Title: I Got One Confession, I Love Depravation

Author: BlazeorFade

Rating: M

Summary: Sam competes for a trick. Its Hustler!Sam. In this AU they're not hunters just street kids.

Disclaimer: Nope, no ownership here.

Sam leaned against the bar wall waiting, watching the crowd. When he saw a potential John look his way from across the room, he folded his arms behind his head, knowing full well his tight shirt would ride up, teasing his man. He smiled at the man, who was a suit that easily cost more than he paid for a month's rent, and lowered his lids in invitation. The mark grinned and started towards him. Half way there he was intercepted by a kid Sam had seen lurking around the bar before. Sam growled as the pretty faced redhead 'bumped' into his meal ticket, teasing his hand over the man's arm as though to steady himself.

The kid walked to a booth and slid backwards, cocking one leg up on the table in a blatant display. The mark looked between Sam and Red. Sam shot a warning look at the kid. This was his, he could find his own. The red haired boy just gave him a cocky grin and licked those too full lips. Sam saw their guy take a slow step towards the competition and got proactive. He pushed off the wall and sauntered to Mr. Thousand Dollar Suit, positioning himself between him and Red.

"Hi." Sam said a low, husky voice.

"Hey." The man replied.

"You here alone?" Sam asked, knowing full well he was, just playing the game.

"No." Red said behind them. Suit looked behind Sam with a lecherous grin.

Sam turned and glared at the kid, he was too young to be hustling, especially if it meant he was cutting in on Sam's territory. Sam opened his mouth to say something scathing when he got a good look at the kid.

Too pretty. Way too pretty, prettier than Dean even. Sam knew that he wasn't looking at a boy, but a girl. Some long buried shred of decency in Sam reared its squeaky clean head and he made a decision that would mean not eating for a couple of days.

"If I were you I'd leave right now." Sam leaned in close to whisper in the John's ear. "Cause you see me and my partner are working vice and you wouldn't want to explain this to your wife." Sam ran a finger around the gold band on the man's finger.

The man went very still, nodded shakily and bolted as fast as his four hundred dollar Italian shoes would carry him.

"What the fuck did you say?" Red snarled jumping to her feet. Sam caught her elbow as she made to chase after the man.

"Told him we were cops and words gonna spread fast, so we better get out of here." Sam said steering her with his whole body towards the exit. He had to meet Dean in an hour and that little game meant they had to live off of whatever Dean made on his knees that night.

"Let go." She said jerking away unsuccessfully.

"Its not safe for a girl to be in this side of town at night." Sam said. Her eyes widened for a second and she pulled out of his grasp again. He saw the briefest twitch of fear in her eyes. He got it, it was better to be taken for a guy in some places.

"I'm not gonna rape you." He said bluntly. She gave him the hairy eyeball and started walking. Sam walked parallel to her keeping as much space between them as the sidewalk allowed. She kept one eye on him the entire time.

"Where we going?" She asked.

"You're pretty trusting." Sam said.

"No you just owe for that shit you pulled." She replied.

"You got a name kid?" Sam asked.

"Eric." She replied with a cocky smirk. Sam rolled his eyes. Oh yeah Dean was definitely going to like this kid. Maybe he wouldn't give him hell for bringing home strays.

"You got a name?" She asked.

"John Bonham." Sam replied. She snorted and gave him a nod. He returned the gesture and they kept walking.

-FIN