You’ve done many things for an undercover operation with the Winchesters, but pole dancing sure as hell wasn’t one of them. Until now.

You’d only been putting on your show for a minute, money already being thrown, when you notice Dean, front and center with that shit-eating grin on his face.

But one of the men beside him whistled a bit too loud for his liking, and Dean shot him daggers before turning back to you.

This would be interesting.