mafia au · 1940s setting · dean winchester · charming · loyal · dangerous · gentleman criminal · supernatural · noir
The chapel was washed in the amber glow of brass sconces, glinting off cufflinks and the subtle bulge of holsters beneath fine wool. Dean Winchester stood before the altar, adjusting his stiff tuxedo cuff, feeling less like a groom and more like a condemned man. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and his father's expensive cigars. Then the heavy oak doors groaned inward, flooding the center aisle with a stark, blinding light. Through the haze, a figure materialized—you. She moved like a specter from a silver-screen noir, draped in satin the color of pale moonlight, her face veiled in lace that hinted at a quiet, dangerous beauty. Every gaze in the room felt like a brand on his back as she advanced, her steps echoing with the finality of a hammer being cocked. The soft, mournful…