What if older au Beckory/GTY, as in they get aged up to like 20 something and they get taller, don’t make Gregory too much taller though (gotta maintain squished bastard energy), where Tony becomes a legitimate detective and Gregory is still glitchtrapped and is the main criminal that Tony is hunting for, but they end up falling in love.
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Of all the things I've believed in, I just wanna get it over with. Tears form behind my eyes, but I do not cry. Counting the days that pass me by. I've been searching deep down in my soul. Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old. It feels like I'm starting all over again. The last three years were just pretend. And I said, goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything I thought I knew. You were the one I loved. The one thing that I tried to hold on to.
So, I’m FINALLY back to my baby. Hopefully the writer’s block will not fight me so much on this. I’d appreciate it. Sorry to make y’all wait so long between chapters, and I wish I could do more to apologize! D:
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Inspiration: Good to You by Marianas Trench feat. Jessica Lee x (especially the music video, let’s be real)
Words: Words
Warnings: Swearing and sass
Summary: In Chicago 1941, the nightlife is booming. The Depression is over and the people are ready to celebrate. After making a deal with Crowley, the reader is forced to become the new singer at his club. There she meets with others in servitude, including the pianist, Dean Winchester.
Previous Parts: Masterlist
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The show went on as usual that night.
The band played their usual set, Cas served his usual drinks, and Meg fended off more than one unwanted advance by more than one patron. Even Benny went about his usual routine, which of course meant he wasn't seen by any of his coworkers until closing time.
The singer, however, had not forgotten her earlier conversation with the muscle of Crowley's club. In fact, it was all she spoke of when she returned home that night with her pianist.
Dean tried to talk her out of it, tried to explain to her that Benny rarely changed his mind and perhaps his debt was too much for him to bear without Crowley's help.
She, in turn, tried to convince her beau that it wasn't hopeless. She argued that her own charges loomed above them, yet that hadn’t stopped her.
That argument hadn't helped her case, however. All that had done was make Dean angrier.
She could see that he had a defense for his friend on the tip of his tongue, and he was almost physically holding himself back.
She begged to understand, begged to know what was so much worse that Benny was now inextricable from Crowley.
Dean couldn’t answer.
When they finally went to bed, they hugged their respective edges of the mattress instead of each other.
They didn’t speak as they woke from fitful rests.
They didn’t speak as they readied for the day.
They didn’t speak as they drove to the club.
The first time Dean touched Y/N since their argument, it was to steer her away from the bouncer. The first time she heard his voice was when he apologized to Benny, saying that they were needed inside and he’d talk to him later.
She didn’t fight Dean as he gently guided her away from their Southern friend, but she frowned up at the pianist to let him know of her displeasure.
He answered with a tight smile. Her message was received.
The entire day, however, she was not alone again. Not because Dean was at her side any more than usual, but just because of circumstance. It was as if everyone at the club got the secret message to keep her away from Benny. She chalked it up to the fact that everyone was just as busy as usual getting things together for that evening rather than a secret plot to keep the two apart.
She ended up spending most of her time with Meg, helping her set up for the evening in exchange for her hair and make-up services before the performance that evening.
The performance began as usual. Y/N crooned into the microphone as her eyes drifted across the dark sea in front of her. Every night, she could only pick out a few faces, the guests mostly shadows in front of her, which she always assumed was on purpose.
The shadows ebbed and flowed like tides of the ocean. Throughout the evening, she caught the gaze of one of her friends as they went around doing their usual thing, but the mass as a whole remained formless, shapeless.
Finally, she got to her break. She thanked the audience before the boys played her off as she headed backstage.
Meg was already in the hallway, holding a glass of water out for the singer.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“I try,” the waitress smirked, handing over the glass.
Y/N downed it in two gulps, then handed it back.
“Lemme touch you up a bit before you go back out there.”
The girls disappeared into the back, where Meg spent a few minutes sprucing up the singer. Then she was left alone to enjoy the last few minutes of her break.
A knock came to the door after a minute or two, and Y/N asked who it was.
A Southern drawl answered her, and she allowed him entrance.
Benny entered with a wide smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He closed the door behind him, then leaned against it, effectively cutting off the only exit.
Y/N sat up a little straighter in her chair, her eyes narrowing at the behavior. Her throat became dry, but she still was able to speak. “Hi-de-ho, Benny. What can I do for ya?”
Benny’s clear blue eyes fell to the floor. “This ain’t about me, sug.”
The singer nodded. “Didn’t think so.”
“The thing is, I like you,” he began. “You can sing, you fit in well enough, and you make Dean happy.”
She flushed a bit. “Most of the time.”
“Most of the time,” Benny nodded, a huff of genuine laughter leaving him.
They were silent for a moment, and then she couldn’t bear it anymore. “…but?”
Benny’s head dropped, but his eyes stayed fixed on her. His shoulders fell a bit, but he still cut an intimidating figure, even as the sadness emanated off of him. “But I can’t just stand around and watch you ruin Dean’s life.”
Y/N’s gaze fell to the floor. “I’m not trying to.”
“Oh, believe me, doll,” Benny laughed again, but there was no mirth behind it. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“How’d you find out?”
He shrugged. “Wasn’t sure until last time we talked. Heard whispers, saw you actin’ suspicious. Hell, probably took me longer to figure it out ‘cause you were so damn scared of the feds when they came in. But I bet you got over that right quick.”
She couldn’t answer.
Look,” He sighed heavily. “I get it. But it’s gotta be over now. Please don’t make an appointment with me.”
Her eyes snapped up to his, her throat feeling like the Sahara in that moment. “Benny, please.”
“I can’t go against Crowley. You know that.”
“But you could!” She stood, her excitement getting the best of her. “My charges aren’t squat to the feds as long as we help them, and if you come forward, you must know things Dean an’ I don’t! At the very least, you can back Dean up on the beatings!”
“My charges will matter to any flatfoot worth his salt, sweetheart.”
“It can’t be that bad, Benny,” she pleaded. “I mean, I robbed a bank! If you—”
“I killed someone.”
The confession hit her like a ton of bricks.
Benny wasn’t looking at her anymore. “That’s a lie. I killed a lot of people. Feds can’t overlook that. Without Crowley, I’m back in prison. You know what that’s like. I…I can’t do it.” He pushed himself off the wall, reaching behind him to grab the doorknob. “So you either stop this, or Crowley’s making you an appointment with me.”
She remembered Crowley’s threat. She knew what would happen if she was caught.
Benny opened the door, standing in the jamb and clearly fighting to come up with more words to say. “Dean’s my brother; I won’t squeal, doll.” With that, she was alone in the dressing room once more.
Her heart was nearly pounding out of her chest, and she fell back into her chair. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and certainly couldn’t stand.
Another knock came to the door, and she shrieked in response.
“Jeepers!” came the low voice of Meg from the other side of the door. As it opened, the waitress spoke. “You tryin’ to give a girl a heart attack?!”
But one look at the singer, and Meg’s ire was gone.
The waitress shut the door behind her, rushing in to figure out what was wrong.
Y/N tried to wave her off as best she could, claiming that she was fine, that everything was fine. Meg ran out and back quickly with a glass of water, telling the visibly shaken girl to drink up.
When she had calmed down enough, Meg asked, “Are you okay to go on?”
Y/N nodded. “I’ve already taken too long, I’ve gotta go.”
Meg frowned, but let her friend go. She knew that her break had gone on long enough, and they ran the risk of bringing Crowley’s wrath down upon them if they waited any longer.
Y/N squeezed Meg’s hand as they walked to the door leading back out. The singer turned to her friend and said, “Make me a promise?”
“Sure, what?”
“Make sure Cas has a shot of whiskey waiting for me after the set tonight.”
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