High Class
Stripper AU

Summary: Dean has no choice but to work here, it's this or the gang takes Sammy as payment. It could be worse, he could be working the back rooms. It all comes to a crashing end when the police raid ends up changing his world forever.

Authors Note: The world you are about to read about isn't laid out for you, what you need to know is that John racked up bad debts then couldn't pay and was taken out. It didn't cover all the debts and Dean was taken into the fold to help collect the rest. John owed about half a million, Mary still died and he chased the killer down at cost to the family. Dean has been working as a stripper for Meg going on two years and while Meg has as soft spot for him her father and his working partners enjoy him for other reasons. This is where the story starts, its dark and not everything is welcome but again there is no sex as promised.

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Dean hates Thursdays, they were the worse nights he worked. It was the night that the main crew started to roll into the club and they were rougher than the others. It didn't help that Meg couldn't stop them as she didn't have any hold over her Father and his lieutenants. Azazel, Lilith, Alastair, Samhain, Crowley, Belial, Abaddon, Astaroth and Ruby all around a large open table. It faced the stage and was the closest to the bar. It also offered a private stage for those around the table, which is where Dean ended up on Thursday and Fridays.

He hated almost every moment of it, the only thing that made it half decent was the music that he got to dance to. He was able to block out most of their comments for the first dance. He moved confidently across the small stage as the beat of the song started to pick up. It offered a chance to tease and tempt the audience before the real show started. The worst was these clients paid for the spotlight to be lit up, there was a reason Dean didn't get on the main stage. As much as stripping was his current life choice he hated every second of it. The attention, the touching, talking and faking, it was a constant act.

At least the shows were worth the pain, which was about to start as the first song ended as Dean's top fluttered to the stage. When the first slap landed he was more stunned than anything else, he had been focused on moving his hips in time with the music and making the removal of his pants something sexy and not something he did way too often. He can taste a small bit of blood from the ring on Belial's hand.

"Faster if you want tips tonight, I'm not in a playful mood." Dean nodded and made quick work of the his pants and ended the second song starting to lose his boxers when he got the second slap and the attention of one of the "bouncers" not that they would move on this group. He was to ensure they didn't kill Dean while they had their fun, he winced remembering the last time they hadn't been in a playful mood.

"He isn't the only one here, respect all of your owners." Alastair growled lowly in warning to the young man and Dean was frozen for the moment his hand stopping at the top of his thong playing with it. Knowing he couldn't please everyone and had to judge who was best to please and who was lease likely to beat him to near death. He left the thong on and started to go back to dancing knowing by the looks he was safe to keep on some clothes yet. He let himself get lost in the third song and was moving the thong up and down his thigh when he was pulled onto a lap and couldn't hold back the surprise that formed in the sound of a squawk.

The men all laughed as Astaroth and Ruby ran their hands over the trapped stripper as Abaddon pinned him into her upper body using the muscle that came with murdering families daily. It was something Dean couldn't complete against, he just worked out to look nice. He knows that the night can only go downhill from here. At least his contract forbids them from taking pretty much the only thing they hadn't yet. His dignity so to speak, at least in the case of him selling his body. Didn't mean they couldn't touch, just couldn't poke and prod.

He was being passed to Crowley when a man approached the group. Dean held his breath as Lilith stood and stepped between Dean and the new man. Dean had heard the request for a private dance with him but the man was insane, you didn't bother these men and woman. It just wasn't something you did, he licked his lips; wondering if the other man was a moron or brilliant. The tension meant their focus was on something that wasn't Dean and he couldn't complain about that until both Crowley and Alastair remembered they had Dean.

They both knew what drove Dean crazy and loved to poke the young man over the edge. Crowley had once told him that it was "bloody well brilliant to watch you fall." Dean hated when they pushed him over the edge and they did it almost every time. Stroking just right and teasing together until he felt himself uncomfortable and only when it was at the worst moment would Azazel take him into his own lap. It was like every other night, all but the protesting man. Complaining that he wanted a turn with the pretty eyed one, the others were getting ready to fight; or rather beat to death this man. Then everything exploded around him.

There is an explosion and the room is spinning and he can't hear anything, he was sure that was a flash bang but he wasn't sure he remembered everything from before. He shook his head but wasn't able to clear it, he felt an arm pulling him and figured that if there was a raid going down then he needed to get out no matter what that meant at the moment at let the other grab and pull him out of the room.

The pulling didn't stop as they took a few turns and Dean tried to take his arm back and slow the pace. Wanting to catch his breath and try and regain his vision he feels sick when the arm holding onto him refuses to let go and he blinks trying to get his eyes to water and help clear everything that is bothering his vision. He needed his eyes to fight.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," Dean knows that voice, it's Alastair and Dean knows that this can not be allowed to leave the club, he had seen the aftermath of private sessions with Alastair and he doesn't want to be the man's slave. Which would be what he'd end up being if they left this club together, with that thought in mind he shook the other off of him trying to imagine where the other man's weak points would be. The first swing clearly is a miss when he hears the slightly taller but lanker man chuckle.

"Is that the best you got?" he taunted and Dean could only smirk readjusting thanks to the new location and while the blow is weak it does land. "Oh, kitty wants to play." Knife pulled from some hidden pocket, Dean knew that he would end up missing on a milk box.

The next few minutes are confusing at best but almost terrifying for Dean who can only hear fighting that had spilled into their location. Alastair and someone else were fighting in the space around Dean, he could hear panting and Dean tried to use the small time to clean his eyes and it worked slightly. He was able to make out more than blurs when he looked again.

He can make out the mystery man from earlier shooting the man that had haunted Dean's dreams for months now. Blue eyes meet green and Dean tipped his head slightly to the side and watched. His vision greatly improved but still not 100 percent, black hair and what appeared to be pretty face. Black clothes and what looked like a badge, Dean knew his eyebrow raised half way up his forehead.

"Let's get you out front and cleaned up huh?" Pretty face offered, followed by a hand . Dean almost winces as the kindess in the offer, it had been so long since he had simple kindess just offered for no reason other than to offer. It was so off he couldn't help but ask.

"Am I going to jail?"

"Did you want to be here?"

"Not really."

"If I asked a magic eight ball it would probably say hazy ask again later. At least if that is your answer."

"What?"

"Never mind, I need more from ya kid. What does not really mean?"

"I would rather dance here and suffer than let them get my brother and kill me."

"Fair enough, then no you aren't going to jail."

"Awesome," Dean pauses for a moment wondering really what could happen from here. "So why did you try and save me?"

"You seemed out of place."

"Thanks I think," Dean wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not at this moment,

"You are welcome, now shall we get out of here?"

"Yeah, I'm good to go." Dean stated as he stepped over the cooling body and headed towards the front smiling softly when the officers long jacket finds its way over his shoulders to help cover most of Dean from view. "Thanks."

"I would like to avoid further fist fights for your virtue this evening."

"Hey!" came the light protest and friendly chuckle that started between the men as they pushed open the doors onto a new life.

END