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Wayward Huntress

Summary: Castiel asked the Winchesters to help him find the source of a strong energy he felt in Missouri : a Nephilim, or is it? Eventual Reader x ??? pairing.

Warnings: Language, mention of drugs, sex club, prostitution, violence and eventual smut too.

A/N : *...* are used to illustrate characters thoughts.

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-You sure bout that Cas? I mean, hell I don't give a damn bout being here but you must admit its kinda ... weird ya know.

Swaying hips passing by got Dean's attention, his forest green eyes scanning the beautiful stripper from head to tail, smirking when he noticed she was coming his way.

-Hey hun, what can I getcha? she passes a hand on the hunter's shoulder bending forward a bit just to make sure her pray gets a good look at her cleavage. His eyes fell into her trap for a second and then he turned back to Sam and Cas.

- Never mind, Cas's right. Let's look out this place. Dean quickly added, a goofy smile smacked onto the hunter's face earning from both Cas and Sam an annoyed look. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes catching that his brother might not be 100% with them on this hunt.

He turned his back to face Cas leaving Dean to order drinks while totally ''not'' hitting on the hot chick.

-Cas, I'm not even sure if I've done the tracking spell properly... and just like Dean said, it would be odd to.. Well, to find that kind of power in a strip club.

- Sam, I might not be the angel I once was but I am fairly certain that even with the few grace that's left in me, I can still feel that kind of power. It's stronger in here. the angel's answer was stiff, as he scanned the bar with his vessels eyes. He continued : A nephilim can't hide from angels... with a low voice only for him to hear.

-Alright then, I'll go chat with the manager see if maybe something unusal happened in the last few days... You should may-

-Demons. Castiel interrupted Sam who was now looking at the angel with questioning eyes.

-Wha- Cas took Sam by the sleeve of his brown jacket and spined him around so that the demons could not spot them staring.

-The man standing next to the woman who's wearing that strange pink feather scarf and leopard undergarments, near the stage. He's a demon. Cas pointed his head over his shoulder to a large bald man. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had a serial killer expression stuck on his face. He was watching the girls grinding on the poles on stage, as if he was making sure they were not trying to escape.

-There's also 2 more in the booth next to him. Sam took a quick peek over his left shoulder to evaluate the mess they were now into. They were big demons, well their meat suits were big. He reached for his angel blade hidden in the inside pocket of his jacket, the cold metal haft comforting his cautious mind. What was supposed to be just a scouting hunt turned out to be a a little bit more risky.

- So what, you think demons are after it too? he whispered to Cas.

- They might have heard something, I can't tell, a nephilim walking on Earth is quite an event. The word must have gone to Hell. We must tell Dean. Castiel turned around his blue eyes narrowed searching the place for his other friend. The place was crowded, wherever the angel looked all he saw was human committing sins. He finally found Dean who was in total adoration for the stripper that was now dancing for him on a table a few feets away from the stage. The music was slowly subsiding as the DJ announced a new stripper on stage, Castiel seized this as an opportunity to walk across the bar and get his idiot human friend back on the track. *Human are so easily distracted.*

''And there she is gentlemen, our lastest arrival, she'll know how to please you and you won't be disappointed, so guys welcome to the stage our new and divine Azaaaa-el! ''

As if the last words he said was a signal, Dean, Sam and Castiel stopped midway whatever they were doing to look up the stage. The sound ''El'' was well-known to be an angelic name, and which in this case, was exactly what they were looking for. Spotlights suddenly lit up the catwalk where strippers usually perform and slowly a drum beat could be heard faintly.

*Tskt tskt tskt*

She's my cherry pie,

Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise,

Tastes so good make a grown man cryyy,

She’s my cherry pie oh yeahh

Azael walks down the catwalk as she sways her hips from left to right in her white laced corsetry which was barely covering her physical assets. Her legs that seem to never end were covered by a white cotton rib mini skirt which sits right above her underwear line. Not forget to mention those sweet suspenders to highlight it all.

She's my cherry pie,

Put a smile on your face ten miles wide,

Looks so good bring a tear to your eye,

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

With long strides, Sam quickly joins Cas halfway from where Dean is sitting. But the angel doesn't seem to notice his friend. He's frozen. He could not have mistaken. No doubt, she is the source of that power he felt. But this glow. In his thousands years of life, Castiel has never seen anything like this.

Swingin' to the drums swingin' to guitar,

Swingin' to the bass in the back of my car,

Ain't got money ain't got no gas,

But we'll bet where we're goin' if we swing real fast

Azael who's now grabbing the pole with one leg flew her head backwards and winked at the cheerful crowd. She is giving a hell of a show and men are literally throwing their wallets on the stage. Castiel was brought back from his thoughful mind when a drunk man pushed him to get closer to the stage.

-Is it her? Sam questions Cas while motioning Dean with his head to pay attention to that girl on stage. Dean nodded and raised his thumb meaning for his brother that he got the message. Even if he tried, Dean could not take his eyes off the dancer who was doing an excellent job at teasing her public.

Azael fell on her feet gracefully when the song finished. As she bent over to thank her audience her skirt crumpled and Dean saw a strange design drawn on her skin. He recognized it immediately since he and his brother wear the same one on their chest. An anti-possession tattoo. *Why would a nephilim be afraid of being possessed?* Dean frowned at the thought and walked quickly to his brother and his friend through the crowd.

GENTLEMEN AND.. GENTLEMEN the announcer started. I've got the pleasure to tell you, that as every Thursday night, our lovely manager has the best deals on private dances and you won't be disappointed! Our luxurious private room is ready to welcome you and your friends. So don't be shy and pamper your eyes!

-Something's definitly off. Girl's wearing an anti-possession tattoo. What kind of angel would need to get his ass tattooed not to get possessed by a friggin demon Cas? Dean asked the angel as he joined the group.

- So what you think she's human? Sam quickly added interested by his brother's idea.

- She is not human. She might not be part angel, but I sense something in her. Castiel answered dryly.

-Yeah well Cas the only thing you should have sensed there is your pants getting thighter. Dean scoffed. Sam snorted at his brother's joke. Castiel seemed offended by the brothers laughs.

- Did you forget about the demons? Castiel retorted with a frustrated tone.

-Demons? Dean stance got from relaxed to alarmed in a second. Sam cleared his throat, quickly picked up his seriousness.

- Uhm, yeah. Booth next to the stage. Cas spotted three demons, including one that was pretty darn sturdy.

- You mean like, Dwayne Johnson sturdy ? Big pipes, bald as a badger?

-Yes. Both Sam and Cas replied in union.

- Son of a bitch. Dean swiftly grabbed his engraved nickel plated pistol and headed to the back of the bar where he saw Azael following the demons. People who saw them with their guns pointed in front of them would shout in fear and move away from their path. Cas understood something was wrong and mimicked the brothers taking out his angel blade and followed them hurriedly.

--- A couple hours earlier...

Jefferson city, Missouri.

*Jesus christ, I look like a dumbass.*

You thought looking at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing a thight mini jean skirt, a neon pink top that makes you wanna throw up and the final touch : heels 3 inches high. You glanced to your left, you duffle bag slightly opened on the bed of your motel room, leaving your flanels screaming for you to wear them. You sighed. You had to leave for the big night.

-Not today my darlings.

Not today. It's been over a month since you've organized this move. Being part of this community was a challenge, but being under cover on street corners was the best way to find leads. Of course, some fellows pushed their luck on you, thinking you were the real deal. But a good hook from the right helped them to buckle up and piss off from your sight.

But some night finally, a few days of investigation later, you got the info you were looking for. A ''colleague'' from the street confided to you that she had received an invitation to a job interview to dance in a strip-club where the paycheck was unlike any other. They offer girls who work there, apartment, luxury cars and all the dope their bodies can handle, all of this for a couple dances.

Jackpot.

So you asked her when and where was her interview, and when the day finally came, followed her into her apartment, knocked her out took her identity and : Taa-daaaa. Now it's your first night on stage and you've been drooling over that idea. Not that you fantasize at the idea of dancing almost naked on stage, but to gank those son of bitches who has been stealing souls from poor girls.

Your plan was pretty simple. Every Thursday evening, The Golden Contract, (cheesy right?) presents its newest stripper on stage. Each new stripper goes backstage afterwards with a gang of braindead demons and emerges from there soulless. But tonight, instead of a soul, you reserved them a nice surprise. That's why today during dance practice, you left subtly to ''redecor'' the private room. An angel blade stuck under the striptease table, devil's trap painted on the ceiling with invisible ink, just to make sure lovelies don't leave up in smoke.

Adrenaline rises more and more by donning your stage costume. Your blood pumped hard in your veins, maybe dancing half-naked in front of an audiance wasn't the best idea after all...

-SHONDA! Shooonda! you hear someone calling you by your fake name over the music, not realizing she's speaking to you.

*Oh fuck, right*

-Yeah what? you answer in a casual tone. At least you try to sound casual but you're actually shitting your pants. In all of your hunter's life, you've never thought killing monsters would be less stressfull than strip-teasing.

-You're up bitch, that's what! Get ready to shake da booty gurl.

''And there she is gentlemen, our lastest arrival, she'll know how to please you and you won't be disappointed, so guys welcome to the stage our new and divine Azaaaa-el! ''

--- Present time

-Follow me messieurs, I'll bring ya to Heaven. You mewed to the bunch of demons who just bought themself a ''dance''. You were showing them the path backstage where's the private room, a ball was sitting in the back of your throat. They were three, one was pretty impressive, looked like Popeye the sailor on crack. The two others were standard douchebags, one had a hell of a cringing haircut you liked to call ''ze onion'' and the other was wearing way too many jewlery.

*Shit they're huge. Maybe I'll sit this one. Shit no. I can't, what am I thinking? Fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. Man up Y/N.*

Finally in front of the room, you opened the door for them, the soft lights and the purple and pink silk curtains gave the impression of being in a princess' bedroom. Except, said princess is an experienced hunter who handed them a trap. You invite them to enter with a wave of your hand.

-Sit down gentlemen, relax, let yourself be spoiled for a bit. I'm gonna pick a song and get ya some drinks okay? Be right back handsomes.

You heard one of them said faintly:

-Oh we'll be spoiled alright.

You could hear the demons laugh while you left the room to put some ambiance. You have to admit to yourself, pretty damn cool to pick a soundtrack to fight bad people. Feels like an action movie where you starring as the heroe. You picked your favorite song that you usually listen to work out. You came back in the room and you start humming as you pick up the bottle of vodka you trafficked with holy water from the mini-bar. When you bend over to pour drinks into glasses, onion-man grabbed a handful of your ass and added :

-C'mon already! We don't have all night.

*Ohhh you're first fucker.*

-Of course. you laughed, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to remain calm and to stay in your role as much as possible. Now that he pissed you off, you climb on the table with a firm foot. You start dancing and rubbing yourself against the pole from top to bottom, opening your thighs when you reach the tabletop.

-Let's talk business. the biggest demon, the one you're more afraid of and who had not said a word yet, began to speak.

-Anything you want darling. you crawl to him on the table in a sexy way.

-Yeah see, none of that interests us, cunt. he spitted. You frowned, trying your best to look offended and confused. Yet you were thrilled, finally some action.

-I don't underst-

BAM!

The door behind you exploded and your hunting instinct made you twirl off the table and quickly grab the angel blade glued to the underside of it. You stayed crouched down while two men pointing their rifles in front of them enter the room.

-HUNTERS! the leader exclaimed his eyes turning black.

*For fuck's sake*

The three demons stood up and threw them selves forward trying to reach and attack the intruders who shot them mercilessly. They suddenly stopped moving as they got closer to them; special thanks to the demon trap. The demons and both of the hunters looked at each other all puzzled. That's when you decided to join the party. You could reach the glass of holy water from the table where you were hiding. As you stood up you strangled the pervert who pissed you off earlier, from behind.

-Enjoy your drink fucker. You threw the contents in his face, the contact of the liquid and his skin creating steam. As he screams in pain, you sunk your blade into his back, orange lights coming out of his eyes and mouth. In your right blind spot, you see Hulk rushing towards you and with your well developed hunter's reflexes, you push the inert body in his direction to stop him. As you were ready to get back into the fight, the long-haired hunter stopped you and with a strong arm forced you to stay behind him, outside of the devil's trap, where the demons couldn't get to you.

-What do you think you're doing? you spitted and slapped his brown jacket on the shoulder.

-What? I'm saving you. That's wha-

-SAMMY A LITTLE HELP HERE??? the second hunter shout from the the back of the room where he was struggling to keep the second demon pinned down on the floor. Sam swiflty took the angel blade out of your hand and rushed to the other side of the room to help his partner.

-HEY! you yelled as you followed the hunter. You were really fed up. Who do they think they are? To come here and fuck up your plan, ''rescuing you''.

*I'll show you who needs some sav-*

Aaghhhhh aghh hh

-You little shit. You thought you could play Wonder Woman tonight? the big demon now had his huge hand around your neck, choking you. Your feet were no longer touching the ground. You kicked the air as you tried to escape from his grip, silently praying for the hunters to come and help you. Suddendly, his grip weakens and you finally fell on the floor, gasping desperately for air. An electrifying blue light was coming off from his eyes and mouth as the demon screamed in pain. You covered your eyes from the blinding light with your arm and when you heard the dull sound of the lifeless body hitting the ground, you allow yourself to look. Seeing the state of the dead demon, two black holes where his eyes were supposed to be, you knew who, or more like what, just saved your life.

An angel.

You gently get up from the ground, never breaking the eye contact with the seraph who stood in front of you. He looked at you in a strange way. His head tilted on the side, he stared at you as if he was disappointed and at the same time, astonished.

-Are you alright? his hoarse voice broke the silence that seems like an eternity.

-I uh, I'm fine thanks. you answered shyly, lowering your skirt, now bothered to be so little dressed. A shout of pain you faintly heard coming from the back of the room confirms you that the hunters finally got rid of the last demon.

-Thanks for ruining 4 weeks of hard work and planning guys, but what the hell? you say your arms crossed, to the guys who were getting up from the ground.

-I'm Dean, this is Sam and- Wait did you say?Ruining? We just saved your neck young lady.

You scoffed.

-Young lady? I may not be as old as you grandpas but I'm still a pretty good hunter, so back off. Dean expression changed from shocked and outraged, looking at his brother in disbelief, silently wondering if he had hear what you'd just said.

Of course you've heard about Sam and Dean Winchester. They were well-known in your branch of work. You continue:

-The Winchester brothers and their loyal angel, and to what do I owe this honor? you exclaim sarcastically not really paying attention to them while you rummaged through a piece of furniture to find your bag of spare clothes that you had carefully place there.

-Listen huh uh... Azael? Sam begins, hesitating.

-Y/N. You got up on your feet and seeing your angel's blade in Sam's hand you steal it furiously and put it in your duffel bag.

-Y/N, look we're sorry to have messed up your hunt but we thought

-But you thought you were rescuing a poor helpless girl, yeah I know the drill. But now that I'm safe and sound, I'd like to go put actual clothes and never come back to this rotten place. So see-ya.

You were stepping back slowly to the door to sneak away but you stopped when your back hit on what you thought was a wall, but when you look back you realize that it was no wall, but a man dressed in a trenchcoat who did not look amused.

-You're coming with us. He says in his deep, firm voice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

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