Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-11-24 10:39 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-11-24 10:39 pm
[JMM] Picture prompt
[Dean is not binding on any muse. AU. Just for fun. Oh, and they’re demons.]
Stilettos
The front of her heels tapped impatiently against the carpet, crossing her arms in front of her chest. They didn’t have forever to do this, and her impatience was only one of the things that had been amplified since being sent to the pit. She sighed heavily, rolling her neck before glancing down at the watch her meat suit had been wearing.
“He is such a woman,” she growled impatiently, before glancing back towards the door. “Are you finished yet?”
He stepped out of closet, reaching around his neck to pull off the tie he was wearing. “Of all the meat suits in the world, you had to get the guy with nothing but monkey suits in the closet.”
She smirked slightly at that, pushing herself up onto her feet as he tossed both the tie and suit jacket to the bed. “But you look good in the monkey suits,” she teased, moving over and resting her chin against his shoulder. He glanced back at her—the green eyes were different from the ones he had when he was alive, but still—she could see the same Dean Winchester behind them. The same hate and contempt that he had for her when he was alive, but this time, she wasn’t taking it personally. Dean hated the whole world. Her? She was a little bit less on the hate side.
He just snorted at her, before pulling away lightly. “It’s my first time coming topside—forgive me if I don’t fit into the meat suit as easily as you did.”
Bela just smirked back at him, before turning on her heel. “You’ll get used to it—eventually.”
“God, I hope not,” Dean chuckled as he followed her. He was silent for a moment, before he moved against her, pinning her up the bedroom door. His fingers pinned her wrists to the wall and he press his body up against hers, breathing hard against the back of her neck. “I have so much more work to do down there.”
She knew that Alastair had been grooming Dean as his successor, and she had to say, as far as she was concerned, the idea was brilliant. There was nothing scarier than a hunter turned demon, and Dean had no trouble laying it into every soul that came across his plate. She didn’t know who he was thinking of as he did it, or whether or not he just enjoyed the pain and screams, but he was a marvel to watch. And now, he was going to be a marvel with something he really could tear to shreds. That thing, however, wasn’t her.
“Dean,” she sighed, her eyes falling closed slightly when his hips pressed against her from behind, pushing her further up against the door.. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Aww, c’mon, Bela. You were the one who proposed angry sex before,” he murmured, teeth and lips starting to trail down her neck. “I’ve been down in the pit for nearly twenty years. That’s a long, long time.” His lips started to move upward again, and his hips rotated ever so slightly against her. “Girl’ll still be there to gank when we’re finished.”
“Maybe she will be,” Bela replied, shoving Dean off her as she turned around, pinning him back against the door instead, before leaning in close, her lips inches from his. “Or we can deal with this after she’s dead and the job’s done.” She pushed back from him, straightening her clothes slightly. “Now can we just get this over with. You said it yourself—you want to go home.”
Dean just flashed her a grin, before pushing himself up and reaching for the door knob. “Still the same cold bitch you used to be. Why am I not surprised?”
Her face hardened slightly at that, and she walked past him as he held the door open, looking him in the eye. “Screw this up for me, Dean? And I’ll show you exactly how cold I can be.”
Dean just smirked, before following out the door and closing it behind her.
***
Watching Dean work was—masterful. It wasn’t about the kill, or the pain inflicted between then and now. From the minute he walked into the room where the girl was, he was the picture of measured control. He reminded her so much of Alastair, and the way he relished in the skin splitting under his fingers. Dean really had become the perfect demon—all the anger and rage he had stored up over the years, both in Hell and above, and it turned him into the picture perfect soldier for the future.
The girl was pinned against the wall, scared out of her mind. Tears poured down her face and she begged for her life, begged for him not to kill her. Bela watched him as he held her there, staring back at her. She was pretty. Blond—the kind that curled all over the place. There was something in his eyes that faltered. Something in his eyes that registered something, saw something in her that he recognized. He stayed where he was for too long, holding the position beyond what he should have, and that was when she started to get worried. Their orders were to kill—not terrorize.
“Dean,” she said firmly, making her way over and looking at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there something wrong?” His jaw tensed and flinched. She could see it, even if he couldn’t, and her eyes narrowed. “Dean.”
“I’m fine,” he growled, turning his eyes on her as they blinked back.
“Good,” she said, raising an eyebrow back at him. “Then finish the job.”
His jaw tensed again, his eyes on her for a minute as he snapped her neck without even looking. The body dropped to the ground, and he started to move towards her. He didn’t look happy about it, but that wasn’t of her concern.
“See?” she smirked slightly, watching him carefully. “All done. Now you can go home.”
“Not yet,” he snarled. There was something in his eyes that she didn’t like. That this wasn’t the same as the souls he had torn apart in Hell. She started out backing away from him, until she felt herself hit the table, and he just continued to advance on her, pinning her down against the table and leaning over her. “We have unfinished business.”
Her eyes closed slightly as she felt him pressing in against her, and she tensed for a moment, trying to push him off. “Really, Dean?” she floundered, trying to get up and away from him, and he caught her thigh, holding her in place. “Here?”
Dean yanked her back against him and looked her dead in the eye. There was something there—some kind of desperation. Almost as though he was seeking comfort for something, and while she was sure that Dean Winchester’s humanity had been eaten away long ago, there was something there that was looking for something. And there was a part of Bela that was willing to give it to him. “You really going to tell me no,” he growled.
She shook her head, “Of course not.”
“Good.”
1199 words
Stilettos
The front of her heels tapped impatiently against the carpet, crossing her arms in front of her chest. They didn’t have forever to do this, and her impatience was only one of the things that had been amplified since being sent to the pit. She sighed heavily, rolling her neck before glancing down at the watch her meat suit had been wearing.
“He is such a woman,” she growled impatiently, before glancing back towards the door. “Are you finished yet?”
He stepped out of closet, reaching around his neck to pull off the tie he was wearing. “Of all the meat suits in the world, you had to get the guy with nothing but monkey suits in the closet.”
She smirked slightly at that, pushing herself up onto her feet as he tossed both the tie and suit jacket to the bed. “But you look good in the monkey suits,” she teased, moving over and resting her chin against his shoulder. He glanced back at her—the green eyes were different from the ones he had when he was alive, but still—she could see the same Dean Winchester behind them. The same hate and contempt that he had for her when he was alive, but this time, she wasn’t taking it personally. Dean hated the whole world. Her? She was a little bit less on the hate side.
He just snorted at her, before pulling away lightly. “It’s my first time coming topside—forgive me if I don’t fit into the meat suit as easily as you did.”
Bela just smirked back at him, before turning on her heel. “You’ll get used to it—eventually.”
“God, I hope not,” Dean chuckled as he followed her. He was silent for a moment, before he moved against her, pinning her up the bedroom door. His fingers pinned her wrists to the wall and he press his body up against hers, breathing hard against the back of her neck. “I have so much more work to do down there.”
She knew that Alastair had been grooming Dean as his successor, and she had to say, as far as she was concerned, the idea was brilliant. There was nothing scarier than a hunter turned demon, and Dean had no trouble laying it into every soul that came across his plate. She didn’t know who he was thinking of as he did it, or whether or not he just enjoyed the pain and screams, but he was a marvel to watch. And now, he was going to be a marvel with something he really could tear to shreds. That thing, however, wasn’t her.
“Dean,” she sighed, her eyes falling closed slightly when his hips pressed against her from behind, pushing her further up against the door.. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Aww, c’mon, Bela. You were the one who proposed angry sex before,” he murmured, teeth and lips starting to trail down her neck. “I’ve been down in the pit for nearly twenty years. That’s a long, long time.” His lips started to move upward again, and his hips rotated ever so slightly against her. “Girl’ll still be there to gank when we’re finished.”
“Maybe she will be,” Bela replied, shoving Dean off her as she turned around, pinning him back against the door instead, before leaning in close, her lips inches from his. “Or we can deal with this after she’s dead and the job’s done.” She pushed back from him, straightening her clothes slightly. “Now can we just get this over with. You said it yourself—you want to go home.”
Dean just flashed her a grin, before pushing himself up and reaching for the door knob. “Still the same cold bitch you used to be. Why am I not surprised?”
Her face hardened slightly at that, and she walked past him as he held the door open, looking him in the eye. “Screw this up for me, Dean? And I’ll show you exactly how cold I can be.”
Dean just smirked, before following out the door and closing it behind her.
***
Watching Dean work was—masterful. It wasn’t about the kill, or the pain inflicted between then and now. From the minute he walked into the room where the girl was, he was the picture of measured control. He reminded her so much of Alastair, and the way he relished in the skin splitting under his fingers. Dean really had become the perfect demon—all the anger and rage he had stored up over the years, both in Hell and above, and it turned him into the picture perfect soldier for the future.
The girl was pinned against the wall, scared out of her mind. Tears poured down her face and she begged for her life, begged for him not to kill her. Bela watched him as he held her there, staring back at her. She was pretty. Blond—the kind that curled all over the place. There was something in his eyes that faltered. Something in his eyes that registered something, saw something in her that he recognized. He stayed where he was for too long, holding the position beyond what he should have, and that was when she started to get worried. Their orders were to kill—not terrorize.
“Dean,” she said firmly, making her way over and looking at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Is there something wrong?” His jaw tensed and flinched. She could see it, even if he couldn’t, and her eyes narrowed. “Dean.”
“I’m fine,” he growled, turning his eyes on her as they blinked back.
“Good,” she said, raising an eyebrow back at him. “Then finish the job.”
His jaw tensed again, his eyes on her for a minute as he snapped her neck without even looking. The body dropped to the ground, and he started to move towards her. He didn’t look happy about it, but that wasn’t of her concern.
“See?” she smirked slightly, watching him carefully. “All done. Now you can go home.”
“Not yet,” he snarled. There was something in his eyes that she didn’t like. That this wasn’t the same as the souls he had torn apart in Hell. She started out backing away from him, until she felt herself hit the table, and he just continued to advance on her, pinning her down against the table and leaning over her. “We have unfinished business.”
Her eyes closed slightly as she felt him pressing in against her, and she tensed for a moment, trying to push him off. “Really, Dean?” she floundered, trying to get up and away from him, and he caught her thigh, holding her in place. “Here?”
Dean yanked her back against him and looked her dead in the eye. There was something there—some kind of desperation. Almost as though he was seeking comfort for something, and while she was sure that Dean Winchester’s humanity had been eaten away long ago, there was something there that was looking for something. And there was a part of Bela that was willing to give it to him. “You really going to tell me no,” he growled.
She shook her head, “Of course not.”
“Good.”
1199 words