'm SO glad this school year is finally over. Goodbye high school, hello college!

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Chapter 7: Strip Club Dancer

The hunt itself was a piece of cake. He interviewed a few people and looked for EMF at the kill sites.

It was definitely a ghost.

He took it down without any trouble. The hardest part of the whole thing was avoiding getting caught by the cemetery guard, which still wasn't all that difficult.

He called Sam to tell him it was over, and that he'd be staying in town for the night.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because I need to get laid," Dean said bluntly. "Anything else you wanna know?"

"Uh… no."

"Great. Bye, Sammy."

Dean hung up and drove to a bar. He ordered a beer and surveyed the area. It was pretty empty, but he supposed it was still early.

"Girl trouble?" the bartender asked.

"What?"

"You've got that look."

"Oh," Dean said dumbly.

"So is it, then?"

Cas's blue eyes popped into Dean's head.

"Not exactly," he muttered.

"Oh. A guy, then."

"What? NO!"

The bartender held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

Dean grunted and took a swig of beer. He sighed.

"It's my friend Cas. Things have gotten weird between us and I don't know what to do about it."

The bartender nodded. "I see. How long have you known her?"

Dean ignored the man's pronoun and answered, "A long time."

"Do you think she has feelings for you?"

"I doubt it."

"Do you have feelings for her?"

Dean took another swig of beer and said, "I don't know."

The man nodded sympathetically. "I feel for you, man. You know, there's an exotic club around the block. If you really want to take your mind off things, it might help."

Dean hadn't really planned on that, but he guessed it couldn't hurt.

"That sounds great. Thanks."

"No problem."

Dean finished his drink and tipped the man nicely before heading off to watch some beautiful ladies dance.

The club was great for a while. After about ten minutes, the woman in front of Dean was replaced, as her shift had apparently ended.

Dean was immediately attracted to the replacement. Her hair was a brown-black and fell just past her shoulders in messy waves. Her eyes were a vibrant blue.

Dean watched her for a few minutes, and noticed something interesting. Her shirt had ridden up, and he could see a bit of black ink peeking out.

Interesting. She must have a tattoo.

Dean stared curiously until the woman finally took her top off.

When he saw it, his eyes widened and his mouth parted in surprise.

Tattooed on her back was a huge set of wings.

Dean sucked in a breath and a stone dropped in his stomach. Oh, God.

Messy dark hair. Blue eyes. Wings.

She was basically female Cas.

Dean groaned and pulled himself to his feet. He found his way to the small bar in the club.

"I'll take a shot," he grunted to the scantily clad woman there.

She served him, and he downed it, relishing the burn trailing down his throat.

Dean had a few more shots after that, and then sat down with a beer. He took a long drink and leered at female Cas.

For the next twenty minutes, he repeated the pattern, occasionally going to get a shot or two and then settling down with a drink.

At some point, he drunk dialed Sam.

"Hey, Dean."

"Hey, Sammy," Dean slurred. "I think I might've had a little too much alcohol 'cause I can't… can't remember where my motel is."

Sam sighed. "Where are you right now?"

Dean's mind felt like it was sloshing around in his head, floating in alcohol.

"Um… I dunno. There's lots of beer and pretty ladies," he said.

There was a long pause, then Sam said, "I'm sending Cas to get you. I need to pray to him, okay? So he knows where to find you. I would tell you to turn on your cell phone GPS, but I don't think you can."

"M'kay."

Dean glanced at the woman, who was finishing up her dance.

"Freaking angels," he muttered, then hung up.

He sent a short prayer to Cas, something to the effect of, "Cas, come on over here. I'm tired and I want to go back to my motel room."

Then he went to get yet another beer.

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Also: I've never been to any kind of strip club (let alone one with women dancers), so I literally made this all up from what I've seen in the movies "We're the Millers" and "The Internship". So forgive me if this is inaccurate. I didn't really want to do research to make it correct.