Sam thought pageant girls were stupid. And this case? God, it was going to piss him off. But, this was to save lives. They had to find the creature that was killing off people involved with the pagenat. That was a plus. It made dealing with dull and irritating women worth it.

Dean, on the other hand, was excited. Saving sexy women? Hell yeah. This was his dream case.

So, they were now in the dressing room as the woman did their makeup and got ready for the swimsuit division part of the competition.

Sam and Dean were pretending to be makeup and hair stylists so they could get answers without the girls getting suspicious.

Sam was standing there when you walked up in your swimsuit and handed him a fancy hair clip.

"You're the hairstylist, right?"