Hunting doesn't pay bills. Hell, when you spend most of your free time exorcising demons and other freaks of nature, you don't have much time for a job.

So, Dean signed up to be a "special dancer". When he'd first told Sam, he'd laughed. Which was to be expected. Damn ice cream scoop haired jackass liked to be a little shit whenever he could. Dean had been nervous to start out with - hell, anyone would. But the tips...? Any embarrassment he might've had vanished in a heartbeat.