Part 2 – if the shoe fits
"Well hellooo ladies!" Bobby and Rufus laughed their asses off.
Sam bitchfaced.
Stupid high heels.
Stupid Dean.
Serve him right if he slipped and broke his damn ass.
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"Ditch the bitchface," Dean hissed in Sam's ear as they neared the club. "You're supposed to look pretty, for cripes' sake."
Wonder of wonders, they got in. Doorman dude had to be blind as a bat.
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Two minutes later Sam felt a hand slowly slide up his back. His right hand curled into a fist.
"Hello, sweetness," the guy murmured. Those cold blue eyes flashed at Sam.
Everything went dark.
Two more to go.