What you saw in front of you shocked you to your core, you never would have imagined anything like this. You weren't sure exactly what this was, but you knew it probably wouldn't be good.

You were standing at the edge of a large room, filled to capacity with patrons, men and women alike. The room was dark, flickering candles gracing the black wooden tables, with discreet hanging lamps above a long gleaming ebony bar. There was a dance floor on the other side, filled with moving bodies, as a DJ kept music pumping through the entire room.

There were girls dressed similar to you, carrying trays full go drinks, working fast to keep the customers happy. Each girl seemed tired, like they were working on auto pilot.

It seemed like a normal club, until you looked closer. With the low lighting you could just make out the glowing eyes of werewolves, the sharp fangs of vampires, the blue tattoos of Djinn. You were smack dab in the middle of a supernatural club.

What the hell Crowley?" You asked.

He didn't say anything, instead he just gave you a sly smile. "You wouldn't stay put, now you will have to wait on the things you hate most, monsters."

"And if I don't?" You smarted off, inside cringing at the thought of working for monsters.

"Then I run out of options, and you will be strung up in hell. Your choice, either serve these customers, or get tortured for as long as I deem appropriate."

"Just serving them drinks?" You questioned, fearing the answer.

"No." Crowley almost purred into your ear, waving an older woman over. "You will have to feed them too, however and whatever they need, be it blood, fear. They know not to take too much, but accidents happen."

Just then the lady arrived, bowing to Crowley. "My liege." She was an older Asian lady, fine lines around her eyes the only give away to her age. She was dressed in a sharp black dress suit, and had an air of authority surrounding her.

"This is your new server girl Y/N." Crowley told her, pushing you forward.

The lady looked up at you in surprise. "Y/N? As in Dean Winchesters Y/N? Is it smart to have her here?"

"It's my last resort. Keep her here, keep her busy. She will try to escape. If she does, it's on your head." Crowley growled.

Gulping she nodded. "Yes my king."

He turned to leave, throwing parting words over his shoulder. "Oh, and make sure the customers don't know who she really is, or they will kill her."

With that he was gone, and you were once again alone, this time with a significantly bigger problem on your hands.

"I see he gave you the uniform, and a room. Come with me to my office, and we will set you up the rest of the way." She said, and you knew you had no choice but to comply.

As you followed her through the crowds, you felt multiple eyes on you, turning around you saw an older man liking his lips as he looked you up and down, showing his vampire teeth. Shuddering in disgust, you moved forward, feeling hands reach out, sliding over your skin, one punching your butt, causing you to jump. Throwing up your hands, you turned in a circle, looking for the culprit. "Alright, who's the jerk who grabbed my ass?"

Nobody answered, instead you were surrounded by cheering, and shuffling, bodies trying to get closer to you. "Fresh meat." You heard someone say, and for a moment you wished you had stayed back in that tiny cell. Boredom would have been better than this.

"Let her go." The lady's voice rang through the crowd, and they parted easily, following her command without complaint. She pulled you with her, and this time you ignored the wandering hands, and the last full stares, sighing in relief when you were behind her office door.

"We haven't been fully introduced. I'm Sally, and I run this club for my King. Sit." She explained as she rounded a deep cherry wooden desk, perching on the office chair behind.

Sitting in one of the small arm chairs on the other side, you glanced at your new surroundings. The room was small, but comfortable, the various furniture antique, the lighting soft.

She handed you a packet, and you opened it, noticing a small book, pills, and a small, leather bracelet covered in blue and red stones. "What are these for?"

"The book describes the rules of the club. Read it, know them by heart, it's the only way to survive here. The pills are so you can maintain your energy and health. You will be fed on, and often, and they will help your rejuvenate much faster. The bracelet is a tracker, to make sure you don't escape, and to make sure a customer doesn't attempt too much. Put it on now."

You did as she commanded, feeling a bolt of electricity slam through your body as it touched your skin.

"The only way it will come off now is with a spell. A spell only I have. Now on to working arrangements. You will work six days a week, having Tuesdays off. We are only open in the evenings. You will serve drinks, dances, and food if they request it. You may keep your tips, for you will have earned them. Do not let them try to turn you. If they try, press a blue stone on your bracelet."

"Is that all?" You asked sarcastically, hiding the fact that you were scared. How could Sam and Dean ever find you in a place like this.

"No. From now on you are no longer Y/N. Too many monsters know that name, know who it's tied to. You will be called Lily. Answer to it, forget about your old life, your old name. It doesn't exist anymore. Now, go back to your room, you start tomorrow."