A/N: I do not think I will incorporate "Scarecrow" and "Faith" into the story. It would make it more complicated. I might hint at it at the end of the story. Who knows? ENJOY!
"Faith" was so awesome!
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Chapter Ten – Getting Ready for the Strip Club
Younger Amy wanted to remain in the Winchester household while John and Older Sam and Dean planned to go out.
The men prepared their suits and Dean allowed Amy to work with his tie as the two stood in the bathroom.
Amy sat on the white surface of the bathroom sink while she fixed the tie. Dean looked at his reflection with a less-than-enthused expression.
"Why do I feel like I'm going to a funeral?" Dean complained.
She smiled at him and Amy said, "Cheer up. In about an hour you're going to see women dance topless. Be a bit more cheery. I think you should moose your hair – that slick, gross look really goes along with the rich snob persona."
Dean gave Amy an odd look. "You're sure you can handle the fact that I will be in a strip club?" He was almost laughing at her.
Amy cocked her head to the side as she finished. She straightened out the tie and the collar of the black jacket. "You're just investigating. You're just looking for that evil woman who is seducing and killing men. I'm completely fine that you're going to be in an area where naked women dance. Go on. I'm fine…do I need to remind you that one of these girls kills men…"
He couldn't help but smile at her. She was cute this way. Dean moved closer to Amy so her legs were dangling on either side of his waist. He put his hands around her waist and brought his face close to hers.
"Everything will be fine, I promise," Dean whispered.
Amy sighed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nodded. Her hand reached around the back of his neck as Amy pulled Dean's face to hers. She kissed him roughly and Dean was surprised by this – his eyebrows lifted as he felt how hard Amy's lips were on his. Their passionate kiss ended quickly and Dean was left looking blankly at Amy.
"That was for when you look at some pretty, naked girl…think of me…and remember that I have retaken some old karate classes."
He smiled at her in the same Dean Winchester way. He touched her face and said, "Don't worry. Besides, what are you so worried about?"
"Dean Winchester in a strip club."
Dean tilted his head at her and said, "Chill, Amy…I mean…I have to keep my mind on work, besides, it's not like we're serious-"
"Excuse me?" Amy asked suddenly.
The bathroom seemed smaller. Dean gulped. Oh no…
"What does that mean?" Amy asked.
Change the subject. Dean thought quickly. Say something else.
"So, you think moose will help?" Dean asked quickly.
Amy crossed her arms over her chest. "We're not serious…"
Why can't you just keep your mouth shut? You idiot…
"Dean…" Amy repeated annoyingly.
"I'm keeping my mind on work…don't worry about it…" Dean repeated.
"Not that part," Amy snapped. "The whole… 'we're not that serious' thing…"
You should have just kept kissing her…
Dean smiled and he slowly leaned his face down to hers.
Amy moved her head back. "Dean?"
"Amy…" Dean said slowly.
"How do you think of me, Dean?" Amy asked. Dean looked at her oddly. "I mean…we kiss…we admitted we have feelings for each other…so…what am I? Do we have a relationship…am I your girlfriend…are we just casually dating?"
"Well, umm," Dean muttered, "we're just doing the casual thing-"
"Casual?" Amy questioned.
Dammit, Dean, you did it again…he thought angrily.
"Amy now is not the time for this…" Dean sighed. "You know what you mean to me-"
"Umm, no, not really…" Amy said sarcastically. "I know it was just a week ago that we admitted we felt something for each other…we haven't necessarily had a date…but we've kissed – a lot – and now…what?"
God…dammit…why can't you think of anything? "Ummm…" Dean thought. "I dunno…"
"Huh…" Amy thought aloud. "So…you and I are just…what? Playing around?"
"Amy-"
"Good Lord," Amy sighed. She hopped off the counter and stormed out of the bathroom. Dean followed her closely.
"I'm just another one of Dean Winchester's girls…gah…" Amy muttered.
Younger Sam, Dean, and Amy were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Older Sam stood beside them with his hands in the pockets of his black suit. His hair was brushed back nicely. He was waiting for John to come from his room when he noticed Amy and Dean abruptly leaving the bathroom.
Amy was headed toward the main hallway when Dean grabbed hold of her arm.
"Amy-"
"Dean," Amy whined. She turned around, facing him directly. "I just want to know what the hell we're doing!"
"I thought we didn't have to define things yet!" Dean shouted back. "You were the one who said that we should wait-"
"Oh, so, you were just going to drop me off in Illinois and then what!" Amy shouted back. "Go back on your demon-hunting trip and find some random girl and do whatever-"
"Hey," Dean fought back, pointing his finger at her. "Not fair-"
"You've never had a real relationship!" Amy shouted angrily. "I thought at least you'd grown up-"
"Hey, I know how to handle a real relationship, okay?" Dean protested.
Younger Sam, Dean and Amy watched the fight grow. Older Sam stood watching, unable to think of how to calm them down.
"It took a demonic possession for it to come out in the open that you had feelings for me!" Amy laughed mockingly.
"Hey, it was a demonic infection and I would have eventually told you-"
"Oh, you mean when you drove away from my apartment? What were you going to do – scream out the window?"
"GUYS!" Sam yelled above them.
Amy and Dean turned to Sam and both shouted together, "What?"
Sam took a deep breath and approached the two.
"You both need to calm down…we're leaving soon and we need to think clearly. Remember? The Temptress' powers work on those who are vulnerable to it…Dean…if you go angry or upset she can penetrate you easily…you both need to relax."
Amy huffed angrily and stuck her hands into the pocket of her jeans. Dean straightened out his jacket.
The room grew quiet until John came out of his bedroom. He closed the door behind him.
John Winchester wore a similar black suit but no tie. His hair was moosed back. He had shaved and no longer had the messy beard-mustache.
He stared at the group oddly and let out an obvious cough. "So, umm, we ready?"
Sam nodded slowly.
Dean nodded to his father's question and he turned back to Amy. She refused to look at him.
John sighed and said, "Stuff is already in the car. We shouldn't be out too late." He turned to the Younger ones. "Stay here…Amy" he turned to the Younger one, "you can stay as long as you like…I know it's a school night so I hope you kids get to bed early, alright? Amy" he turned to the Older one, "…if we have trouble we'll call…"
Amy met John's gaze and she nodded silently.
Sam gave Amy a hopeful smile. She only returned a half-grin.
John walked through the living room and grabbed the keys to the Impala. They were only taking one car. Sam followed his father as he passed Amy.
Dean continued to stare at Amy but found time couldn't be wasted. He walked passed her silently and walked out with his brother and father.
Amy heard the door close quietly behind them.
She stared at the clock and noted it was close to nine. She sighed and stared back at the teenagers who were still looking at her.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"Women," Dean hissed underneath his breath. He sat in the passenger seat while his father drove the 1997-Impala. Sam was in the backseat, fixing three black wallets with large amounts of fake one hundred dollar bills, but he couldn't help but overhear his brother's complaining.
"I mean…" Dean thought aloud. "We mean something to each other. We've established that. Now what? Titles? Do I need to get the girl a ring? A bracelet? Flowers?"
"She just wants to know where the relationship is going…" Sam offered.
Dean didn't turn but he snapped back, "Good idea Sammy, so, you have plans to hang out with Eric Trent any time soon?"
Sam rolled his eyes and laughed.
He shook his head angrily as Dean stared out the window.
"Seems like you boys have been through a lot," John noted as he drove. "Hard to imagine Amy involved with all of this."
Sam nodded. "She's had to deal with it. She's strong. She took on a man who was possessed by a dead Egyptian princess…and then she somewhat-died and destroyed the ghost for good…and then she had to deal with a haunting at this old manor…wolves…more ghosts…and we can't forget about Dean trying to kill her."
"Hey," Dean fought back, "it wasn't technically me. It was ol' Billy Walker-"
"A part of Billy Walker-" Sam tried to correct him.
"Hey," Dean protested once more. He turned slightly in his seat. "Besides…she stabbed me with a plastic icicle."
The twenty-two-year-old in the backseat merely dropped the conversation with a chuckle as he prepared their billionaire-type-wallets.
John was smiling to himself. "You boys…still fighting as always."
"Yeah well once Sammy-"
"Sam!" Sam corrected from the back of the car.
"Well, when cute little widdle Sammy…" Dean mocked, "grows up and learns how to respect his superiors…the fighting may very well cease."
"Point out my superiors and I promise to bow," Sam muttered from the back.
They continued to drive through the heart of the small town. It caught Dean and Sam's eyes.
It was another realization they were back in 1997. Dean could see the familiar diners that he and his friends used to hang around. The martial arts center was halfway down the street. Sam could see the old clock tower that was in the center of their school's courtyard.
Their eyes seemed lost on the old place. The visit to Lawrence due to Sam's vision recently had not given the boys time to reminisce. This was a literal blast from the past.
Dean sighed as he stared at the familiar places. The people walking down the sidewalks were familiar too.
They continued to drive through Lawrence. It wouldn't be long before they met the highway and were off downtown.
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"Men…" Amy mocked underneath her breath. She had just eaten something was putting a plate into the sink when she brought up the earlier conflict between her and Dean.
The Younger ones were still in the living room watching T.V.
Her eyes looked up at the black clock attached to the ceiling.
9:24 P.M.
She sighed and let out a quiet breath. Her fingers tapped against the kitchen counter.
A part of her had felt bad for blowing up at Dean. She did, after all, mention that their relationship didn't need a definition yet. But still. Casual? What did he think of her, really? Any serious thoughts? Any concerns about the future?
It's a girl thing…Amy reminded herself. We freak out about things like this…
She let out another sigh. Her head turned at the sound of someone entering the area.
Younger Amy gave the Older one a small grin.
"Hey," Amy whispered. "It's almost nine-thirty...not going home yet?"
She shrugged and Younger Amy replied, "You remember our parents…they trust us…"
Amy nodded at the memory. She sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Are you okay?" Younger Amy asked.
It was odd to stare into the face of her Younger self. This was her eight years ago. Amy just smiled and waved her hand. "I'm fine."
"I know Dean and I fight a lot," Younger Amy said. "But we always make up…it's just…I've never seen the two of you – or us – fight like that before…"
Amy tilted her head to the side. "I just hate the idea of them going…I know the three of them can take care of themselves. Who knows. Maybe it's good it's just them going…but still…I have this uneasy feeling…this Temptress problem bothers me…"
"This WHOLE thing bothers me," Younger Amy laughed. "Just yesterday I met my future self. I learned that monsters are real. And I have psychic potential. Very cool."
"It's not all fun and games," Amy reminded. "At first it's scary…traumatizing even…"
Younger Amy slowly nodded. "I don't like the idea of Sam and Dean out there either…even though they're technically not my Sam and Dean…still…they're the same…"
Amy nodded in agreement.
Younger Amy thought for a moment and she sighed quietly. "I hope they come back soon. I'm not leaving until they come back."
Younger Dean and Sam slowly came into the kitchen too.
"I'm worried," Younger Sam said slowly. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall.
Younger Dean crossed her arms over his chest as he stood beside Younger Amy.
Amy stared at Younger Sam for a moment.
"It'll be fine…your dad and, well, you guys are pros…Dean and Sam and John are going to be fine…just fine…" Amy comforted.
Younger Dean bit his lower lip and sighed. "I wish I could have gone."
"You wouldn't be able to get in," Younger Sam reminded. "Dad says young men – like twenty – get to get in…besides, he has the other us…"
"Still," Younger Dean snapped. "I should be there with Dad. You too. We should be helping him."
"Even with fake IDs you and I couldn't get in," Younger Sam fought back.
Amy sighed as she shook her head. "Dammit…" she paused. "I can't just stand here…I want to do something…I need to do something…there's this feeling now…God…"
Younger Amy nodded. She slowly looked up and met her Younger self's gaze.
"You know," the teenager offered, "you could go…"
"How?" Amy laughed. "Remember, men get in through the front – girls get in through the back…that sorta deal…"
"Exactly…" Younger Amy grinned slyly. "The best uncover job."
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9:47 P.M.
The Blossom was an infamous club known only by those who wished to go there. The establishment was rumored to be about two years old. It was run by a name called Frankie Hogs. Or Hogs as he wished to be called. The club only allowed those who were willing to pay more than five grand for an hour with one of the girls. Dancers were between the ages of nineteen and thirty-five.
It was an underground place. The entrance was meant to look like an old, small abandoned warehouse.
The black Impala was parked down the street as John, Dean and Sam walked within the shadows of the sidewalk. They were in a quieter part of downtown. The street mostly consisted of drug and grocery stores and other places owned by small families. The small street was already quietly asleep.
John straightened out the collar of his jacket as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk. "Remember. Just act like you own the place."
Sam and Dean nodded as each man was handed his own wallet filled with fake money. They stared at each other for a moment before pressing on.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening.
Amy drove the other Chevy Impala. Her hair was hanging loosely by her face in thick curls. A job well done by Younger Amy Cromwell. She wore a long black trench coat and Amy checked that her make-up bag sat beside her in the seat.
One hand fumbled with the wheel while she tried to straighten out the directions in her other hand. She stared at the piece of paper closely and sighed.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The entrance to the Blossom was well-hidden. To the average eye, it would seem to be an old store used only for unsightly looks. John led the way as his older sons followed him.
The door to the old Hickerman Warehouse opened smoothly. The three stepped in quietly as they walked through the dark room.
There was an old brown counter against the wall and empty shelves covered in cobwebs and dust. The room was dark but John seemed to know where he was going. He walked straight as soon as he entered through the front door.
Dean and Sam followed closely behind. The twenty-six-year-old remembered something quickly and his hand dived into his coat pocket. Sam watched as his older brother pulled out a pair of glasses with thin black frames. He put the spectacles on and Dean ran a hand through his somewhat-spiky hair.
John paused and Dean and Sam almost bumped into his stop. Their father whispered to them and John raised his hand and started to knock quietly against the far wall.
It turned out to not be a wall, but a door.
The door opened slowly.
A tall, tanned man wearing a thick black leather jacket and jeans answered the door. He was bald and had a dark tattoo of an eagle on his neck. He was a cross between Arnold Schwarzenegger and Vin Diesel.
"Yeah?" the bouncer asked with a strong Latino accent.
John looked at the man dead in the eye. The bouncer was at least two feet taller.
He reached into his pocket and John plainly pulled out a thick (fake) amount of dollar bills with a rubber band tied around them. John handed the money to the bouncer.
The bouncer gave an approving nod and stood aside.
John bowed his head slightly and Dean and Sam followed.
They were now in a smaller red room. John was headed toward another closed door. Sam and Dean watched as he turned the door knob and as soon as the door opened music was heard from within.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
There were no words to describe how extravagant the place was. The Blossom was almost as large as a stadium. It consisted of two floors – the top floor obviously for "deal"-making and drinking. The top floor was dark and the walls were painted black. A large half-circle-shaped bar was in the corner. Men were seen sitting down on plain black couches with gorgeous women sitting in their lap. A man, age sixty, was seen on one of these couches with a girl about twenty giving him a lap dance.
John, Dean and Sam paid no attention to the activity taking place. They walked to a nearby balcony and stairway. The three were able to see down onto the bottom floor.
The walls on the bottom floor were painted red and there was a large platform and stage where different girls danced and some even stood completely naked.
The couches were red and came in different varieties of shapes and shades. Rich business men sat comfortable in their seats as they watched the beautiful women dance before them.
Girls were everywhere. Most danced. The others gallivanted around in their thin, revealing outfits. Some of the girls' jobs only involved witnessing and serving drinks. It didn't stop the men to make a pass at them.
A group of females passed the Winchester men as they came up the stairs. They were laughing – obviously drunk – and some made eyes toward Dean and Sam.
Sam focused on the bottom floor.
"There are girls everywhere…" Sam whispered. "The one we're looking for…I think she wears all black…and she has dark brown hair…long…and green eyes – really intense eyes…"
John nodded and said, "I'll stay up here and look around. Maybe I can find Hogs and we can find this girl faster. You two stay on the bottom floor. Make your rounds."
Dean nodded and said, "Lets check in every half hour. Hopefully it won't take that long…" He suddenly stared at a beautiful blonde who passed by wearing a white bustier and bikini. "Or maybe it will…"
Sam shook his head annoyingly at Dean. "Let's just get this finished. Find the girl – and then we find each other – remember…don't be tempted…"
Dean thought of Amy. He suddenly remembered how angry she had made him. She had hurt him slightly too.
Keep it cool…you're here on a job…on a hunt…
Dean and Sam smoothly made their way down the black metal stairs.
Techno/strip music played all around them. The brothers gazed around, checking the perimeter.
"Well…" Sam sighed, knowing he and Dean would soon split. "Take care…be careful."
"You too…" Dean muttered. "Stay in sight."
The two brothers nodded at each other as they separated. Sam made his way to the stage-platform area.
Dean noticed in the far back of the room was another platform. This one had poles which girls used as they danced. He could see older gentlemen in business attire sitting there laughing and drinking.
"Time to get to work…" Dean whispered to himself.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The bouncer counted the large amounts of cash stuffed into his great palm. He smiled down at his reward and didn't stare after the old man who now entered the club.
He heard another knock at the door.
He put the money into his back pocket and the bouncer opened the door.
The beautiful woman gave him a sly grin. She wore pink, glossy lipstick and her curly brown-red hair didn't hide her gorgeous face. The black trench coat was wrapped loosely around her as she removed the jacket from her shoulders.
Amy gave the bouncer a fake smile. "I'm here for a job."
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A/N: more coming ASAP!
