so take me on

Frenchie tied her hair up into a ponytail as she made her way down the dimly lit hallway, leading her away from the main stage of the club. Stripping wasn't considered to be anyone's ideal job, but Frenchie counted herself as one of the select few who could say she actually enjoyed doing what she did - not many girls could say that. The sound of the heels of her thigh high boots bounced from wall to wall as she walked to a secluded dressing room; one she shared with her closest friend and workmate, Kaycee. Knocking gently, three times, to let Kaycee know it was her, Frenchie entered the room and kicked the door shut behind her. "We're on in, like, 10." She informed with a gentle smile. "It's looking like a great crowd tonight, but watch out, Jason's on his period."

Dean sat in the drivers seat of his beloved Impala, barely able to contain his excitement, the smirk on his face giving him away. "Oh, c'mon Sam, live a little!" The eldest of the Winchester brothers exclaimed. "I mean, these girls work here for a reason, and if they're in on these murders, we won't look creepy at all." He shook his head in dismay. His younger brother was always a worrier, but Dean knew an opportunity when it came knocking, and this case involved having a little fun - was that so wrong? "Besides, we could use some whiskey, you know, dutch courage." Dean nodded. "It's what the victims would have wanted."

Kaycee hummed as she was finishing the final touches on her make up and she situated her clothes to where they gave her the best exposure without giving too much until the show. Looking to her friend, she offered an amused expression. "Great crowd means great money," she mentioned with a small grin, because the money was great. The money wasn't the only reason Kaycee was there, though; she liked the way it felt to have so much attention on her and the fact that the men were so willing to just throw money at them for showing even just a little skin, nevermind how much they'd throw when an article of clothing came off. Just having that much power over so many people was honestly a thrill. She snorted, though, arching a brow. "Since when is Jason not on his period?" Shaking her head, she stood up, watching her friend. "What happened?"

"It's a strip club, Dean," Sam complained, making a face as he stared at the building, nervous about going inside, despite Dean's encouragement. "Why can't we just wait for everybody to come out and question them then? Why do we have to go inside?" He knew how awkward it would be. And, really, he was half certain that Dean would be too distracted to actually pay attention and it would all be left to Sam to do the investigating, but he wasn't sure how he'd be able to manage on his own in a situation like this. There weren't many situations that Sam wasn't used to by now, but this was definitely one that he wasn't entirely sure he could handle. "Oh, come on, you can't use the victims as an excuse!" Looking to his brother with an accusing expression, he shifted, uncomfortable with all of this. "Are you sure this is really the only option we have?"

Frenchie sighed, sitting cross legged on the sofa that was situated against the wall. The girls rarely had a chance to relax when they were on the job, they were two of the most requested dancers. Not that Frenchie cared, it paid her bills, but there was something so exciting about leaving men, clearly desperate and eager, on their toes. "He's being a real douche, I don't fuckin' get him sometimes." Frenchie shook her head. "He's nervous about something, and you know what he's like for keeping secrets." Frenchie shrugged her shoulders. "Since Andie went missing, he's been worst." The blonde pointed out, toying with her lower lip between her teeth. "Anyway, are you ready?"

Dean was already halfway out of the Impala when he turned to look at Sam. "This is definitely the only option we have. You might find the love of your life in there," Dean smirked, exiting the car and shutting the door with a light slam, straightening out his jacket and tie. "Besides, I've got information on all of the girls that work here, apart from Andrea, the one who's missing, presumed dead." Dean informed Sam as he caught up to him. "But if we get some good answers, we might find everything we need." Holding the door open for Sam, Dean grinned. "Go."

Kaycee listened quietly to her friend and let out a quiet sigh. "Who knows with him?" she muttered, shaking her head with a small frown. "He's always been really... Out of it, I think." And, with the fact that this last turn of behavior happened after Andie went missing, it left Kaycee mildly worried. Pushing the thought aside, though, she offered a smile to her friend and nodded as she stood up. "Ready. Let's get this night started, shall we?"

"You don't seriously think we'll fall in love in a strip club," Sam all but deadpanned, staring at his brother, though he sighed as he climbed out of the car, straightening his own clothes, probably a bit too much because of how nervous he was. "Any chance you're going to fill me in on the information you have or do you at least have the files with you so that I can get a look at them?" Arching a brow, he stared at Dean but paused at the door for a moment before he headed inside.

“We can forget about him for a while,” Frenchie smiled, loving the freedom that dancing gave her. Linking her arm through Kaycee’s, she led the way confidently to the stage, the bass thumping through the speakers almost vibrating through the floor, causing Frenchie’s excitement to grow within her chest. “Lead the way, babe. The stage is yours.” She winked at Kaycee.

“Sam, lighten up.” Dean rolled his eyes with an over exaggerated sigh. “Andrea Miller, she was an employee here, missing for over a week, out of character for her, according to her family.” He followed Sam through the dimly lit foyer, into an even dimly lit sitting area with an illuminated stage, music blasting loudly through the speakers. “There’s a few more victims, but they can wait.” Dean grinned, taking a seat at a table close to the stage.

Kaycee let out an amused laugh, grinning over at her friend. "Well, if you insist," she chimed teasingly, winking in return before she made her way to the stage, making sure to put just the right amount of sway in her hips. When it came to the strip job, Kaycee loved to tease, and she wouldn't deny it. It was why her fingers casually traced the outfit she was wearing as she danced, though she spotted two agents sitting pretty close to the stage, certain her friend would spot them immediately, too.

Sam rolled his eyes in return to his brother insisting they wait, because he didn't want to wait; he already felt awkward enough as it was. At least, if they kept talking about the case, he'd have something to distract him from everything that was going on in the club, especially on the stage. When the music started and somebody came on stage, he made sure to duck his head, feeling his nervousness rise because this was definitely not somewhere he was used to being, regardless of how natural his brother seemed to look in the habitat.

Dean wolf whistled as the first dancer made her way to the stage. Her confidence and the sway of her hips was something Dean couldn’t help but notice and even admire. She was beautiful, acting like she owned the stage, and Dean just couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, especially when she looked his way. “God damn,” he murmured, loud enough for only Sam to hear.

Frenchie followed Kaycee, her smile growing as she got into her routine. Frenchie always felt so liberated when she danced, and there was nothing better than the rush it gave her. Scanning the crowd subtly, Frenchie was almost surprised to see two agents sat at a table, close enough to the stage for some contact. Grinning at the thought, Frenchie nodded towards them to Kaycee, strutting down the stage, letting her hair down to splay across her shoulders. Looking at the longer haired of the two, Frenchie smirked in his direction, seeing he was somewhat shy.

Sam quickly shot his brother a look when he heard him whistle, because he knew, he just knew that it would attract attention to the table. "Dean," he hissed out quietly, though when he tried to duck his head again, his gaze just momentarily locked on the blonde's and he couldn't bring himself to fully look away at first. She was gorgeous and clearly enjoying herself and he couldn't tear his gaze away for a long while, but he eventually cleared his throat and dropped his gaze, not wanting to seem like he was only interested in her because of her job.

Kaycee couldn't help the proud smirk that appeared on her features when she heard the whistle from the man who was so clearly interested in the place. Just to tease further, she winked at him as she danced before catching her friend's look. A small mischievous grin formed on her features as she went to the edge of the stage, sitting down at first to give a good view before she slid off the stage and wandered closer to the man who showed the most interest. She could feel the eyes of the other men in the club, the envy the men felt that these two agents had hers and Frenchie's attention, and she loved it.

Frenchie giggled, confidently following Kaycee's lead and leaning behind Sam, her hand travelling slowly from his shoulder, trailing gently down his chest, to his stomach, her lips almost pressed to the shell of his ear. In that moment, the scent of his cologne almost made her feel dizzy with giddiness - he was so handsome, Frenchie couldn't stop herself. "Lighten up," she murmured into his ear with a grin, bringing her hand back up just as it reached his belt buckle, gently roughing up his hair before climbing back onto the stage, throwing a wink to Sam.

Dean smirked, raising his eyebrows in Kaycee's direction as he kept his body language open for intepretation - but still, there was something about her so mesmerising, and even though Dean knew he and Sam would need to interview the girls later, that didn't mean he couldn't live in the moment. Hearing the envy of the other men made Dean feel special, almost, because the most beautiful girl in the room had her eyes on him.

Sam, while he didn't want to admit it, could feel a shudder run down his spine the moment he felt Frenchie touch him. And, it wasn't the usual danger shudder, it was a wanting shudder, a craving one. And he wasn't sure if it was because of her actions or just because it was her - his bet was on the latter, because he doubted that he'd be able to walk away from her if the situation was different and he didn't feel so out-of-place. Nervously, he licked over his lips, swallowing hard as he tried not to be too affected by her actions, but he found himself intoxicated by her voice, his gaze training back on her when she moved away from him. Despite his earlier reluctance, he found himself completely watching her, focused on her, and, now, he was too focused to tear his attention away.

A small grin formed on Kaycee's features as she watched Dean, moving around him, trailing her fingers up his arms and around his neck, where she made sure to touch the area that seemed to be the most sensitive in men, then back down the other arm as she moved in front of him. She didn't speak; she let her actions speak for her, her dancing. Body language was the most fun language to play with and she exploited it whenever she could, letting her hands rest on his knees, her nails digging into his pants legs just a little as she dipped and stood back up before releasing her hold and backing away, slowly back towards the stage. Sliding back onto the stage, she kept her gaze on him but returned to the main stage dance.

As the lights dimmed on the stage, Frenchie found her gaze lingering on the man she'd touched as their routine ended, and for a moment, she swore she could feel her hand burning, in the best way. He was gorgeous, she coudn't deny that, and the suit just looked so damn good on him. Following Kaycee off the stage as the applause errupted from the men in the crowd, Frenchie nudged Kaycee. "Man, think we teased them enough?" She smirked, tying her hair back up. "I hope I run into the tall one again," she bit her lip.

Dean bit his lip, trying to hold back the groan of anticipation that was building in the back of his throat as his eyes met Kaycee's. However, when he felt her nails dig into his skin through the fabric of his pants, Dean let that groan slip a little, watching as Kaycee got back onto the stage, too invested in her to focus on the case at hand. Dean wasn't actually out to be reeled in, hook, line, and sinker, for a girl he barely knew, but there was just something so addicting about her, and Dean looked forward to closing time just so he could speak to her, learn her name, and if she was this confident off stage.

Kaycee smirked, adjusting her clothes as she walked away with Frenchie, backstage. "Oh, there's never enough teasing, Frenchie," she teased lightly, peering over at her friend, "It was fun, though. They were wrapped around our fingers." She held up her pinky to indicate, wiggling it jokingly as she grinned broadly. "I wonder why they're here, though. The one I teased seemed way too focused on me." Her grin broadened, filled with pride. "Agents don't normally come here unless there's a reason, though."

Sam swallowed hard, watching as Frenchie walked away and disappeared from his view. Shifting slightly, he cleared his throat, and leaned forward trying to avoid letting show how affected he'd been by Frenchie's actions. "Well, uh... That was... Unexpected," he said eventually, peering over at his brother for a long moment. "Should we get to work now?" While he knew they should start on the case, a big part of him just wanted to take the chance to talk to Frenchie, but it'd probably be better to do so under the guise of interviewing her to avoid Dean teasing him.

"Uh," Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, not wanting Sam to know that Kaycee had affected him just as much, if not more. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon, let's go interview them. Chances are they know Andrea." Dean exhaled a deep breath, watching as the other customers left, noticing the way they all seemed to look him and Sam up and down. Thinking nothing of it, Dean led the way to the back; showing his FBI badge to the bodyguard, who promptly let them through with no questions asked. Walking down the hallway, Dean looked around, noticing a photo of Kaycee, Frenchie, and two other girls hanging up on the wall. "Alright, the girls we're looking for are Francis Bell and Kaycee Pree."

Frenchie bit her lip as she tried to think of a reason why two Federal agents would be at the club, of all places. "Maybe it's about Andie," she suggested, suddenly feeling uneasy as she sipped from her water bottle. Shrugging her shoulders, Frenchie took a moment to sit in silence, thinking of the long haired stranger she had encountered, and why she felt the urge to see his face again. "I dunno, Kay." She murmured, looking up as someone knocked the door. Moving over to open it, Frenchie bit her lip in surprise, blinking. "Oh. Uh," she looked over her shoulder awkwardly. "Kaycee." She cleared her throat. "Feds."

"Try not to be too obvious, Dean," Sam muttered to his brother, though he himself was trying to hide how affected he was in general. It had been bad enough with him feeling awkward and nervous. But, now, after what had happened with Frenchie, he felt aroused, too, and that wouldn't be the best way to approach this. Looking at the picture, his eyes scanned over it, mostly focused on Frenchie, and a part of him wondered why he was so immediately attracted to this woman. Shaking his head, he had moved to knock on the door, holding his badge up to the peephole. "Think they'll actually talk?" Looking to Dean, he arched a brow in curiosity. But, he blinked when he registered the names Dean had mentioned. "Wait, Francis?"

"Huh... And here I thought they'd at least ask for a private dance," Kaycee joked lightly, trying to force away the nervousness she felt at the fact that the pair had come to hers and Frenchie's dressing room. Clearing her throat, she shifted, moving to tug off the top layer of her clothes before she tugged on her robe, because if the Feds were going to come in here, then she wasn't going to make it easy, especially for the one she'd had so much fun teasing. "Well... I'm ready for them to come in when you are." Shrugging, she loosely tied the robe before she sat down in her seat, pretending to be busy.

"I hope so," Dean murmured back, looking at Sam with an amused expression. "Yes, Francis... why, does that bother you?" He murmured quietly, clearing his throat. "Kaycee Pree and Francis Bell? We need to talk to you about a coworker of yours that went missing, Andrea Miller?" Dean cleared his throat, hearing the lock click on the other side, indicating the door was now open.

Pulling open the door, Frenchie looked between the two, her gaze settling on Sam for a long moment, before she cleared her throat. "Hi, guys. Come in." She moved out of the way, settling down on the couch that was against the wall, tucking her legs under her body to get comfortable, still studying Sam. "You can sit down, you know, we don't bite." She teased lightly, wiping off her makeup and throwing the wipes in the trash.

Dean sat down on the spare chair. "You're both aware Andrea has been missing for a while now? We need to ask you a few questions about her, your boss, this club, you, your situation." Dean tried to remain professional, but he was struggling, especially when Kaycee had caught his attention so much.

Sam wanted to point out that the name didn't bother him, it just wasn't one that he was actually expecting. Still, he cleared his throat and offered what he could manage of a smile to Francis before he shifted to sit down. "We're hoping you two will be open to answering those questions, at least," he mentioned, though his gaze was mostly on Francis and he shifted a bit in the seat he'd chosen, trying to get comfortable.

"It's hard not to notice when one of us doesn't show up. It's a small cast," Kaycee pointed out in response to Dean, watching him in her mirror before she shifted, turning to face the pair, but more so facing Dean than anything. "Well, then, ask away."

Sam nodded slightly in response. "First of all, when's the last time either of you saw Andrea?" he asked, figuring it was best to start with a timeline, try to get a feel of how close the girls were to Andrea, but also to see if there was any chance at all that they could be involved with whatever happened to Andrea. His gaze remained focused on Francis, though.

Frenchie thought for a moment. "Man, like, a month ago." She explained, looking to Kaycee, despite Kaycee being focused on Dean. "Not only is it a small cast, we're kinda like a family." She continued, looking to Sam, for some reason, she was glad he got to see this side of her - bare faced and more collected, but still, she knew that answering questions was vital to maybe finding Andie safe. "She got into an argument with Jason, our boss, and after that, she just -" The blonde shrugged her shoulders lightly.

Dean frowned. "This Jason guy, is he good to you girls? The rest of the cast?" Hearing that Andrea had been in some sort of fracas with the owner of the club put Dean on edge, and all the red lights he could think of sounded in his head. He studied Kaycee for a long moment, enjoying the view of her sat still, relaxed, more herself than her stage name. "Is he a good guy in general?"

Kaycee nodded her agreement to Frenchie without having to look at her friend. "Yeah, a month ago sounds right," she agreed, watching Dean as she leaned back in her seat a bit, letting herself relax, not bothering to try to be guarded, since they didn't have a reason to lie to these men. "He can be a dick with his words or tone, but he's never physically abused or assaulted us if that's what you mean. His bark's worse than his bite, but his bark is pretty damn hurtful."

Sam frowned with the information, clenching his jaw just a bit. Even if Jason didn't physically abuse Francis, he couldn't stand the thought of him saying anything cruel to her. So far, he couldn't see a reason she would deserve it - and he doubted she'd ever deserve that kind of treatment. "What else can you tell us about Jason?" he asked eventually, looking back over to Francis, "Does he ever act suspicious, Francis? Or say something that seems... Off?"

Dean felt his hand curl into a fist at the mere thought of this Jason guy. He didn't sound like a pleasant man, and he hated to think that there was a whole group of women, one of who had disappeared off the face of the earth, working for a scumbag that felt it was right to be cruel to them - Kaycee, especially, didn't deserve such treatment. "Has there ever been a time where you've been afraid of him?" Dean asked, wanting to know more about any explosive arguments or temper tantrums. "By the way, I'm Dean, this is my brother and my partner, Sam."

"Frenchie," Frenchie corrected. "Um, he's like a kid, sometimes. If he doesn't get his own way, or if someone gets too into his business, he gets mad. I mean, it's like what Kaycee said, he's never been physical, but man, it's come close. He's hurtful with his words." She explained gently. "But other than that, he's... pretty much your average joe who happens to run a strip club." She stood from her spot, offering Kaycee her water bottle.