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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-07-31 01:24 am
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-07-31 01:24 am
[BCM] Good and Evil
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fullonobiwan and ourslutty_yoda used with permission of their mun who made a request for Demon!Bela and Demon!Dean with a Ruby cameo. Sam isn’t binding on any particular muse for this verse, unless one is up for it.]
She heard somewhere that Sam had a thing for blonds.
She figured there had to be some kind of truth to it—after all, he did let Ruby follow him around for a while. However, it wasn’t Sam’s attention she wanted, it was Dean’s, and Dean’s eyes didn’t have a preference. He liked girls that were all colors of the rainbow, so she worked with something she knew he’d recognize. A brunette with curves, somewhat similar to her former self, yet not standing out that much. She needed to still play with him a little more—that much hadn’t changed.
She perched on her stool, sipping a drink that she didn’t really need but felt like having anyway. She needed to look as human as possible, and that tended to be a bit hard to do. Not after she’d been out of the human loop for so long.
Fact of the matter was, she already knew what he was going to ask her. She knew that he would rather shoot himself that do it, but she also knew that he was running out of options. Not many people were looking to cross the other big blond in their lives, especially since she was the one who turned most of them in to what they were anyway. But Bela had never been scared of little blonds, especially ones that held the contract on her life—mostly because that little blond never took care of her business herself. She had her big bad dogs do it for her, and that wasn’t something Bela tended to respect much.
And Sam was fighting. He was out of control, driven mad by grief and pain, but he was fighting. He couldn’t do it alone, however—he needed legions, armies, people to stand up against Lilith, because there were far too many cowards on hell’s side looking for some retribution from the world above. And that was what Dean was here for. He was coming to Bela for her help, and while she had a feeling he didn’t trust her any more now than he did when she was alive, and in fact now was probably five times worse considering the demon angle, and she certainly wasn’t going to do him any favors, but she couldn’t deny the fact that there was certainly a very sweet reward in it for her if this, unlike the other Winchester plans, didn’t actually fall through.
She crossed her legs in front of her, leaning back against the bar and sipping her drink, before a rather attractive gentlemen came over, leaning over and resting her elbows against the bar for a moment. She knew it was him before he even opened his mouth, but she wanted to wait for him to talk anyway.
“I don’t like that I’m doing this.”
“Well, no one ever said you had come talk to me,” she said with a sigh. “I’m sure you would have been just as happy pretending that I didn’t have to be involved.”
“You don’t.”
“Then why this meeting?” she asked, glancing over at him. “Why do you need to talk to me?”
“Because I need your contacts,” he said with a slow sigh. “—Sam needs your contacts.”
“And you’re still at poor little Sam’s beck and call.” Bela clucked her tongue slightly. “Didn’t you ever get the balls to really be the big brother and boss him around for a change.”
That earned her a black eyed glare from the man next to her, and she just grinned evilly in his direction, taking another sip of her drink, before turning around to face him. “I think we could work something out, Dean. But—let’s just say it won’t be cheap.”
At that he snorted, “Same old Bela Talbot, always working her angles.”
“Hell didn’t change me that much, Dean,” she smirked. “Some basic fundamentals do in fact stay the same.”
“So what’s the angle?” he asked, clearly frustrated. “What do I need to do to get you on board with this?”
She frowned slightly before shrugging. “Don’t know yet. Still contemplating.”
“Damnit, Bela—we don’t have time for this.”
“I’ll come, Dean,” she said with a grin. “You’ll just have to wait to find out what kind of strings there are.”
She saw his jaw clench, his whole body tense as a blond she didn’t recognize right away came over and took his arm tightly. “C’mon, Dean—we don’t have time for her shit.”
“Oh, come now, Ruby,” she said with a teasing smile. “From what I’m told, the boys are in dire need of my help.”
“Not so dire as dropping to have to ask snakes for help,” Ruby said, turning back to her with a sneer.
“Ouch,” Bela said with a fake pout. “That really cut deep.”
“You know what?” Dean said, shaking his head. “She’s right—we’re not that desperate.”
“Whatever you say, Dean,” Bela said with a slow smirk. “When you are, give me a ring, yeah? I’m sure you know how to find me.”
Dean’s teeth gritted slightly, as he leaned in, getting in close so that his eyes were completely level with hers. “You know, it really doesn’t surprise me that you’re still the same evil bitch you used to be.”
“You’re a demon, Dean,” she said, keeping her face cool and collected, just like she always was. “Don’t you think it’s time to hang up the goody two-shoes?”
He gritted his teeth slightly, before pulling away from her. “Go to hell.”
“Already did, sweetie,” she grinned. “Going to have to come up with a better one than that.”
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fullonobiwan and ourslutty_yoda used with permission of their mun who made a request for Demon!Bela and Demon!Dean with a Ruby cameo. Sam isn’t binding on any particular muse for this verse, unless one is up for it.]She heard somewhere that Sam had a thing for blonds.
She figured there had to be some kind of truth to it—after all, he did let Ruby follow him around for a while. However, it wasn’t Sam’s attention she wanted, it was Dean’s, and Dean’s eyes didn’t have a preference. He liked girls that were all colors of the rainbow, so she worked with something she knew he’d recognize. A brunette with curves, somewhat similar to her former self, yet not standing out that much. She needed to still play with him a little more—that much hadn’t changed.
She perched on her stool, sipping a drink that she didn’t really need but felt like having anyway. She needed to look as human as possible, and that tended to be a bit hard to do. Not after she’d been out of the human loop for so long.
Fact of the matter was, she already knew what he was going to ask her. She knew that he would rather shoot himself that do it, but she also knew that he was running out of options. Not many people were looking to cross the other big blond in their lives, especially since she was the one who turned most of them in to what they were anyway. But Bela had never been scared of little blonds, especially ones that held the contract on her life—mostly because that little blond never took care of her business herself. She had her big bad dogs do it for her, and that wasn’t something Bela tended to respect much.
And Sam was fighting. He was out of control, driven mad by grief and pain, but he was fighting. He couldn’t do it alone, however—he needed legions, armies, people to stand up against Lilith, because there were far too many cowards on hell’s side looking for some retribution from the world above. And that was what Dean was here for. He was coming to Bela for her help, and while she had a feeling he didn’t trust her any more now than he did when she was alive, and in fact now was probably five times worse considering the demon angle, and she certainly wasn’t going to do him any favors, but she couldn’t deny the fact that there was certainly a very sweet reward in it for her if this, unlike the other Winchester plans, didn’t actually fall through.
She crossed her legs in front of her, leaning back against the bar and sipping her drink, before a rather attractive gentlemen came over, leaning over and resting her elbows against the bar for a moment. She knew it was him before he even opened his mouth, but she wanted to wait for him to talk anyway.
“I don’t like that I’m doing this.”
“Well, no one ever said you had come talk to me,” she said with a sigh. “I’m sure you would have been just as happy pretending that I didn’t have to be involved.”
“You don’t.”
“Then why this meeting?” she asked, glancing over at him. “Why do you need to talk to me?”
“Because I need your contacts,” he said with a slow sigh. “—Sam needs your contacts.”
“And you’re still at poor little Sam’s beck and call.” Bela clucked her tongue slightly. “Didn’t you ever get the balls to really be the big brother and boss him around for a change.”
That earned her a black eyed glare from the man next to her, and she just grinned evilly in his direction, taking another sip of her drink, before turning around to face him. “I think we could work something out, Dean. But—let’s just say it won’t be cheap.”
At that he snorted, “Same old Bela Talbot, always working her angles.”
“Hell didn’t change me that much, Dean,” she smirked. “Some basic fundamentals do in fact stay the same.”
“So what’s the angle?” he asked, clearly frustrated. “What do I need to do to get you on board with this?”
She frowned slightly before shrugging. “Don’t know yet. Still contemplating.”
“Damnit, Bela—we don’t have time for this.”
“I’ll come, Dean,” she said with a grin. “You’ll just have to wait to find out what kind of strings there are.”
She saw his jaw clench, his whole body tense as a blond she didn’t recognize right away came over and took his arm tightly. “C’mon, Dean—we don’t have time for her shit.”
“Oh, come now, Ruby,” she said with a teasing smile. “From what I’m told, the boys are in dire need of my help.”
“Not so dire as dropping to have to ask snakes for help,” Ruby said, turning back to her with a sneer.
“Ouch,” Bela said with a fake pout. “That really cut deep.”
“You know what?” Dean said, shaking his head. “She’s right—we’re not that desperate.”
“Whatever you say, Dean,” Bela said with a slow smirk. “When you are, give me a ring, yeah? I’m sure you know how to find me.”
Dean’s teeth gritted slightly, as he leaned in, getting in close so that his eyes were completely level with hers. “You know, it really doesn’t surprise me that you’re still the same evil bitch you used to be.”
“You’re a demon, Dean,” she said, keeping her face cool and collected, just like she always was. “Don’t you think it’s time to hang up the goody two-shoes?”
He gritted his teeth slightly, before pulling away from her. “Go to hell.”
“Already did, sweetie,” she grinned. “Going to have to come up with a better one than that.”
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