Fandom - "Supernatural"
Title: 'Strapped For Cash'
Author: mands_angelfox
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean
POV: (character's point of view) Both the Winchester boys
Word Count: 1,318
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I know of
Summary: They're desperate for cash and this is Dean's solution, Sam doesn't like it
Warnings: Contains swearing
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'Strapped For Cash'
“Remind me why we’re here again,” Sam hissed low and conspiratorially as hazel eyes narrowed into slits and found the familiar cocky grin plastered across his smug bastard of a brother’s face.
Dean smirked, slow and easy. “To escort some fine upstanding ladies to a black tie event.”
Sam simply snorted, “The real reason?”
Dean cleared his throat, barely resisted the urge he had to pull on his collar and ease up the knot in the tie that seemed to be choking him. Fucking monkey suits. “We need the money, Sam.”
Sam groaned, rolled his eyes and then whined. “Do we really need it bad enough to play toy boys to a pair of lonely wealthy men’s wives?”
“Yes,” The easy answer because when faced with reality it presented this: No new card for another two weeks, no bills in his pocket, no one to hustle for money and he had mouths to feed, more importantly he had Sam’s mouth to feed. Given the choice between a little knock to their pride and a small afrront to their dignity and Sam starving? Dean would pick option number one.
Then he heard them, the tell tale sound of high stiletto heels clicking against a marble floor and he nudged his brother in the side, “Stand up straight and smile.”
Sam mouthed the words: “Bite me” before he turned to face the women that had basically bought them for the night and plastered on his best fake smile complete with teeth. Dean had better make this night worthwhile.
“Ladies, you look beautiful.” Dean muttered without breaking a sweat, striding forward with a familiar swagger in the way that his hips moved. Each hand was collected and blessed with a kiss until his lady of the night, the blonde, drew him away.
The brunette however latched onto Sam with all the force a giant squid might use when attaching itself to the hull of some ship out at sea. He gave her a smile or as much as one as he could fathom given his discomfort and then spent the next five minutes glaring daggers at the back of his brother’s head.
His only real consolation? His brother looked uncomfortable and he couldn’t stop yanking at that tie. Aha, take that Dean. He sniggered under his breath but promptly stopped when the brunette looked at him with a very odd look on her face.
Then they were pushed into an awaiting limousine and leather instantly cushioned them, Dean was in seventh fucking heaven having a thing for leather himself. Sam however kept looking pointedly at Dean, trying to make his brother feel guilty just by looking at him. Seriously though, they needed the money and this seemed like a better idea than the one he had had earlier about racing the car.
“So can I ask how long you boys have been in this business?” The blonde, Dean thought her name was Vanessa but he couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. It was difficult when your brother was staring holes through the back of your skull.
Green met hazel and then Dean spoke up, “We’re pretty new to the business. Kinda first timers.”
Vanessa’s eyes lit up like a kid the day of their birthday and she leaned in pressing well rounded assets against Dean’s chest and her eyebrows lifted as she turned her head towards her friend, “You hear that Joan? We’re breaking them in.”
Oh dear God …Sam was in hell, serious hell.
He eyed Joan and tried to ignore the blatant look in her eyes and what the fuck was her hand doing on his thigh? Oh this was such a bad idea, he couldn’t even begin to describe how bad an idea this actually was.
“We’ll take good care of you,” Joan cooed, offering what should have been a reassuring smile and yet the flash of porcelain white teeth made her look like a shark about to take a bite out of something.
Dean was as always flawless, barely a flicker, you’d never be able to tell that he did not like where Vanessa had chosen to position her foot. “I’m sure you will, Sam and I feel safe in your very capable hands.” Nothing wrong with a little ego stroking and if it got him a bigger wad of bills by the time the night was through then more the merrier.
The women blushed, giggled and then began to exchange girl talk; apparently even women over the age of forty did that. The things you didn’t know unless you dressed up in a pair of suits and played yourself off as some well to do male escorts.
Taking this moment to escape from the tight confines of Joan’s almost possessive embrace Sam shifted to sit beside his brother, using the sharp edge of his elbow to drive into Dean’s side rather solidly.
“Ow!” Dean exclaimed before rubbing his side and narrowing his eyes, “What the fuck, dude?”
Sam just gave Dean a look, the look, the one that most knew to dread and Dean seemed to inspire every two days out of every seven.
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, “Don’t give me that look. It was either this or starve whilst sleeping in the car. Which would you have preferred?”
Sam unfortunately had no answer so he just stared, petulant and irritated.
“Quit acting like a spoilt brat, this is a one night deal.” Dean explained in an exasperated tone, if he had known Sam would take this much umbrage to the idea he would have left him in the motel room and taken both women out by himself.
Sam said nothing again before resigning himself to his fate, Dean was right - as much as it killed him to admit it - his brother was right, they needed the money. “You promise?”
Dean nodded his head, short and sweet, “I promise.”
The younger Winchester grunted and then inhaled a breath as he returned himself to Joan, let her latch on and ignored the sinking feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that tonight was going to be the longest night of his whole entire life.
The limousine rolled up and they escorted the women out and inside the expensive hotel, walked them over the plus red carpeting and into the rather large hall that had what seemed like hundreds of guests and countless tables. It was like nothing they had ever seen before.
Awestruck and probably dumbstruck they stood there not even noticing as their employers for the night were embraced and welcomed into a rather large gathering of people.
Dean gave a low whistle and leaned in to mutter, “If this is high society then sign me up for life.” Turning he caught a hold of two thin stemmed glasses and he offered one to Sam. “Drink up, I have a feeling we’ll need it.”
Sam blinked, looked confused for an all of thirty seconds until a band struck up and a dance floor seemed to appear from out of nowhere. The glass was placed to his lips and the liquid within it quickly swallowed away. Lubrication never hurt.
Dean smirked around the top of his glass and then turned his head as Vanessa caught a hold of his arm, “Looks like I’m being called away.”
Sam felt Joan before he saw her, all five foot three of her pressed up against his side. “Yeah, me too.”
The glass was lifted, a silent toast given and then the golden liquid swallowed before a, “Good luck,” was uttered and Dean was disappearing into the crowd.
Sam watched his brother’s back for as long as he could before Joan dragged him in the opposite direction, he just hoped and he just prayed that this would all be over soon and they could go back to life as normal.
Or as normal as it ever got in their world.
Author: mands_angelfox
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean
POV: (character's point of view) Both the Winchester boys
Word Count: 1,318
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I know of
Summary: They're desperate for cash and this is Dean's solution, Sam doesn't like it
Warnings: Contains swearing
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'Strapped For Cash'
“Remind me why we’re here again,” Sam hissed low and conspiratorially as hazel eyes narrowed into slits and found the familiar cocky grin plastered across his smug bastard of a brother’s face.
Dean smirked, slow and easy. “To escort some fine upstanding ladies to a black tie event.”
Sam simply snorted, “The real reason?”
Dean cleared his throat, barely resisted the urge he had to pull on his collar and ease up the knot in the tie that seemed to be choking him. Fucking monkey suits. “We need the money, Sam.”
Sam groaned, rolled his eyes and then whined. “Do we really need it bad enough to play toy boys to a pair of lonely wealthy men’s wives?”
“Yes,” The easy answer because when faced with reality it presented this: No new card for another two weeks, no bills in his pocket, no one to hustle for money and he had mouths to feed, more importantly he had Sam’s mouth to feed. Given the choice between a little knock to their pride and a small afrront to their dignity and Sam starving? Dean would pick option number one.
Then he heard them, the tell tale sound of high stiletto heels clicking against a marble floor and he nudged his brother in the side, “Stand up straight and smile.”
Sam mouthed the words: “Bite me” before he turned to face the women that had basically bought them for the night and plastered on his best fake smile complete with teeth. Dean had better make this night worthwhile.
“Ladies, you look beautiful.” Dean muttered without breaking a sweat, striding forward with a familiar swagger in the way that his hips moved. Each hand was collected and blessed with a kiss until his lady of the night, the blonde, drew him away.
The brunette however latched onto Sam with all the force a giant squid might use when attaching itself to the hull of some ship out at sea. He gave her a smile or as much as one as he could fathom given his discomfort and then spent the next five minutes glaring daggers at the back of his brother’s head.
His only real consolation? His brother looked uncomfortable and he couldn’t stop yanking at that tie. Aha, take that Dean. He sniggered under his breath but promptly stopped when the brunette looked at him with a very odd look on her face.
Then they were pushed into an awaiting limousine and leather instantly cushioned them, Dean was in seventh fucking heaven having a thing for leather himself. Sam however kept looking pointedly at Dean, trying to make his brother feel guilty just by looking at him. Seriously though, they needed the money and this seemed like a better idea than the one he had had earlier about racing the car.
“So can I ask how long you boys have been in this business?” The blonde, Dean thought her name was Vanessa but he couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t been paying a whole lot of attention. It was difficult when your brother was staring holes through the back of your skull.
Green met hazel and then Dean spoke up, “We’re pretty new to the business. Kinda first timers.”
Vanessa’s eyes lit up like a kid the day of their birthday and she leaned in pressing well rounded assets against Dean’s chest and her eyebrows lifted as she turned her head towards her friend, “You hear that Joan? We’re breaking them in.”
Oh dear God …Sam was in hell, serious hell.
He eyed Joan and tried to ignore the blatant look in her eyes and what the fuck was her hand doing on his thigh? Oh this was such a bad idea, he couldn’t even begin to describe how bad an idea this actually was.
“We’ll take good care of you,” Joan cooed, offering what should have been a reassuring smile and yet the flash of porcelain white teeth made her look like a shark about to take a bite out of something.
Dean was as always flawless, barely a flicker, you’d never be able to tell that he did not like where Vanessa had chosen to position her foot. “I’m sure you will, Sam and I feel safe in your very capable hands.” Nothing wrong with a little ego stroking and if it got him a bigger wad of bills by the time the night was through then more the merrier.
The women blushed, giggled and then began to exchange girl talk; apparently even women over the age of forty did that. The things you didn’t know unless you dressed up in a pair of suits and played yourself off as some well to do male escorts.
Taking this moment to escape from the tight confines of Joan’s almost possessive embrace Sam shifted to sit beside his brother, using the sharp edge of his elbow to drive into Dean’s side rather solidly.
“Ow!” Dean exclaimed before rubbing his side and narrowing his eyes, “What the fuck, dude?”
Sam just gave Dean a look, the look, the one that most knew to dread and Dean seemed to inspire every two days out of every seven.
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, “Don’t give me that look. It was either this or starve whilst sleeping in the car. Which would you have preferred?”
Sam unfortunately had no answer so he just stared, petulant and irritated.
“Quit acting like a spoilt brat, this is a one night deal.” Dean explained in an exasperated tone, if he had known Sam would take this much umbrage to the idea he would have left him in the motel room and taken both women out by himself.
Sam said nothing again before resigning himself to his fate, Dean was right - as much as it killed him to admit it - his brother was right, they needed the money. “You promise?”
Dean nodded his head, short and sweet, “I promise.”
The younger Winchester grunted and then inhaled a breath as he returned himself to Joan, let her latch on and ignored the sinking feeling he had in the pit of his stomach that tonight was going to be the longest night of his whole entire life.
The limousine rolled up and they escorted the women out and inside the expensive hotel, walked them over the plus red carpeting and into the rather large hall that had what seemed like hundreds of guests and countless tables. It was like nothing they had ever seen before.
Awestruck and probably dumbstruck they stood there not even noticing as their employers for the night were embraced and welcomed into a rather large gathering of people.
Dean gave a low whistle and leaned in to mutter, “If this is high society then sign me up for life.” Turning he caught a hold of two thin stemmed glasses and he offered one to Sam. “Drink up, I have a feeling we’ll need it.”
Sam blinked, looked confused for an all of thirty seconds until a band struck up and a dance floor seemed to appear from out of nowhere. The glass was placed to his lips and the liquid within it quickly swallowed away. Lubrication never hurt.
Dean smirked around the top of his glass and then turned his head as Vanessa caught a hold of his arm, “Looks like I’m being called away.”
Sam felt Joan before he saw her, all five foot three of her pressed up against his side. “Yeah, me too.”
The glass was lifted, a silent toast given and then the golden liquid swallowed before a, “Good luck,” was uttered and Dean was disappearing into the crowd.
Sam watched his brother’s back for as long as he could before Joan dragged him in the opposite direction, he just hoped and he just prayed that this would all be over soon and they could go back to life as normal.
Or as normal as it ever got in their world.