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The music blared as the men danced, money rained onto the platform as the men danced. Tonight was one of the hotter nights at the club more men tended to come on Saturdays, though that was a main contributor of the storm of cash a sexier reason truly caused it. Dean Winchester. He was truly a work of art, sure he had a few scars but even they were flawless. If there was a definition for perfection he would crown that title one hundred times over. Now most nights Dean was used to men staring at him and it never bothered him… Except tonight. Two beautiful blue eyes watched his every move. Due to protocol Dean wasn’t to pay this much

The hunts were long, draining and overall dangerous. This kind of lifestyle was in no way ideal for most people and straight out crazy! Not many people found this to be a fictional way of living. I mean to most people this just sounded obscure and crazy. Fighting demons, ghost and only father knows what else is out there! So realistically this job was ranked dangerous and reckless, but it ranked to be the perfect job for ( Y/N ). All her life she had been exposed to this sort of thing, in no way did she hate it… well that’s what she tells herself at least. To be frank, she hates this job, this job is the bane to her entire existen