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AN: This one was based off 'Express' by Christina Aguilera from the movie 'Burlesque'. Hope you guys like it and be sure to check out the bottom AN for more news and what not.

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Express

"You do know it's kind of bad luck to come in here and see me before the performance, right?" 'Rosie' asked from her seat in front of the mirror.

"Isn't that for weddings, though?" Dean asked, leaning against the door frame.

He saw her smile on the mirror's reflection. "I just hope I don't die here because a bartender decided to go against status quo and enter the girls' dressing rooms." She turned around and stood up from her vanity seat.

"Semantics." He dismissed, smirking over at her.

She strode up to the Winchester, the hem of her silken robe trailing after her legs like water. She tilted her head. "Uh-huh." She returned his smirk and jutted out her hip. "And what exactly cause you to break taboo?"

Dean was having a hard time answering her. His eyes kept traveling from her eyes to her red lips to her flowered robe that was doing one hell of a job teasing him - seriously, was she wearing black leather under that? - and he was only able to return to her face at an excruciatingly slow pace.

And he had no idea why this was so troublesome for him.

"Dean?" Her voice forced him up again. "You okay?"

"Wha-" He stopped himself before he could say anything embarrassing. "Yeah. I'm good."

"Then why are you here?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sammy still is getting nowhere contacting other hunters in the area." Why did he come in if he was just going to give her the same news?

"Then I'll go ask around during the next couple days. There's got to be a local coven or convention or something that keeps tabs on magic users." She reasoned, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"We'll go with-"

"No." She stopped him. "You two have to get here earlier this week. Inventory, remember?" She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I can handle this one on my own."

"You sure?" Dean fought to stay focused on what she was saying, not what she was doing to him at the moment - whether she knew it or not.

"Positive." She smiled up at him. "I hunted long before you came into my life, Winchester."

His mind was reeling to say something witty in response, but that small smile of hers was making it hard to think of - well - anything other than her hand on his shoulder and her eyes staring into his.

Just as he found something to say, a throat cleared from behind him. He turned around to find Jean looking at the two with an expression of surprise on her pale face.

"Dean-o," Jean announced. "You know you can't be in here."

"I know." He kept his eyes on Rosie. "i just wanted to wish Rosie here good luck."

"As if she needs it." Jean commented, indignation washing over both her face and her voice.

"That's probably true." Dean smiled at her. "But it doesn't hurt, right?"

"Right..." It didn't sound like she believed him. "I'm just telling you before Henry - or even worse, Sheryl - finds you here, Dean-o."

"Okay then." Dean conceded. "I'll talk to you after?"

"Yep." Rosie smiled again.

"See you then." He started to pull away. Her fingers followed down his arm as he moved. He couldn't stop himself. He took hold of those damn fingers as they reached his own fingers.

"See you then." She repeated. She squeezed his fingers before letting him go back to the bar.

The last thing he saw before the door was closed on him were her red and smiling lips.

The place was packed that night. And people were coming left and right to get their drinks before the opening number started. Pretty soon a lull came over the audience as the lights dimmed on stage.

"It's a cold and crazy world," Sheryl started, looking up to the audience from her chair on stage. "That's ragin' outside." The red lights started to fade in. "Well baby me and all my girls," She gestured to all the other performers, who were around some more black chairs. "Are bringin' on the fire." The woman looked back to the crowd. "Show a little leg," She kicked her legs out in front of her and stood up from the black chair. "Gotta shimmy your chest." She then brought her hands up her bodice and by her face. "It's a life," Her index finger stuck up. "It's a style," Her middle finger was added. "It's a need," Her ring finger joined the other two. "It's Burlesque." Sheryl put all the other girls on display with her outstretched arm.

She slowly slipped off stage as the younger performers continued. Their heads had started to rise up from their lowered positions. Soon enough most of them were in sitting positions or lying down on the stage in their black costumes.

Then came the snapping.

"E-X-P-R-E-S-S Love, sex, ladies no regrets." The ladies started to crawl up from their previous stances."E-X" They got up to their chairs and sat down."P-R-E-S-S" Their lithe bodies moved to the drum beat with their own choreography. Dean had to watch. "Love, sex, ladies no regrets."

"Been holding back for quite some time." Dean was able to pick out 'Rosie' on the middle chair in the front just by her voice - and her hair curled for the performance. "And finally the moment's right." The other women around her spread their legs and stomped on the ground to the beat of the music. "I love to make the people stare." Rosie ran a hand down her now outstretched leg. And the older Winchester found himself staring as her fingers trailed over the fish net stockings. "They know I got that certain savoir-faire." She winked to the seated audience.

The performers quickly jumped off their chairs. "Fasten up." And they started striking their hands onto the wooden seats to the beat again. "Can you imagine, what would happen if I let you close enough to touch?" All the other dancers quickly sat back down and smacked the ground as Rosie continued to sing. "Step into the fantasy. You'll never want to leave," She walked slowly around her chair, her black bodice - there was no way it could be anything but leather - reflecting off the alternating red and yellow lighting. "Baby that's guaranteed… Why?"

"It's a passion," Everyone stood up from their seats. "An emotion. It's a fashion," Their dancing became synchronized. "Burlesque." They were twirling their chairs around themselves. "It'll move you. Goin' through you. So do what I do," They all sat down and spread their legs in those fish nets. "Burlesque." They all grabbed their chests over their bodices and looked from their left to their right.

"All ladies confident, flaunt it," They climbed up to stand on their chairs. "Boys throw it up if you want it." Rosie shook a closed fist up and down a couple of times before letting it go, the others following her lead. "Can you feel me? Can you feel it? It's Burlesque." The girls got off their chairs and strutted around them. But Rosie stayed on hers, her body pulsating with the music.

"I tease 'em 'til they're on the edge." She leaned over her body, and Dean's eyes followed her hands as they traveled down to her heeled boots. He surprised himself with the thought of her wearing those back at the Bunker for him. A thought he was too afraid to recognize. "They scream and moan for more and more they beg." The girls started to move their chairs behind her, crouching on the pieces of furniture when they were placed. "I know it's me they come to see." Rosie gestured to herself as the others snapped behind her. "My pleasure brings them to their knees." She leaned over the chair as she belted out the latest note.

"Fasten up." They all got off their chairs. "Can you imagine," Rosie started for the edge of the stage. "What would happen if I let you close enough to touch?" All the chairs got pushed back. Rosie's was kicked back by one of the other girls - a friend of hers. "Step into the fantasy." They all joined Rosie at the edge and danced in sync again. "You'll never want to leave. Baby that's guaranteed," A circle was formed around her. "…Why?"

Dean watched as they repeated the chorus, his eyes trained on Rosie the whole time as the dancers did their thing around her. And he could have sworn that the singer was looking right at him - out of everyone else in front of her. "It's Burlesque."

The ladies synced up again as soon as the strobe lights started to flash on and off. "Burlesque" She was looking at him again. And he found himself stuck in place. "Burlesque" The group was slowly making their way forwards, letting the strobe lights take effect of the performance. That one word was repeated a couple more times before the chorus came again.

"It's a passion." They all stuck their chests out. "An emotion." And again. "It's a fashion," And once more. "Burlesque." Their hands flew up to the tops of their bodices again. "It'll move you," The ladies bent over. "Goin' through you," And slowly got up again, making sure to swing their hips as they did. "So do what I do. Burlesque." Could you really blame him for whistling with the rest of the bar area as they ran their fingers through their hair? "All ladies confident, flaunt it." Rosie gestured to everyone on stage. "Boys throw it up if you want it." She pointed to the audience seated in the cloth covered tables. "Can you feel me?" Dean saw her smile as she looked at the people to the left. "Can you feel it?" And repeated it on the right. The other dancers smiled back at her and it looked genuine to the Winchester. "It's Burlesque." The company looked up at the audience - their lips parted and their eyes hooded.

The lights went out and the song was finished.

Dean went back to the various customers wanting more drinks and willing to tip generously after that performance, unable to get that final expression from Rosie out of his mind.

'Rosie' walked to the bar after the place had closed and she had gotten all her stage make up off - she really hated that stuff with a passion.

Her boots clunked as she made her way to the younger Winchester. She waved at him before slipping onto the bar stool. The brothers were finishing up the bar maintenance and then they were going to go to the nearest diner.

Rosie looked over the room that was packed earlier that night. There must have been more people in attendance than any other night during her time here. It was a good night - to say the least.

"Rosie!" She heard Henry call out. The woman in question looked over to the man who was coming to her from backstage.

"What can I do for you, Henry?" She asked, hopping off her acquired stool. He was carrying a platter with a couple glass mason jars filled with various amounts of money.

"I've got it. I've got it." The older man dismissed as he set the platter down on the bar counter with a clang.

"Now, hon," He looked at her. "When you joined us, we left a few things out when we explained to you what our lovely little studio was about." He pointed at the jars. "There is a system that we have here. Everyone has a jar of their own and we collect the tips throughout the night and put them in their respective jars." She studied the glass jars. Each was filed to various degrees with dollar bills and other loose coins.

"Usually, Sheryl and I just add the tips to your weekly pay stub. But we've agreed to let you take yours that you were able to earn tonight." He smiled at her. "That is, if you can guess correcting which one is yours." He smirked challengingly at the girl.

What? She looked at the brothers in question. Or help. There was over twenty jars there.

"Are you serious?" She asked incredulously.

"Hon, I never joke about money."

She looked at the numerous jars. Hers couldn't be the one full of money. But then again it couldn't be the one with a couple bills on the bottom.

So she picked out one of the higher side but still in the middle.

Henry gave her a disapproving noise.

So she chose another one a little higher.

"Nope," Henry stated. "Higher." She went one more. "Higher." And another one. "Getting closer." There were only a couple more. "Almost there." The last one was left.

"There you go! I knew you couldn't be all beauty!" Henry exclaimed.

It was the one so full of money that it was overfilling.

"Serious?" She asked hopefully.

"I never joke about money, hon." He reiterated. "I just finished counting it, too. five hundred and sixty eight dollars and fifty cents." He gave her the jar. "All yours."

"For real?" She started to take the money out.

"Oh yes. You fif spectacular job tonight." He pushed the platter aside. "And I wouldn't be surprised if you were asked to do more in the very near future."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Thank Sheryl. It was her idea." He took the now empty jar and placed it back on the platter. He returned to the dressing rooms, the platter in his hands.

Rosie looked back and the Winchesters. "Did you guys know about this?"

"Yeah," Sam answered. "We couldn't say anything, though."

"I guess only a few performers know about the system." Dean added.

"Then I guess food's on me at the diner." She offered, smiling up at both of them.

"Let;s get to it!" Dean announced before jumping over the bar counter. Sam chose to walk around it, like the civilized person he was.

"Yeah, let's stop at our rooms first, though." He started to walk out of the place. "I need to wash this eye liner off before we go anywhere in public."

AN: There's another installment! I've just been so busy lately and I wrote this while procrastinating on some Calculus homework that's due tomorrow... Oops.

Don't worry. I'm with this story until the end of the line. Although I have been writing little stories for the 'Teen Wolf' fandom - none of them are being published unless either this story is finished or I just can't wait any longer because I've finished like five stories for them so far - and some other writing exercises.

I'm also getting back into the swing of writing some of the requests that I've been getting - starting with a sister!fic because another one has been high in demand.

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