Warnings: swearing and the setting

Word Count: 2806 words (six pages long)

Summary: Imagine the Boys seeing you sing in a bar

AN: So, has anyone seen Burlesque with Cher and Christina Aguliera? I love that movie so much and while watching it - again - I got an idea on how the Imagine with my own little twist. I'm hoping that this could turn out as a multi fic. I plan on using songs from the movie and other songs that I can see as maybe being performed in a Burlesque style club/bar. The song for this chapter is on youtube. Just go to the website and search 'Christina Aguliera tough lover burlesque' and click on the first one - that gives you the full scene from the movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the songs used in this story.

Tip Jars - Tough Lover

"I hate this case." Dean heard her say from the back of the Impala. He pulled up to the curb and parked Baby. He got out of the passenger seat and the other two did the same.

"It's only been one week, apple-pie." Dean replied.

"Yeah, but you're not the one shaking her ass up on the stage." She waited for the Winchester brothers, her hands on her hips and her face molded into a grimace.

There had been accounts of strange deaths to performers at a Burlesque club in LA and Dean jumped on the case as fast as he could. He and Sammy had gotten in as bartenders a couple weeks ago, but they realized that they needed someone on the inside - closer to what was happening than the brothers could get. Dean had convinced her to audition as one of the 'performers' and she had gotten in. She went under the name of 'Rosie' and Dean personally loved it. He took every opportunity he could to call her that, much to Rosie's dismay. It had been added to the list of nicknames that he had used on her.

"Oh, c'mon! It'll be fun. You might even get laid, Rosie." Dean said after she was told that she would be performing for the club.

"I would still have a better chance than you, pretty boy." She had smirked. He and Sam had to wear dark eyeliner for some reason that Dean was unaware of. He had to borrow Rosie's black eyeliner for the gig. It was ridiculous. She had to put it on for him and Sammy - really embarrassing.

"We don't even sing. Everyone but Sheryl lip syncs to the songs. The tech crew keeps the mics off, too - as if someone was going to try to sing or something." She complained as the three made their way to the club. Sheryl, a tall and intimidating older woman, owned the place and ruled with an iron fist. While she was all for innovation, it had to go through her first. And - from what the other bartenders say - she was a bitch and used it to her advantage. Rosie adored the woman, and Dean had no idea why.

"Even Kylie?" Dean asked, incredulous. Kylie was the main performer for the club - other than Sheryl. Her tip jars were always overflowing with cash. Dean even saw one man put a hundred dollar bill in there one night.

"Yes, Dean, even someone as amazing as Kylie." Rosie rolled her eyes at the thought of the bodacious blonde who was - for lack of better terms - the queen bitch of the other performers. No one could tell her what to do. Well, no one other than Sheryl - and that was a tug of war in itself. Rosie never really liked those kinds of people, to be honest with you. They were selfish and reckless, fucking up everyone else's lives for their own gains.

"She's still hot though." Dean vindicated, earning a bitch face from his brother and a slap on the arm from Rosie.

"Yeah, okay Dean." She said as she slipped by him and towards the dressing rooms behind the stage.

"Really, Dean?" Sam commented as the two brothers walked to their stations behind the bar.

"What?" Dean asked, wondering what he did wrong, if anything. His younger brother just looked at him expectantly and walked ahead, picking up a conversation with one of the other bartenders, Paul.

Rosie was out on stage, in the middle of her last performance for the night and Dean wasn't really paying attention. She and the usual group of girls had done this number many times over her first week. Besides, he had a cute little redhead sitting on the barstool right in front of him that needed to be taken care of.

He did, however, notice when the music had disappeared suddenly. He looked up at the stage to see what was going on. The five girls stood on the stage like deer in the headlights. Obviously, this wasn't part of the plan. He saw Rosie looking around - probably for an explanation. He also saw customers leaving the club. One left, and then another, and then a few more left. People started to leave the seats in favor for the exit. And, to make things worse, the curtain had started to drop from the ceiling. That was not good.

He was brought back to the stage by a voice that was different - rawer - than the voice from the track. "Ooh." He looked up to see Rosie with her eyes shut tight and her mouth open wide, projecting noise that was louder than most things he's heard through a mic. "Oh - yeah, yeah." What did she think she was doing? "Oooh - yeah, yeah." The curtain stopped in its place, halfway from the ceiling to the stage floor. Her voice was loud, then he remembered that it would have to be if she couldn't use a mic for assistance.

Dean watched as she opened her eyes and looked to the crowd. The other four girls moved behind her, giving Rosie the stage to do whatever it was she thought she was doing. In Dean's opinion, this little plan she had could either go very good or very bad. He just wasn't sure which one it was yet. "I need a tough lover, yeah yeah yeah. I need a, a tough lover, woo" The curtain began to raise up to it's original place at the ceiling again and Rosie started to walk out into the middle of the stage. The spotlight followed her like a moth to a flame.

"I need a, a tough lover, yeah yeah yeah. A tough lover, ooh yeah." The band started to play along with what she was doing and she looked at them and smiled before continuing on. "When he kisses me, I get that thrill." She sensually ran her hands along the black leather bodice she was wearing. "When he does that wiggle I won't keep still." She sped up the pace and practically ran up to the front of the stage, dancing to the music as she went. "I wanna a tough lover - yeah, yeah. A tough lover - woo. I need a tough lover - yeah, yeah. Tough lover, uh-huh." Dean watched as she lost herself to the music.

He smiled at her and looked over at his brother, who was doing the same thing. He returned his gaze to the stage where she started to sing the next verse. "The seven sisters got nothing on him. I'm talking about a lover who's fast as the wind." She strode over to one side of the stage and started dancing again as she sang. Dean started to clap his hands to the beat and Sam followed his lead, causing the other people around the brothers to follow suit. "Everyone will talk about how he got me fixed. It ain't voodoo, it's just that twist." She flew over to the other side of the stage and gave the viewers just as much of a show as she did to the former side. The other girls on stage started to clap along with some of the customers. "He will be the greatest lover that ever come to pass. Don Juan ain't got the half the chance." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted to the center again.

"He's a tough lover - yeah, yeah. A tough lover - woo." She looked behind her, a surprised expression on her face when she realized that the other four had started to sing back-up for her. "He's a tough lover - yeah, yeah. A tough lover, uh-huh." The music started to get faster again, but Rosie kept up with ease, carrying the vocals like she was born to do so.

"He'll make me laugh, he'll make me cry. He'll be so tough he'll make Venus come alive." Dean noticed that she was looking at him now, smiling as she belted out the verse. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. "He'll do anything that he wants to do. Step on Jesse James's blue suede shoes, yeah." She joined the other four girls and they all clapped their hands to the beat together, in perfect synchronization. The five girls up there on stage looked like they were having the time of their lives performing up there with one another. Soon the ending line came up and Rosie ran up in her heels to the edge of the stage and finished out strong, "A tough lover, uh-huh." She winked to the crowd, but Dean could have sworn that her eyes were on him the whole time. The audience was roaring with applause. She looked down and smiled shyly from all the attention.

"Go, Rosie!" Dean cheered along with his brother and many other people. She looked up and found him again in the animalistic crowd, grinning like a other four girls came up to Rosie and hugged her, pulling her back behind the descending curtain.

All the customers had been herded out of the club. All that was left to do was clean up the bar area and head to their motel. 'Rosie' - as was her name around here for now - was walking out of the backstage area and to the bar when she was suddenly lifted up from behind.

"You were amazing up there!" She heard from behind her - Sam. He spun her around a couple of times and she laughed out loud, her arms and legs flailing out in front of her.

"Sam!" She squealed as the younger Winchester carried her to the bar, where Dean was wiping down the wooden counter. "Put me down!" She commanded, laughing as she spoke.

He sat her down on one of the barstools and looked at her - the biggest grin she had ever seen gracing his face. "Rosie," Sam said. There were still other people working for the night. "I had no idea that you could sing like that!"

She felt her face and neck coloring profusely and she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and out of her face. "I used to sing like that all the time." She looked up at the brothers, who were both on the opposite side of the counter, giving her incredulous looks. "In high school." She elaborated.

"Why didn't you continue?"

"Hunting got in the way." She cleared her throat and continued on, looking away from the boys awkwardly. "My mother didn't really approve of me doing things that didn't have too many things in common with hunting a wendigo." She looked down at her fingers and watched them fidget with the hem of her band tank top instead of looking at either Dean or Sam.

She heard Dean inhale - probably to say some off-handed comment - but then was interrupted. "Hey, Rosie!" She turned around to find Jean, one of the girls that were up on stage with her. "Wanna head over to the bar with me and some of the others?" The girl asked, and the group of girls behind her giggled. Rosie looked back to see Dean flirting with them behind her back.

"Not tonight, Jean." She replied. "Got some sleep to catch up on."

"Dean?" Jean turned her attention fully onto the older Winchester. "Will you go with us?" She asked, her voice going up an octave in hope.

"You know I'd love to, ladies," Dean smiled at the group of young women. "But I've gotta close up here." He gestured to the bar area.

"Maybe another time then." She gave him one of the most flirtatious smiles that have ever been witnessed on the face of the planet. It made 'Rosie' sick.

"Maybe." Dean ambiguously agreed before turning his attention back to wiping down the bar counter.

Soon enough, the Winchesters had closed the bar for the night. They passed the doorman, Barry, who told Rosie that she looked amazing on stage earlier that night. She blushed profusely and thanked him before quickly walking out into the cool late night air.

The three got into their respective places in the Impala. Dean started her up and then they were on their way back to the motel.

Once Baby was safely parked outside of their rooms, the brothers got out. She reached for the door handle but was stopped when the older Winchester opened it. She took his outstretched hand and slid out of the car. She smiled up at Dean and walked with him towards the open door for his and Sam's room - hers was next door.

"Guys," She said when all three of them were in the room. "I'm too tired to do anything tonight. Let's just talk about the game plan over breakfast at the diner down the street tomorrow."

"I second that." Dean agreed, walking over to the small fridge and grabbing a beer for himself. He opened the bottle and returned to her side, taking a swig when he stopped.

"It is pretty late." Sam commented. "Yeah, that sounds good." He nodded and grabbed some clothes from his duffel bag. "I'm gonna take a shower. This eyeliner needs to come off ASAP." She laughed as he closed the bathroom door.

She turned to leave for her own room, but was stopped when she felt Dean's hand lightly grasp her arm. She turned around and faced him, wondering what he was going to do. "You really did a good job up there, apple pie." Dean said as she stood in front of him.

"Thanks, Dean." She smiled up at him and quickly pecked his cheek before walking out of the Winchester's room and to her own.

Dean stood in that place, the only movement that he made was his fingers gently resting on the exact spot where her lips had touched his skin. He was really in for it now he was sure of it.

AN: So y'all are gonna have to tell me whether or not you like this idea. If I get - let's say - at least fifteen reviews or whatever, I'll continue with this. I have a story planned out, but the thing is is that it needs to be written, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep updates as regular as some of the other authors out there on the interweb. What with school and all that.

I am planning on partaking in this year's National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo) if you don't know what it is, just google it! I wanted to do it last year but I didn't have the time. But this year, I hope that it will be different. I'm going to be entering in the fanfiction category and all the Dean/Reader stories that I've been posting this year will be collaborated into one giant collection of stories. I'm so excited for this, you guys have no idea!

I will be continuing on with writing the requests and such, just it will be at a more irregular pace than it has been this summer, I'm really sorry about that guys, I just have so much school work to do every night and the only time that I get to write is when I decide to pull an all-nighter during the weekends, like tonight. So, just because it hasn't been written yet doesn't mean that I'm not thinking about it! Cool? Cool.

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~Becca