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Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but I've been in Michigan for a week at the Jr Olympics so I've been kinda busy. Not sure when the next chapoter will b, because I'll be on a boat for a week straight next week, then I'm doing GISHWHES the next week, then school starts :/

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Dean sat back, face slowly draining of emotion and brow furrowing. 'Did he just….'

"Wait… what?"

Crowley rolled his eyes, muttering to himself. "Are you two monkeys deaf? I said I wanted you to be my two new dancers! We have two spots open. You are two handsome young men. Perfect fit!" He looked expectantly back at them, setting his tumbler on his knee and linking his fingers together. His x-ray stare was really starting to give Dean the creeps.

"We've never… uh… we don't know how to do… that." Sam stuttered, eyes wide. Why would Crowley even think that they could?

Smirking once again, Crowley picked back up the glass and gestured at them with it. "Look at you- you're good-looking and strong, you can learn how. From the best!" Sam furrowed his brow, looking down at his lap, seemingly in thought. It's not like either of them had steady jobs, and to be honest, they had both enjoyed the show tonight in one way or another…. Sam's wandering musing came to a halt as Dean snorted.

"Wait wait wait, why are we even discussing this?" Dean asked incredulously, leaning forward. "I mean," he laughed dryly, "we," he gestured to the two of them, "are not strippers." He made to stand up, putting a hand on Sam's shoulders. "Come on, we're done for the night." He turned and stormed out, a sour feeling in his gut. It wasn't offensive, really- hell, the guy just offered them a well-paying job basically on looks alone. It just… unsettled him, is all. He wasn't gay, and dancing every night for gay men and hormonal women didn't appeal to him. But it didn't help his tangled thoughts when he thought back on the performance earlier and how talented this guys really were. He twisted his lips, running his hand over his face.

Back in the office, Sam stood up, shooting Crowley an apologetic look as Dean walked out the door. "Look, thanks for the offer and the drinks. You have a really nice club." He awkwardly waved a little, rolling his eyes as Dean impatiently called his name. Why was he always the one trying to clean up Dean's rudeness?

As Sam turned and walked out too, Crowley called out, "You're welcome back any time, boys. The offer still stands!" He sat back in his chair, a smirk playing along his lips as he fiddled with the glass in his hands. Sam could feel his eyes on his back all the way out the door.

Dean stood waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall, a scowl on his face. "I can't believe that guy. Why would we want to be strippers? It's not a real job…." he grumbled as they started walking down the hallway, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had seen Sam thinking about it, and he'll be damned if he starts thinking about it too. No matter which issue he came up with against accepting the offer, there was always a taunting voice in the back of his mind, saying things like 'You'd be good at it,' and 'You liked the show, didn't you?' It was enough to irritate him beyond belief.

Sam, meanwhile, was thinking about making it work. They had done stranger things for money when he was growing up. And from what he saw, it was a respectable club, not some skeezy joint. There must be rules and stuff they could work out to be comfortable. Crowley seemed to want them enough. But from the look on Dean's face, Sam knew better than to try and discuss it now- he was still heated from Crowley's offer. They walked in silence, each immersed in his own thoughts.

Halfway down the hallway, they jumped to the side as the door on their right swung open, almost hitting them. A women stepped out, still giggling, almost tripping in her heels. Her skirt was extremely short, a corner of it lifted up and tangled with her skirt. Her bright green underwear was clearly visible. Not that Sam was looking….Her strappy shirt was hanging off a shoulder, and her hair was tangled in the back, She stumbled, almost running into Sam, and he steadied her so she didn't face plant into the carpet.

The next person through the door was one of the strippers. He had curly dark brown hair, flashing brown eyes, and a pair of blue and black wings dangling from his fingers. "Oh, hello! I'm Raguel." he greeted, smiling slightly. He had a black button-down shirt on, the buttons undone, over a pair of jean shorts. "Sorry, I already have another customer waiting, but after that…." he shrugged, smile growing wider, looking them both up and down.

Sam's eyes widened. He had thought prostitution was illegal! After a moment of confusion and slight panic, Crowley's earlier words came floating back to him- 'private rooms are to be discussed with the dancers only.' He coughed harshly. So it was all 'hush hush' if it happened? His willingness to try and make it work here was knocked down a few pegs.

Dean shifted uneasily, giving a little cough. "What? No, no no no… we're not… I mean… thanks, but… um…" He shook his head, abruptly turning around. "Come on, Sam!" he snapped. Sam shrugged at the dancer, smiling a little as he followed Dean to the stairs. Raguel watched, his brow furrowed slightly, before heading back into the room to clean up the pillows thrown across the room. The women left after slipping two crumpled hundreds into his pocket, a dazed look on her face.

"Geez, everyone in this joint is nuts." Dean muttered as they spiraled down the stairs. Sam huffed a laugh behind him, already looking out onto the floor. The dancers were still milling among the customers, although it looked like there were a couple missing. 'They're probably upstairs.' Sam though, wrinkling his bartender was still mixing drinks, and from here Sam could see the bouncer- Hellhound?- lurking in a corner, watching out for trouble-makers. Suddenly, he bumped into Dean (who had stopped walking at the bottom of the stairs), almost falling over the side. "Dude," he said, poking him.

In front of Dean was the dancer in the trench coat. He had almost run into Dean on his way up the stairs, but had stopped just in time. "Excuse me," he said, surprising Dean with how deep and gruff his voice was and damn his eyes were blue. Dean caught himself spacing out a bit, inwardly shaking himself.

"Uh, sorry." Dean said. "I'm Dean." he said, holding out a hand and putting on a smile. Sam raised his eyebrow as he watched the exchange. The dancer just tilted his head to the side, a slight squint in between his eyes, staring at him. Dean withdrew his hand, clearing his throat and shifting. Sam poked him again, harder, still stuck on the small staircase.

"My name is Castiel." the dancer finally replied, nodding slightly. "Now if you'll excuse me…." he murmured, not taking his eyes off Dean as he moved towards the stairs. Sam pressed his back against the railing as Castiel brushed past him, almost falling over yet again.

"Dude, what gives?" Sam hissed as he was finally allowed to step down off the stairs. Dean had had that look on his face, one that usually ended up with Sam hanging a sock on the door and sitting outside the hotel room for an hour or two.

Dean looked back at him, brow furrowed. "What?"

"Why'd you just freeze up like that? I almost fell off the stairs." Sam complained, his shoulders brushing up against others' as they made their way towards the door.

"I did not freeze up." Dean retorted. "The guy was in my way, I stopped, we talked, end of story. Isn't that what people normally do?" And if the guy happened to be pretty good-looking and an amazing dancer, then so what? He could talk to who he wanted to, couldn't he?

Sam glanced down at him, one eyebrow raised. "Normal people don't introduce themselves to a stripper like that, Dean. If I didn't know any better…." he shook his head, the idea surfacing in his mind making him want to make fun of Dean even more.

Dean stopped again, turning to face Sam. "If you didn't know any better what?" he demanded, frowning at him. Suspicion and annoyance were easily visible on his face.

Sam blew a breath out, shrugging, a small grin playing along the edges of his mouth. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to flirt with him." he answered, lips twitching as his smile became more pronounced.

Dean stared at him for a second before glaring, shaking his head, and turning back towards the door. "I was not flirting with him- he's a male stripper for god's sake. I was just being nice." He almost ran into the guy, so he might as well try and shake his hand and talk to him. Sam was just messing around, as usual.

"Well you weren't nice to the other two strippers that we've met." Sam pointed out helpfully, flinching as Hellhound appeared out of nowhere to open the door for them. He tried to remember the strippers' strange names. "I mean, with Haniel you were just kinda rude," he added, ignoring Dean's indignant face, "and with Raguel you looked like a deer in headlights."

As they crossed the dark and abandoned street, Dean pshed, taking out the keys to his baby. "I was not a deer in headlights. It's just… strange, is all, having another guy hit on you." he explained, sliding into the car. He's had that happen before, plenty of times. It never failed to make him uncomfortable.

Getting in the car, Sam chuckled. "I dunno Dean, you looked pretty spooked to me. And I know what your flirting smile looks like. I've seen you use it hundreds of times on girls, and you definitely tried it on Castiel." he said firmly. He grinned smugly at the dawning of confusion and surprise that washed over Dean's face. He could almost hear the panicked thoughts inside his brother's head.

Dean was rigidly reviewing the interaction. Well shit- did he use the same smile on Castiel? If he did, it was definitely unconsciously. Definitely. He doesn't swing that way. Nope, he likes boobs as much as the next guy. And a nice butt. Although, if he had to guess, it looked like Castiel had a ni- how about no. He sharply cleared his throat.

"So, Sammy, did you find any stripper boys to your liking?" he asked, deftly changing the subject as the engine roared to life, coaxing a small smile onto his face.

Sam turned towards him, sporting one of his famous bitch-face. "Yes, Dean, I met a male stripper tonight and he made me forget all about Jess." He rolled his eyes, turning back to look out the window as the lit-up city buildings whooshed past. "We'll be as happy together as you and Castiel." he mumbled after a second, a small smile coming onto his face as Dean glared at him.

"Shut up!"

"Hey, guys! Crowley wants to talk to all of us before we leave tonight!" Camael called down the hall, pulling his t-shirt over his golden hair. A few groans could be heard from the dressing rooms as the dancers gathered their clothes and bags, all of them wanting to go home.

In Gabriel and Castiel's room, Gabriel dramatically slumped into his chair and moaned loudly. "All I want is to go home and eat and sleep!" he wailed, kicking childishly at his bag of clothes on the floor. A small grin played on Castiel's lips as he pulled on his sweater. His bag was already sitting at the door, costume and wings packed inside. He had been hoping to get home a bit early tonight, but obviously that wasn't happening.

"Come, Gabriel. The quicker we go, the quicker we can leave." he intoned, stooping down to grab his bag on the way out the door. He heard Gabriel heave a sigh and follow him, albeit slowly. Out in the hall he could see the other dancers slowly leaving their rooms, heading down the stairs. He fell in step next to Ariel, who was normally always with Azrael.

Ariel glanced up at him, a small grin already on his face. "Azrael was taking too long to leave." he explained, seeing Castiel's confused expression. "Besides, he's in a bad mood. Dunno who pissed in his cereal…." They both chuckled, knowing Azrael was famous for his somewhat-dangerous mood swings. Looking down, Castiel could see a black and white tip of Ariel's wings sticking out of his bag.

"I don't even know what this meeting is going to be about. We didn't have any fights or problems. It was a good night!" Michael complained as he came up behind them. He was dragging his dark brown wings behind him, his mouth thinned in annoyance. "I swear, that Scottish bastard just loves to keep us here when we don't have to be."

"Michael, just shut up! No one wants to be here, so just quit your bitching." Azrael shouted from the back of the group. Michael clenched his jaw, but didn't say anything else as he sped forward towards the stairs. Castiel listened silently, a frown furrowing his brow. Ever since Metatron and Sandalphon had been murdered, all of the dancers and been more touchy and on edge. It was understandable, but regrettable. Tensions were too high between the dancers.

As they all trooped down the stairs, they saw even Balthazar and Hound were sitting with Crowley at a table. The dancers filled in seats around them, forming a large circle. Once they were all seated- and Gabriel and Lucifer stopped poking and pushing each other- Crowley stood up. "Hello, boys." Various greetings were mumbled. "So, as some of you knew- though apparently not all of you-" he began, shooting a look at Camael, who rolled his eyes, "we had two special guests tonight." Jophiel and Haniel began muttering to one another, while Raguel was rapidly whispering to Uriel. Grudging curiosity was swelling throughout the group.

As Castiel watched Crowley gesture for silence, he narrowed his eyes in thought. Two special guests… he didn't see anyone unusual tonight, mostly just the regulars. Unless…. "They were two boys, brothers. One was about moose size, though I actually think he was the younger." Crowley shook his head once, smirking. Castiel's eyes widened, surprise shooting through his system. So the guys he ran into on the steps were Crowley's "guests". Why were they special? They looked like regular patrons, although coming with your brother was unusual, he supposed.

"Anyway, I offered them the two open spots." Crowley announced without preamble, interrupting Castiel's meandering thoughts. The small group erupted. People were loudly muttering amongst themselves, some were even shouting above the din. "Have they ever even preformed before? I mean, we don't even know who these guys are!" Zadkiel's voice rose above the rest, and the other dancers simmered down. Zadkiel stood up, his brown hair glinting blonde in the dim lights. "Come on, we all worked our asses off before even showing up, and now they're just going to come in here with us?"

"Hey, he didn't say that they accepted the offer!" Jophiel called out from his seat. Various agreements and disagreements broke out again, and Crowley paced in the middle of them, looking amused as he rolled his ever-present tumbler of scotch in his right hand. Castiel stayed silent, looking down, just thinking.

The two brothers were definitely good looking enough, and they looked strong enough to become good dancers. But it sounded like they had never danced before, and judging from the angry whispers all around him, that was a major problem. Before they were allowed to preform here, they all had to go through a difficult audition and rigorous training to meet Crowley's standard of quality. It had been extremely hard and tiring, but they were all the better for it. Somehow he didn't think that the two had accepted the job. Although, the one who had introduced himself to Castiel- Dean- was someone that Castiel found he wouldn't mind dancing with. But, first of all, "Did they accept?" he called. The other dancers fell silent, wanting to hear the answer.

Crowley paused, turning to face him. "Well, not as of yet. But there is no doubt in my mind that I have found our next two dancers." Castiel narrowed his eyes, but Uriel voiced his question before he could.

"How do you know that they'll accept it? From what others were telling me, they were… uncomfortable with the ones of us that they met." His sharp British accent cut across the group, and his arms were crossed expectantly, one blonde eyebrow raised.

Crowley sighed, barely suppressing an eye roll. "Because I know people. I can read them, I can manipulate them. How do you think I crawled so high in the business world?" That earned a few chuckles. "Dean and Sam may not know it yet, but they were amazed at what they saw tonight. And this was just a regular show! It'll bring them back, again and again, until they realize that they do want to do it. In fact, I'd bet my life that one- or even both of them- are as… sexually fluent as you lot." he finished with a snicker. There were a few more chuckles, and the angry mutterings had mostly died down. "Once they accept, they'll go through the same training that you did. Hell, I'll even get a couple of you to train them. Fair is fair is fair. Anything else?" Crowley glanced over the group, eyebrows raised. "Well, if there are no more questions, you lot can go. See you tomorrow, boys." With that he turned around and jogged up the stairs, most likely going to gather his belongings before leaving.

The dancers stood up, talking quietly amongst themselves again. Castiel caught snatches of their conversations, though, and they were mostly about the Winchesters. Some, like Raphael and Haniel (who were known for being some of the kindest people here), were musing about when the brothers would be back, and when they would accept. Others- mostly Azrael, Camael, and Zadkiel- were still angry about the "easy ride" the brothers were going to get. Most, though, seemed to be in favor of giving the boys a chance. Castiel was one of them- he was excited to have new dancers join, and he was excited to see the Winchesters again. Anyone who attracted that much attention from Crowley had to be incredibly interesting, and if the small interaction with Dean had anything to show for Castiel, he would not be disappointed.