That Friday night I meet them at the bar. Dean was hired on the spot, the company impressed with his resume and background as a navy seal. Sam did a good job writing a fake resume for him. I wait inside the bar at the entrance for Sam to arrive from his motel.

He enters the room and doesn't notice me yet, his height should be an advantage. I sigh when I see what he's wearing. He sticks out like a sore thumb. He's wearing jeans and a button up plaid shirt. His hair combed back. He spots me and his eyes light up just a little. I'm glad he's far away as I blush. He walks over and speaks up "this is something else" he looks around and appears to be nervous before turning to look back down to me "you uhh.. You look great Jacks" he says rubbing a hand around his neck. I give him a weird look at the nickname he never uses.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I ask him in return, ignoring the compliment.

"I don't do...This." He gestures around and at his clothes.

I sigh again and take a few things out of my bag and drag him to a corner for more space. "Alright, first, please tell me your wearing a white shirt under that awful plaid one?" I ask unbuttoning the top button to see before he can answer.

"Yea" he says taking over and unbuttoning the rest. He takes it off and gives it to me. I throw it to the side "hey" he gives me a look.

"You have like 50 of those. Forget about it!" I say untucking the shirt quickly. He adjusts oddly as I do. I find a small hole in his jeans and rip it wider. I pull out a razor I hid in my outfit and distress a few other spots on his jeans.

"You have a razor?" He asks me.

"You'd be surprised what girls carry around with them" I say finished up with the pants. I pull out the neon ink I used on myself and put a design on his right arm. I move to his left arm and he still stands stiff and uncomfortable. "you need to loosen up Sam. We're here to find this bastard and we can't stick out!" I say finishing up. I reach up to his face and draw some lines and dots under his eyes. I get off my tip toes and step back. "That'll do, I guess" I say putting the things back into my bag. I look back up and shake my head in disagreement.

"What now?" He asks shrugging looking down at his arms, obviously uncomfortable.

"Can you come down a bit?" I ask waving my hand up and down to get him to lower his body. He does and I run my hands through his hair messing it up a bit. I finish and he stands up. "Bed head. Perfect" I say feeling accomplished. "If only it took me 4 minutes to get ready" I laugh. "Ready to go in?" I ask.

"I guess" he says. I lead us through the underground tunnel and into the bar.

We walk straight to the bar and order drinks. Sam sticks with beer and I order a vodka red bull. Sam pays the 16 dollar bill and we walk off to the side of the club. We observe for awhile but notice nothing. Dean walks over to us a while later, suited up as security with an earpiece in his left ear.

"This place is awesome!" He says when he walks up to us.

"Find anything interesting yet?" I ask him. He shakes his head no.

"Us either" Sam says back to him.

"Well why don't you too stop being flies on the wall and get in there. Do some recon!" He pushes Sam forward with his hand. Sam gives him a look and Dean walks away.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. I'm gonna dance, see if anyone is acting weird or drugged without permission" I tell him smiling.

"Fine. I'll go this way" he gestures the opposite I direction.

"Meet me back at the bar in like 2 hours." I say walking away.