The Strip Club

Finally, Finally, Finally! Another chapter. I had some suggest doing a situation involving a strip club and I thought that was a great suggestion so I tried it. I hope you like it; it was an interesting one to write.

As always please review and let me know your thought and suggestions. They help keep me going.

WARNING: Spanking is mentioned. Swearing. Don't like, don't read please.

Both Sam and Dean sat on opposite sides of the booth. Dean scooted over leaving some room like he always did while Sam sat in the center of the seat automatically assuming Holly was going to sit next to Dean. Holly sighed as she looked at the empty space by Dean then cast her eyes over towards Sam.

"Move, please." Holly said trying to sound polite, but it came out more in a tired clipped tone.

Sam looked up at her confused then turned his eyes over to Dean perhaps hoping to gain an explanation, but Dean just kept his face firm. Sam turned his attention back to Holly.

"Sure." He said as he scooted over giving her space to sit down.

Holly didn't bother to look at Dean as she picked up a menu and pretended to read it. Holly had a lot on her mind and ever since Dean told her they couldn't be together the wound in Holly's heart was still painfully raw. The hurt was too much that it was even hard to look at the man let alone sit next to him.

Dinner was quiet and it was driving Sam crazy. Once Holly got up to use the restroom Sam used this opportunity to get some answers.

"Okay, what the hell is going on between you two?" Sam asked rather forcefully sounding annoyed at the lack of communication skills from both of them.

"Nothing." Dean grumbled.

"Nothing? You two have been acting weird ever since we left Iowa and I've gotta tell ya, I'm getting sick of it. You both gotta make up or something because there is no way in hell this is going to continue without it blow up in someone's face sooner or later. You know this. You gotta make it right whatever it is." Sam said with urgency in hopes to encourage his brother.

"I can't." Dean said in an annoyed regretful tone.

Sam scrunched his eyebrows together. "What do you mean you can't?" He asked in confusion wondering what Dean did that was so bad.

Dean shot a look at his brother. "I mean just that, Sammy. I can't."

"You gotta try. Did you spank her?" Sam asked wondering if Holly was upset by that, but then again Holly surprisingly doesn't sulk this long after being spanked. No, this was unusual and Sam being the intelligent person that he was knew something was wrong.

"No." Dean replied sounding almost offended.

"Holly's a forgiving person, so whatever it is…" Sam said trying to reassure his brother.

"I kissed her. Okay, Sammy. I…it just happened." Dean words came out somewhat embarrassed and flustered if not a little annoyance and disappointment in his tone.

"Oh." Sam said awkwardly not expecting that.

"Did…was she upset?" Sam asked curiously.

"No. That's just it, it was freaking amazing." Dean said sounding regretful again.

"Okay? So, then what's the problem?" Sam asked again confused.

"Me. I'm the problem." Dean snapped with frustration in his tone.

Confusion and concern were written all over Sam expression as he looked at his brother's pained face.

"Come on Sammy, you know the life we live, we can't have relationships, especially me. She'll get hurt, used, killed or worse. I told her we can't be together. Now she hates me for that." Dean said sounding frustrated which he was but he was more hurt than anything about Holly's behavior.

"She doesn't hate you. She's probably just hurt." Sam said softly trying to reassure his brother that it wasn't hate Holly was feeling.

"I screwed up big time." Dean said in a painful tone.

"Look Dean I get it, the life we live is dangerous and I respect your wishes to keep her safe, but Dean it's okay to try and have a relationship with her. I mean would you stop being my brother just because you think it might keep me safe?" Sam said trying to appeal to him through logic.

"You're my brother, my blood. With Holly I have a choice." Dean said solemnly looking up at his brother believing every word he said.

"No, you don't." Sam said way too confidently for Dean's liking.

"Excuse me?" Dean voice was deep and on the brink of getting angry.

"You might think you have a choice right now, but, Dean, you don't. If you truly have feelings for her there is not much you can do about it. I know you, Dean, and you can't hide your feelings forever. And what will be worse is if Holly decides to leave because of all this. She will be far away from us and our protection. So, think about it. Are you really keeping her safe by pushing her away?" Sam did not want to see his brother mess this up. He cared about Holly too and wanted what was best for both of them and in his mind pushing down feelings was not the way to go about this.

Before Dean could respond he spotted Holly approaching the table. He clamped his mouth shut and swallowed obverting his eyes away from her. Sam sighed as Holly sat down next to him not saying a word or bothering to look at either of the men.

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Holly, Sam and Dean walked into the Cherries Gentlemen's Club. Holly scrunched her face at hearing the loud hyped up music as the smell of alcohol and fruity perfume filled her sinuses. The flashing lights danced all over the room. The lit-up platforms on the left side of room held girls in the skimpiest bikinis Holly had ever seen dancing sensually for the seated men who looked up at them in awe and lust as they handed them bills of all kinds. Holly began to feel uncomfortable right away, this was not her thing to say the least and the very atmosphere made her want to put an extra layer of clothing. Perhaps it was dignity that made her feel this way or lack of confidence, but either way she was not at ease. She'd never been to a strip club before and she had barely walked through the door before she was ready to walk back out.

"Alright, I'm going to see if I can talk to the manager." Sam announced eyeing the bar section off to the right. "You and Holly try to blend in and talk to the customers. See if they know anything about Dellwood or have noticed anything unusual that could be useful."

Holly was about ready to protest about being with Dean, but before she could even open her mouth Sam had already left striding towards the bar. Holly looked over at Dean, not hiding the displeased look on her face in the slightest. Dean nearly rolled his eyes before looking away and sighing heavily.

"Come on." He graveled out as he began to walk over to the red couches where the men were gawking and drinking. Holly watched him as he walked away. Apparently, he expected her to follow him, but Holly was eager to disappoint and headed towards the couches on the opposite side of the platforms.

It wasn't long before Dean turned around to see that Holly was not behind him and began to scan the room. There was a rush of annoyance and worry that ran through his body. That woman was driving him crazy.

Holly approached the three men who were sprawled on the couch in a very relaxed manner. They were all in their mid to late thirties, looking like they put a lot of effort into the way they looked, but it was bit trashy and tackey looking for Holly. As Holly got closer, she could smell the stink of alcohol emanating off of the men along with a thick musk of overly potent cologne. One man noticed Holly approaching and turned his head toward her. He was leaning back slouching on the couch with both arms hocked over the back with what looked like a glass of scotch in his hand. He had black hair that was greased back and sunglasses that were low on his nose. He tilted his head down and looked up at Holly over his sunglasses. The closer Holly got the more she doubted the conversation she was about to have would be productive.

"Hey, Sweetie, you here to give us a private dance or something?" He asked in a slurred tone smiling drunkenly making him looking very unattractive from Holly's point of view.

Charming.

Holly tried not to scrunch up her face in disgust as she stopped in front of them. They were clearly drunk, but that did not make Holly any less offended that they thought she worked there. She was hardly dressed for the part considering she was wearing a pair of jeans and a green tang top, hardly stripper wear.

"No. I was wondering if any of you had heard about Greg Dellwood?" Holly asked getting right to the point, not wanting to talk to these men for very long.

"Oh yeah, that guy…" One of the men said snapping his fingers trying to regain what little thought he had left. "He disappeared." He finally concluded.

"Yes, did you know him?" Holly asked in hopes of getting some information.

"No, but I think Mini knew him." He said smiling like he was thinking improper thoughts which made Holly increasingly uncomfortable and disgusted.

"Mini who?" Holly pushed.

"Mini, the little gal who just did that sexy number in the red." He explained like Holly should have noticed. "Last girl to see Greg."

"Hey, doll, why don't you sit down here and join us, I'll buy you a drink and we can talk some more." One of the guys offered confidently, like it was obvious Holly would say yes.

"No, thanks." Holly said a little too quickly, almost interrupting the man before he finished his offer. Holly had no intention of being in these men's presence for very long, let alone sit down with them and have a drink.

"We'll make it worth your while." The man with the fedora said standing up shuffling towards Holly making her feel exceedingly uncomfortable and annoyed at the pushiness of the man.

Holly took a subconscious step back. "No…I think you've got all the entertainment you need." Holly said gesturing towards the platforms.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You're here, might as well make the most of it, right?" One of them suggested giving her a chuckle that sounded displeasing to Holly's ears.

Holly was about to respond with firmer rejection when she felt a looming presents behind her. "Hey, she said no, so back off." Dean demanded threateningly giving the men a fierce death glare looking incredibly protective over Holly.

The men standing put his hands up in surrender. "Look man, this your girl?" Holly almost snorted at the irony in that question. Holly would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to get those men off her back, but Dean was the last person she wanted to be with right now and had no intentions of hiding that fact.

"We don't want any trouble, man." The guy slurred sitting back down clumsily.

"Good. Just stay away from her and you don't have a thing to worry about, man." Dean said threateningly as he grabbed Holly by the bicep and marched her away from the men.

"Did you seriously pick the douchest guys in the whole club to talk to?" He asked annoyed with clear frustration in his voice.

Holly just glared up at him shifting her gaze for a moment to Dean's arm that was gripping into her bicep then turned back to look at him. Dean released her arm sensing that is what she wanted.

"Men at strip clubs aren't looking to have just a decent conversation with a girl." Dean explained feeling his emotions build up.

"You don't think I know that? I can handle myself just fine, Dean. You need to back off." Holly declared firmly sounding like she was preparing herself for a fight.

Dean just glared at her sternly for a long moment before clicking his tongue in annoyance. "You're going to stay by me from now on." Dean stated sternly with a tone that was highly commanding.

Holly snorted humorlessly. "Like Hell I am. I'm just trying to do my job. I suggest you do the same. Or better yet why don't you sit on a couch grab a whiskey and enjoy the show these lovely women are putting on while I do the interviews? I'm sure none of these women are looking for a commitment." Holly's words came out strong and bitter sounding both harsh and accusing.

Again, Dean was silent for a long moment which Holly took the opportunity to pin him with a severe glare. Dean was boiling inside with frustration. He knew what Holly was doing. She was trying to get under his skin and the truth of the matter was that it was working. Her comments hurt him and what was worse was seeing her look at him with such painful anger.

"Okay, listen, this is how it's going to be; you and I are going to talk to a few more people together and you're not leaving my side until we leave this joint. Once we leave you can go back to sulking and pouting all you want, but we are still on a hunt and you are going to follow my orders." Dean's low voice was extremely stern and tight like he was holding back from exploding.

"Or what, Dean, you going to spank me?" Holly asked her emotions and anger building up in herself.

Dean said nothing narrowing his eyes at her giving her a severe glower that made Holly physically swallow. However, despite that, she still managed to glare at him. Holly shook her head in angry disappointment with his lack of communication. Of course, she didn't want him to spank her, but she wanted to get some kind of response out of him. It both annoyed and hurt her deeply that he was not even giving her the courtesy of responding to her jabs. How can he be so stoic and cold?

Dean scowled at her, his eyes flickering slightly like he was actually considering dragging her outside to the Impala and fulfilling the challenge he was given.

Before Dean could respond. Sam and a heavy-set looking man came toward them. Dean didn't take his eyes off Holly until Sam cleared his throat pulling their gazes toward them.

"This is the manager…" Before Sam could finish the introduction, the man reached out his hand and shook Dean's firmly.

"George Callahan." He said in deep proud voice.

"Dean Wilson."

"And who is this?" The man asked gesturing towards Holly.

"Holly Greene." Holly replied taking the cues from Sam and Dean to not use their real names.

"So, I'm assuming that you are here for that Dancer position we got open, Miss Greene. We're planning on expanding the building and we need all the Dancers we can get. Already hired two other girls just yesterday. Business is good." Mr. Callahan said cheerfully.

Sam was the first to speak. "No, Mr. Callahan, you don't understand…" Sam said fluttering with his words like he was shocked at his offer to her.

"Yeah, no, that's…" Dean began before being cut off by Holly.

"Exactly what I was hoping for Mr. Callahan. I was afraid all the positions had been filled." Holly said politely sounding pleased.

Holly! What are you doing?! Her mind was practically screaming at her stupidity, but her emotions were taking hold and rational thought had all but left her mind.

Both Sam and Dean's head snapped towards Holly looking at her like she had two heads. Dean stared at her wide eyed in shock and pure disgruntlement. Sam was giving her a "what the fuck" look.

"Oh." He said looking at both Sam and Dean seeming unsure about their reactions. "Well that's great. If you want you can interview with Grace tomorrow, she's the House Mom. Then if you want, we can arrange an audition for you." Mr. Callahan offered with a kind of hopeful reluctance. The vibe Sam and Dean were emanating was clearly not one of approval and Mr. Callahan was not blind.

"If it'll make you more comfortable, Miss Greene, your friends can stick around and wait for you. Even come to your audition if you choose." Mr. Callahan encouraged. It was clear he was uncomfortable with the tension he was feeling from the two men and tried to ease their anxiety.

"Thank you. They just want to make sure this is a good place, don't mind them." Holly said politely dismissing them with a wave of her hand which did nothing, but make Dean and Sam's blood boil.

"Well you certainly don't have to worry our…" Mr. Callahan was cut off by Dean's clipped tone.

"Holly, can I talk to you?" Dean said in a tone that was nowhere near a request. Dean grabbed her arm and marched her away from the manager to a corner where they could talk privately.

Sam gave an awkward smile to Mr. Callahan. "Excuse us." He said marching not far behind Holly and Dean.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean demanded snapping at her immediately looking all kinds of furious.

Holly gritted her teeth in response, but managed to keep her angry in check as she explained. "I'm thinking I'm going to be able talk to the women in the back. That guy said that Mini, one of the strippers, was the last to see Dellwood."

Sam and Dean looked at each other for a moment absorbing what Holly had said. It appeared like they both were somewhat taken back by Holly's statement.

"What? You think I accepted the interview because I have this hidden passion to be a stripper?" Holly asked with thick sarcasm clearly a bit offended. Idiots.

"Yeah, no. This is not happening." Dean declared in a finalizing tone not liking the idea of Holly being anywhere near strippers let alone pretend to interview and audition to be one.

"And why not? Does me interviewing to become a stripper bother you?" Holly asked tilting her head to the side as she stared up at Dean keeping her face void of emotion. Holly knew very well that it bothered him. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, part of the reason she volunteered so quickly was because it would spark some emotion in Dean. Of course, it was because she wanted access to the women for interviews, but saying it was all because of this one reason wasn't entirely true.

Dean said nothing as he just glared down at Holly not liking this little game, she was playing with him in the slightest. In all honesty, he just wanted to grab her and high tail it out of the joint getting the woman he cared about away from a place that he found to be far from who Holly was as a person.

"No worries, just push down your feelings and I'm sure you'll find a way to deal with it." Holly said in condescending tone making her voice sound overly calm. It was clear she was mocking him in the most infuriating fashion.

Dean felt his chest tighten in pure annoyance feeling his temperature rise along with his frustration with the woman. Her jab toward him clearly affected him and the emotions could be seen all over the man's face. Holly found herself somewhat satisfied that he showed some emotion toward her comment. She wanted him to see that keeping one's emotions in check was not easy. Before Dean could say anything, Sam spoke up.

"Holly, there are other ways to talk to the women. You don't have to do this." Sam said calmly trying to show her that there were other options.

Holly sighed feeling she should perhaps explain herself better. They were on a case after all and she did have a desire to catch the son of a bitch.

"Look, I don't plan on actually going through with it. I just want to get access to the girls so I can talk to them. No offense but, I think they would more likely open up to me rather you guys, even if you were in your FBI get up." Holly explained logically.

Sam sighed shrugging his shoulders. "She has a point." Sam said looking over at his brother.

"What? You're actually agreeing with her?" Dean asked a little bit astonished that his brother was taking her side in all of this.

"Dean it's the only logical way that makes sense right now. Besides, we'll make sure she's out of there and done before they ask her to perform. Right, Holly?" Sam asked wanting Holly to give them reassurance that she was going to be quick about her interview for not only Dean's sake, but for his own. He did not like the idea of Holly interviewing to be a stripper, she was like a sister to him now and that was not something he liked in the slightest.

There was a long pause while Dean glared at both of them before running a hand over his face and sighing heavily with frustration.

"Fine, but you are only doing the interview. If they ask you to put on some skanky outfit and put on a show for them, you tell them no and get your ass out of there. Understood?" He asked in a very deep stern voice. His eyes were glaring down at Holly practically pinning her where she stood.

"I might not get all the information I need before…" Holly began trying to give herself some wiggle room if all didn't go well, but Dean had no intention of letting up.

Dean took a menacing step towards Holly making her step back in response. He glowered down at her that make her mouth snap shut. She stared up at him wide eyed. "You are only doing the interview. Am. I. Understood?" His voice almost sounded like a growl.

Holly swallowed at his piercing eyes. "Yes…sir."

Holly had no intention of auditioning for these people. This was not her scene to say the least and she was feeling increasingly nervous about the interview. She was highly uncomfortable with it, but she was not going to let Dean know that. A part of her wanted him to feel jealous and her hope was it would make him realize that his way of ignoring feelings was not going to work.

After talking to Mr. Callahan about accepting the interview under the stipulation that Sam and Dean would be waiting outside the room during the interview. It didn't seem to bother Mr. Callahan at all and was delighted that Holly agreed to be interviewed. Once they had finished discussing the details, they all walked outside the place and Holly felt like she could breathe again. It seemed like there was a small weight that was lifted off her shoulders. She was trying her hardest to not reveal her discomfort about being in a place like that.

As they were walking toward the Impala Holly felt a large firm hand on her shoulder bring her to a halt. Holly turned to look up at Sam's serious face.

"I know what you're doing." He stated looking down at her solemnly.

Holly squinted her eyes at the man giving him a confused annoyed look.

"Yeah? What exactly am I doing, Sam?" Holly asked raising an eyebrow.

"You're trying to get Dean jealous." He stated frankly.

Holly just blinked up at him keeping her face firm careful not to reveal any emotions.

"Let me give you some advice." Sam said in a deep serious tone. "You don't want Dean to get jealous. It will never turn out well for anyone. He not real pleasant when his emotions are played with."

"Yeah? Well I'm not real pleasant when my emotions are played with either. He started this, Sam. And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm pissed at him. And I'm hurt." Holly said feeling a slight pain in her chest as she turned her face away from Sam.

"I've noticed." Sam said gravely.

Holly then turned her head upwards flashing determined eyes at him. "But I also don't give up easily. He wants to play this out like nothing ever happened, fine, but sooner or later he's going crack and finally see that this is not how it works."

Sam chocked his head to the side slightly raising an eyebrow at her. "And you're going to push him until he cracks?"

"If that's what it takes." Holly said simply.

"Holly, this is not the best way to do this. Trust me, I know. You're just going to end up hurting each other more." Sam said almost pleadingly to Holly. He really didn't want to see the two of them break each other.

"Talking didn't work, Sam. What the hell am I supposed to do?" Holly asked seriously. She was desperate and she was not the type of person to just sit idly and not do anything. She just couldn't.

"Give him time." Sam encouraged looking at Holly with sympathy.

"Hey! Are you guys coming or what?" Dean shouted from the Impala.

Holly shot a bitter look towards Dean and shook her head. "Time is not what he needs. He needs a kick in the ass." She said with unnerving fortitude as she walked towards the Impala.

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The next day Holly went in for the interview feeling all kinds of nervous butterflies dancing in her stomach. Before Holly walked into the room, Dean stopped her at the door.

"If they ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you say no. You got it? After this interview thing were leaving. Sam and I will be right outside this door. If you're not out within the hour, I'm coming to get you."

Holly sighed, it appeared she needed to give him some reassurance. Even though she wanted Dean to be a little jealous, she didn't want him to be on edge for her sake. Despite getting hurt, her feelings towards the man had not changed and had no desire to worry him nor did she want him to bust in on her and ruin the interview. "It'll be fine, Dean. I'm just going to be talking to some lady. I'm not going to be pole dancing or anything."

"Just ask the questions and leave." He declared strongly.

Holly sighed again deeply as she turned away from him and walked into the room. Holly would be lying if she said she wasn't anxious and uncomfortable. In fact, she was even half regretting pushing so hard for this interview. Of course, she thought it was the best way to get the information they needed, but at the same time it was not something she was accustom to nor familiar with. And there was no doubt that half of her offered to do the interview so quickly due to the fact that it would aggravate Dean. She was now having second thoughts about how smart that was considering she was putting herself in an uncomfortable situation, but what was done was done and she fully intended to gather as much information as she could and make the most of the situation.

Holly walked back through a hallway till she made her way to the dressing room. There was a woman that looked to be in her early thirties sitting at one of the many vanities. She stood up as soon as Holly walked in and greeted her with a smile.

"Holly Greene?" She asked in a friendly manner.

"Yes."

"Amelia Brown, I'm the House Mom here at Cherries." She announced reaching her hand out towards Holly.

Holly shook the woman's hand firmly looking her in the eyes. "It's nice to meet you."

"You as well Miss Greene. Have a seat."

Holly sat down and looked up at what appeared to be a mature business woman. Her long black hair was pulled up in a tight bun and she had on modest make up that suited her face and business clothes. She had a clip board in her hand and turned towards Holly.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Holly. What made you seek out this position?" She asked looking up at Holly.

Without much hesitation Holly answered the woman as best as she could trying to sound convincing as possible.

"Well I heard about Cherries from a friend of mine who always had nice things to say about it and I have to say I'm impressed as well. I like the professionalism that's been shown and the cleanliness of the Club as a whole. I've always had a passion to dance and entertain people and when I heard about the openings, I thought I'd jump at the opportunity."

Amelia smiled seeming to like Holly's response. Holly inwardly sighed in relief. She was lying through her teeth and she was surprised at how well she was doing considering she always sucked at lying. Perhaps she was getting better at it due to the many times she had to lie on the spot convincingly over the past year.

After a few more questions Amelia asked if Holly had any questions of her own. This was Holly's opportunity to ask what she needed to and she did not hesitate.

"Have you heard about the disappearance of Greg Dellwood?" Holly asked directly.

Amelia looked up from her clip board seeming to be taken back by Holly's question.

"I know this was the last place he was seen and I don't mean to so forward in asking this, but it's important that I know. It makes me a little nervous if I'm being honest." Holly said trying to sound like a concerned employee and citizen trying to keep it related to the position.

"Yes, of course, but I can assure you Holly there is nothing you have to worry about here. All I can tell you is that the police did a few investigations and although Mr. Dellwood was last seen here there was nothing out of the ordinary nor did his disappearance have anything to do with any our employees." Amelia said clearly trying to put Holly's mind at ease, but there was something about her demeanor that told Holly she was not giving the whole story.

"I heard that Mini was the last one to see him, is it okay if I talk to her? It would put my mind at ease." Holly pushed in hopes of getting an opportunity to talk with Mini soon.

"Of course, you can talk to Mini, she'll actually be here in the next hour, but really Holly I can assure you have nothing at all to worry about. We're a very safe facility and our security is excellent and our employees are trustworthy." Amelia sounded genuine trying to reassure Holly that this was a safe place to work.

"I believe you Miss Brown. It'll just ease my worry." Holly said trying to convince her that she just needed to talk to the women and all would be fine.

"Alright, well in the meantime we can get your audition out of the way then after you can talk with Mini. She usually comes early so that will give you plenty of time to talk to her before her shift begins." Amelia announced checking a few things off her clip board.

"A-Audition?" Holly sputtered out.

"Yes, I can assure you if that goes well, I'm sure you can even start tonight if you'd like." She said smiling up at Holly with an encouraging look.

Holly's mouth was gapped open looking like a dead fish. She had not expected things to go South this quick. She thought that they would "call" her back for audition, but apparently, she did too well and the lady was already wanting the audition and even offering her to work that night. Holly's heart dropped into her stomach and nerves began to dance all through her body. She did not want to audition, but she also didn't want to miss her opportunity to talk with Mini. She was the last person to see Dellwood alive, she could be the monster for all they knew, she was the key to the whole Hunt and she was the only lead they had. Holly's mind was whirling with thoughts. Not to mention there was a huge part of her that was afraid of Dean's reaction towards her auditioning. He didn't even want her to do the interview and she actually feared what he might do considering he told her specifically not to audition. Holly did want Dean to be a little jealous, but even Holly knew this was too far, not just for him, but for herself. Dean was already jealous and she didn't want to upset Dean anymore nor did she want to dance for random strangers in skimpy underwear. Call her conservative, but she valued her body and no desire to flaunt it in front of anyone.

"Is something wrong, Holly?" Amelia asked after seeing Holly's somewhat shocked and worried expression.

"I-I just thought I would get a call back or something. I'm really not prepared." Holly said in hopes that the woman would just say she could do it tomorrow and just be able to talk to Mini.

"Oh, that's okay. We have outfits here you can barrow and I can download any music you'd like on the I-pod. It'll only take 30 seconds to a minute. We just want to get a good look at your body and manner on stage. No need to stress too much over it." Amelia said this in the most nonchalant way, acting like getting up on stage in one's underwear was no big deal, but to Holly it most definitely was.

Like Hell lady.

Before Holly could say anything, Miss Brown stood up and grabbed three outfits off a hanging rack in the corner. She hung them on the nearby lockers and pulled out a box of black six-inch heels from under the table. She turned towards Holly gesturing toward the outfits.

"Any of these will be fine. Just change into the one you like best and find a pair of black heels that will fit. After you can meet me by the main stage. Just through this door leads right to it." Amelia pointed to a sperate door to the right of the hallway where Holly initially entered from.

Again, Holly's mouth gapped at how fast everything was happening. It seemed like her brain was not processing the events as fast as they were occurring. Miss Brown began to walk out the door and Holly's mouth opened to protest, but all she got out was a pathetic – "Ah."

In all honesty, she couldn't blame the House Mother, she was just doing her job not giving Holly a chance to object and considering she was the willing participant in the interview there was nothing out of the ordinary of how the events were unfolding. Everything was just part of the process of auditioning.

Holly could have just walked out of the dressing room and told Sam and Dean she was done, but there was something in her that hated to stop just because she was uncomfortable. Lives are more important than her comfort. What if lives were lost because she was too chicken to do a dance for 30 seconds? This thought was torturing her mind.

Holly walked over to the outfits. The first one was a fire engine red fake leather bikini looking thing with metal studs outlining the top and bottom pieces. The bottom piece was the one that made Holly snap her head toward second outfit considering it was see-through except a tiny triangle that Holly was sure would not cover everything it needed too. The second outfit was literally a mesh fish net dress with a black thong offering the only covering. Holly nearly fainted, there was no way in hell she was wearing that. The third and final outfit was a black sequenced bikini with wraps that enclosed around her neck chest and waist. It wasn't modest by any means, but it covered all that it needed to.

Holly feeling somewhat disgusted with herself put the outfit on and turned to look at the mirror feeling naked. The top covered fairly well, but it was still far from anything she was conformable with. The bottoms were the worst, her butt was practically hanging out and the so-called bikini bottoms were tucking into her cheeks showing more like a thong. No matter how many times Holly tried to adjust the fabric would sink between her skin. Then a thought occurred to Holly, they are probably made to do that, it was a stripper outfit, it was not made for comfort. Holly found herself wrapping her arms around herself in a protective manner rubbing her hands over her arms. She had never worn anything like this and certainly didn't wear anything like this in front of anyone. Holly felt a little dirty and not herself at all in this outfit. She began to doubt herself for a brief moment thinking about ripping the thing off and getting into her clothes and running out to Sam and Dean, but then she remembered why she was doing this.

Just get a grip, Holly, and do what you have to do. Lives are at stake, just get through it.

Holly took her hair out of her braid and shook it out thinking that it would make her look more appealing not to mention it would give her a bit of coverage. She slipped into the black heels and grabbed her coat covering her exposed body. Without thinking too much Holly took a deep breath and walked towards the door to the stage because if she waited one more minute Holly was sure she would have chickened out.

Once on stage, Holly felt her heart drop into her stomach as the bright lights shined towards her as she pulled back the black curtains. She pulled her jacket tighter around her body. Amelia stood on one side of the stage. Holly looked out trying to see if she could spot Sam and Dean, but the bright lights of the stage were shinning in her eyes and she was not able to see them at all. Maybe they wouldn't even notice? Holly blindly hoped.

"Just take your jacket off and walk around the stage for me. No need to overdo anything, just walk with confidence. What song would you like me to play?" Amelia said calmly like what she was saying was routine.

The only song Holly could think of was an old song that she remembered from a Quintin Tarantino movie where a girl was giving a man a lap dance. Holly pictured that scene in her mind and thought that was how she would try to be. "Um Down in Mexico, I think it's called."

Amelia gave her an odd look, but then nodded her head. Before Holly knew it, the familiar song began to play over the speakers above her. Holly took a deep breath of courage, there was no backing down now, if she wanted to talk to Mini, she had to at least try to seem somewhat appealing for the position. Holly grabbed the sides of the coat and let her jacket fall to the floor then walk with confidence around the stage like Amelia asked feeling as uncomfortable as she could be masking it as well as she could.

Once the music hit the loud speakers Sam and Dean's head shot towards the main stage and what they saw nearly knocked them off their feet. Dean's eyes slowly began to widen and his heart dropped into his chest as he took in the sight before him. Holly. His Holly, was on stage in a sequenced bikini displaying herself like she was up for auction.

Sam looking just as stunned looked over at Dean slowly worried about what he might see on his brother's face. Dean's shocked face soon morphed into one of utter fury. This was not going to end well to say the least.

TBC

Oh no, Holly. Not good.

Well, what do you thinks going to happen? Lol

BTY: If anyone is curious the Quintin Tarantino movie, I was referring to was Death Proof. There is a scene where a woman does a lap dance for a man to the song by The Coasters called "Down in Mexico."

Please review and let me know your thoughts. What do you think will happen next? I have a few ideas. Think Dean will spank her?

Thank you so much for reading!