Dean hated needing his help. All the Hunter wanted to do was stab the pompous King of Hell right in the eyeball and be done with it. But here Dean was again feeling far from happy.
Crowley's strangely merry looking eyes glittered as he eyed the Hunter wearing the pink satin panties. "Dean if you bend over and allow me to do the driving, there is a bonus in it for you."
"Screw you Crowley you friggin' creep. It's bad enough I have to dance for your perverted ass!"
The dapper demon waved his hand dismissively, "Fine just shake it for me pretty boy." Crowley turned the music on and "Good Time Boys" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers came blasting out of the surround sound echoing through the dungeon.
A mirror ball dropped from the ceiling and began to turn. Dean grabbed the pole and climbed his way up then leaned back clinging with his strong legs and one arm.
Crowley pulled singles from the pocket of his tailored wool pants, crumpled one up and hit Dean with it, "Come on Dean hump that pole you naughty boy."
Dean did a slow spin to the ground where he landed heavily with his boots. He rolled his eyes as Crowley balled up more singles and tossed them. The demon pulled out a hundred, "Come here Dean and let me drop this in your man pouch."
The Hunter was about to blow a gasket but when he looked over at the prize awaiting him he shook his moneymaker all the way over to Crowley then thrust out his hips.
The demon licked his lips as he pulled out the waistband on the obscenely tiny panties and took a peek, "Someone needs to do some manscaping I see."
"Up yours."
Dean was grabbed by the hips and spun around then the satin fabric was torn away, "No Dean, up yours."
Once the demon grabbed his ass Dean turned and punched him right off the chair. It had no effect but at least the Hunter felt better.
"A deal is a deal, a dance and then you let him go."
Crowley clapped his hands and all the lights came on. Dean nodded, "Impressive."
"Not really, I had a Clapper installed."
Sam was stretched naked on a medieval rack with a ball gag stuffed in his mouth. Crowley snapped his fingers and the leather restraints and gag vanished. "Go on home Moose."
Sam got up and walked stiffly over to his pile of clothing on a chair and quickly got dressed. He went to his brother and held out his hand, "Sorry Dean."
Dean cracked him on the ass then grabbed his hand, "Damn right you're sorry. No more dungeon scenes for you baby boy."
Crowley watched his two favorite Hunters walk up the stone stairway hand in hand. The demon pressed first the satin panties to his nose breathing in all the delicious smells of Dean's crotch. He dropped them then sniffed Sam's boxers and let out a pleasurable sigh.
"Until next time boys."