So so so so so sooo sorry for the wait. I'll have to work on updating more often. Anyway, here is a new chapter. Special thanks to
yuzukikuran476 for reviewing. I'll try to get some other things updated within the week. Love you guys, :*

Dean POV

We crept silently into the dark building. I gestured for Sam and Blackie to follow me as I scanned the premises. A suspicious rustling noise behind me drew my attention. I held up my hand and stalked toward the noise.

"OW FUCK!" A loud scream came from around the corner. I slowly slunk over, peeking around the corner. A familiar girl lay in a pile of boxes, dressed in stockings, something that resembled a bikini and a pair of black stilettos. She huffed angrily to herself as she pulled off the heels and began walking towards me. She walked straight into my chest and screamed. She threw one of the stilettos at my head and proceeded to hit me repeatedly with the other.

"Hey, woah woah woah," I grabbed her arms to restrain her. "Calm down," She eventually relaxed. I head stifled laughter behind me.

"Don't laugh, she's vicious," I hissed at them.

"She's just a hooker Dean," Sam smirked.

"I'm. Not. A. Hooker." Her voice was soft but somehow caused my brother to cower in the corner.

"Yeah Sammy, just a hooker," I chuckled. She squirmed in my grip prompting me to release her. I let her go and stepped a few feet back cautiously.

"What's your name sweetheart?" I smirked suggestively, my eyes raking her body.

"Back off asshole," she shoved past me. "I have work to do,"

"You can call me whatever you like baby, but the name's Dean," She turned to say something, but she was interrupted by running into a wall.

"Oh god," She snarled.

"The name isn't god, but close enough," She rolled her eyes and jogged down the hallway,

"Whatever,"

"What's your name baby?" I tried one last time.

"Rose!" She yelled before disappearing down the hall. Blackie let out a low whistle, but I ignored him.

"Come on, there isn't a werewolf in here," they trailed after me. Our little trip was interrupted by a shrill screech.

"May the power of christ compel you!"

"Oh my god," I sighed, turning and running towards the feminine voice.