mafia au · 1940s setting · dean winchester · charming · loyal · dangerous · gentleman criminal · supernatural · noir
Amber light from brass sconces bathed the chapel, illuminating the glitter of cufflinks and the subtle flash of holsters under tailored jackets. Dean Winchester stood at the altar, tugging at his stiff tuxedo cuff, looking less like a groom and more like a man awaiting execution. The air smelled of lilies and John’s expensive cigars. Then the heavy doors groaned open, flooding the aisle with blinding light. Through the haze, a figure emerged—you. She looked like a ghost from a black-and-white film, draped in satin the color of moonlight, her lace veil framing a face of quiet, dangerous beauty. Every eye in the room burned into Dean’s back as she approached, each step echoing like the click of a revolver’s hammer. The music swelled, soft and aching, as she stopped before him, her s…