enjoythe_ride | [OMP] For some reason, you're tied together with someone else. Now what?

[OMP] For some reason, you're tied together with someone else. Now what?

[*cackles evilly, or at least attempts to and it ends in a cough* This is set sometime between 303: Bad Day at Black Rock, and 306: Red Sky at Morning, and really – it’s just a bit of fun. Which, frankly, Bela is in need of.]

This was not the way she had planned on spending her evening. In fact, she had planned to just make this a quick in-and-out job, not to put up with Dean’s whining, or not-so-veiled insults, or stupid attempts to get back at her for shooting his brother. Or was it that he was getting back at her for stealing his scratch tickets? Whatever the case may be, she was getting more pissed off by the minute, and Sam was lucky that he wasn’t here, because she may be just a little tempted to shoot him again.

So far, the lead they had been pursuing was a dead end for the demon the brothers were looking for, but would have probably been rather profitable for Bela in her search for her amulet—provided the idiot she had been saddled with hadn’t decided to pretend he was two and play the always fun game of “Let’s handcuff Bela to the Nearest Stationary Object,” didn’t count on her being a little smarter and faster than to fall for that, and managed to get himself handcuffed to her. And then, he revealed to her that he clearly hadn’t thought this plan through and that not only did he had planned to just leave her there, he hadn’t brought the keys as well. So now, Bela and Dean were making their way through the dark museum, handcuffed to each other, and Bela was very, very, very much not amused.

She was sure Dean was annoyed as well, but that idiot’s feelings weren’t really all that pertinent at the moment.

She grit her teeth slightly as she made her way through, feeling the weight of her gun in her breast pocket, and wondering if she could shoot him without getting his blood and guts all over herself. She knew at this distance it was unlikely, so she wasn’t exactly willing to try it—she liked this jacket, she wasn’t about to get anything on it, so instead she just yanked her wrist, pulling Dean after her as they continued to make her way through the dark building in search of her amulet. Whatever the brothers happened to be hunting—it could wait. Dean had basically just given her free range of their little mission, whether he wanted to or not.

“Once we get out of these,” she said as she continued walking, not turning back to face him. “I’m going to shoot you. Several times over. And I’m going to make sure your death is slow and painful.”

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He kept replaying it in his head. He'd done it a dozen times before all with very, very successful results. Bitch thief though? Apparently quicker with her hands than Dean had figured on, and sure... maybe the smarter plan would've been to slap the cuffs onto the pipe first... sure that would've been smart but he had one chance to get her wrist and once his fingers wound tight around her arm he wasn't taking a chance.

Stupid other hand.

The only saving grace was that by some luck of the entire mishap it actually turned out that they hadn't cuffed the same hands. If he had to drag her ass backwards through the damn place he would've, but this was just easier. Well as easy as being handcuffed to Bela was.

He jerked his arm more toward himself again, another futile attempt to regain some of his side of the handcuffs as if he was ten arguing over what side of the Impala Sam was on. Of course she just yanked back just as hard and he gritted his teeth, nearly grinding his back molars a bit out of frustration.

"Just try it Sweetheart," he glared at her through a narrow gaze, "You've got a line in front of you of people that want to shoot Dean Winchester." Maybe there was a slight cocky tone to the sentence but when you've got the last months of your existence ticking off one day at a time, you tend to make every smart ass remark count.

Dean thought he caught the tail end of whispers and he stopped short waiting for the lurch of his arm forward and Bela to curse, "Oh... should I have told you that I was stopping?"

The fact that there were a line of people looking to shoot Dean Winchester didn't surprise her in the slightest. In fact, the only reason she hadn't done it sooner was because he happened to be holding that bloody rabbit's foot at the time, and she couldn't. So she had to settle for the next best thing. She did feel a little bad about using poor Sam as collateral damage like that -- but sometimes a point needs to be made, and people get caught in the crossfire.

As predicted, when Dean stopped, Bela kept walking and when she felt her arm get yanked back, she stumbled back towards him, landing badly on one ankle, feeling it give under her in a not pleasant direction, she hopped up slightly, moving slowly back to where he was standing, and gingerly placing weight on the ankle she twisted, testing the threshold for pain on that one. She wasn't going to complain about it -- he would just tell her it was what she got for wearing boots like those on a hunt, and she wasn't exactly the type to look for pity.

"Might have been nice," she replied through gritted teeth as she straightened herself again. "But since you didn't, can I at least know why?"

His free hand waved her to shut the hell up but of course he was pretty sure she wasn't going to be actually listening to him, so he shot her a look pairing it with a near hiss of words, "I heard something." Which he actually had, it was a low murmur of something, and really despite only catching one episode of that show Lost in the past four years he thought it was like that chick that got offed in the jungle with the whispers all around her. Cop chick. Not that he actually paid attention it was mostly to annoy Sammy that he was using the laptop for something important and the important was watching some lame television show.

"You didn't hear that?" Then it went again and Dean looked at her with that 'Come on you had to hear that' look, "How 'bout now Princess, that tickle your ears at all? That was at least loud."

Oh, of course, he 'heard' something. That's a perfectly reasonable explanation to just come to a dead stop and nearly break her ankle. Seeing something would probably have much more of a reason for pause, and since she didn't hear anything, she thought it was more of just a reason for him to jerk her around, and the rest of what he was doing was just providing cover. Now, though, when he was starting to insist on it more and more, she rolled her eyes before actually listening, catching the faint tail ends of a whisper before looking up at him with a very upset frown.

"I thought you two were dealing with a demon."

Shit.

See this was why he hated going by what other people saw or heard, cause people had this funny thing of making shit into a bigger deal. So if it was a small spectral something, they'd twist it around until it was the fucking Loch Ness Monster in their bathtub.

Plus Bela was assuming Sammy had been on this one, which put his heckles up a bit because he could handle this on his own. With one hand tied behind his-

He could handle it. On his own too.

"Yeah thought so. Guy said he saw something big..." which Dean bit back the smart ass remark he had stored up in his mind within the minute, "All the signs pointed to demon, but hell if this is something different?" Which clearly it was.

The hell was Bela getting out of this place anyway? He knew it was some knick knack or something. "Well what were you stealing Bela? Come clean too I don't want to hear you were looking for some long lost Dead Sea Scroll only to hear it was really something that could've saved my ass some time figuring out what we're really up against."

Oh, eyewitness accounts. They always had a fun way of evolving into tall tales, but luckily for her, she usually dealt with things, not events, and things had a very precise, very un-exaggeratable location. She didn't have to worry about bad information, unless they gave her the wrong location, and usually? That wasn't the case.

"Just an amulet, Dean," she said, rolling her eyes as she turned to start walking again, wrapping her fingers around the chain of the handcuffs as she yanked him a long behind her. "An amulet that has absolutely nothing to do with hearing voices or whatever form of the boogey man you may happen to be dealing with."

He gave her a wary look, drawing his lips into a thin line nearly scoffing at her remark about the boogey man. He was still halted of course that was until his arm got yanked the direction she was headed rather abruptly. Bela and amulets always seemed to add up to nothing good at all. Not that Bela and anything ever added up to anything good but still.

Shaking his head he ran his free hand over the back of his neck and up into his hair a bit roughly before dropping his hand back to his side. There was something she wasn't telling him, and he knew she sure as hell wasn't planning on telling him either.

He started to run through the details passed to him for the hunt in his head. Everything pointed to demon so why the hell would there be any amulet even remotely involved in the whole thing. Why the hell would Bela even be interested in the town at all. Freaking amulets.

"Just an amulet Bela? And I'm Just that good looking, but just an amulet wouldn't have woken you from your little high rise of security," he chided back to her. "Either it's tied to whatever the hell is spooking the neighbors or this is just one hell of a nasty coincidence for you."

She rolled her eyes, and continued walking, glancing back at him over her shoulder momentarily. "When a buyer offers me something in the range of seven figures for an amulet, that's definitely enough to get me out of bed, worthless or no."

If a buyer was desperate enough to offer her one-point-five, for an amulet that she was pretty sure was a worthless piece of shit, who was she to question him? The customer was always right, after all.

"So I think I'll go with coincidence on this one, Dean. Unless -- you really don't believe in those."

Dean sneered at Bela for the moment really not thrilled that he was this close to her. Seriously if the handcuffs could've just not been attached to him... or maybe had a few more links in the chain he might've been happier. This just wasn't a happy day for him.

"Seven figures?" That sort of money meant something to someone at least. She could call it a coincidence all she wanted, but if there was that much money on the line? There had to be something to it all.

"That doesn't sound like coincidence to me, that sounds like a moron thinking they've got the balls to pull of something bigger." Pausing for a moment he grinned, "Wasn't talkin' bout you either Sweetheart, we both know you've probably got a set of brass ones."

Keeping his gaze on the hallway for a moment he swore he saw something, but shook it off. "Alright, so this amulet, worth seven figures to someone, and really don't care about the buyer I want to know what the thing looked like. I mean are we talking metals, mystic mumbo jumbo crap? Maybe something that'd match my eyes?"

Best case scenario the thing was controlling whatever was milling about, worst case scenario the thing was invoking whatever was milling about, and really both of those seemed pretty shitty to him.

Bela didn't want him any closer either -- but if he wanted to keep his distance from her, he really needed to learn how to keep up. Her eyes were darting over the walls, searching for any sign of what she may be looking for, hidden in plain sight.

"According to the lore, it's made of ivory," she said slowly. "Certain notches and carvings to accompany it, but otherwise it's about as useful as a Precious Moments statue. It's what it's made of that makes it worth what it is, rather than what it does."

She paused slightly, turning back to face him and raising an eyebrow. "Satisfied, or are you going to continue to stick your nose into business that's none of yours?"

Dean tried to think of Ivory and anything he'd read, or Sam had shoved under his nose about it. All he could think of though were those Indian Goddesses with eight arms and toned abs with the long flowing dark hair. Exotic with plenty of arms, it wasn't like he thought about it too often, but it was an interesting notion. There was that episode of Charmed too. Not that he watched that either. Well except McGowan was pretty hot, Milano too.

"Ivory? There better not be some pissed off Elephant Spirit thundering around here cause I sure as hell don't want demonic Elephant memory pulling this mug up on his list when I head to hell," he smirked still trying to keep it light. Really it was his death, his deal... and apparently he was pretty sure there was a long line of Demons waiting for him to drop into Hell for a bit of one on one time.

Shrugging he turned down another hallway, yanking Bela right along side him. Honestly it was turning into a regular tug of war between them, and neither was too fond of giving in easily. He didn't blame her, but really he wanted to.

Bela rolled her eyes at the elephant comment. She had a feeling that animals didn't haunt objects -- they didn't have the consciousness to project onto an object, or even to exist as a spirit itself. She also knew that he was joking, but it was a rather lame attempt at humor -- but then again, most of his jokes usually were.

She wasn't expecting him to turn in the direction that he did, so when she felt the yank on her wrist, she couldn't help but stumble. She felt the heel of her boot slip out from under her, and she grabbed for the nearest thing she could find -- which happened to be Dean's arm.

She tried to stifle the small squeak of pain when her ankle twisted in a direction it wasn't naturally supposed to go in. Taking a deep breath, she hobbled slightly as she tried to catch up with him, obviously in a little pain, but not really enough to lean on him for support. Not that she would anyway.

He'd never let her hear the end of it.

He wasn't deaf, and the squeak of a girl was honestly one of the few things his hearing was pretty damn well fine tuned toward. He just preferred when it wasn't squeaks as a result of pain of some sort. Pausing he turned toward her, trying not to let his frustration over the job wash over his features, "You okay?"

Knowing she wasn't came just by the slight limp she had now and if he wasn't such a fine young man he might've still made her keep up the brisk pace he'd been charging down the hall at.

Of course the moment he paused was the moment he saw the damn thing behind her. His hand reached for her shoulder, tugging her behind him a bit, which stupidly twisted his arm behind himself for a moment before he saw it waft into the other room. "Fuck," Dean cursed beneath his breath. "Just a talisman. Just a little ivory dealy-bob right?" Dean shook his head, "You see that thing? That doesn't just drift around. Someone summoned it, you know probably with a talisman?"

"Fine," she said, gritting her teeth slightly. "Nothing a little ice and elevation won't cure." She paused for a minute now that he did, letting herself rotate her ankle slightly so that she could see if it was anything more than just twisted.

However, when he yanked her behind him -- nearly sending her tumbling to the ground, mind you, not that he'd care -- she was too busy trying to get her balance to actually see the thing before it disappeared. Her eyes narrowed, and she placed her free hand on his shoulder before she regained her balance and started looking around.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" she sighed, brushing her hair out of her face as she glanced around, looking for what he was referring to. "I don't see anything."

Exhaling a short breath he kept his eyes alert trying to see if he could sort out where exactly it had gone to, and possibly what the hell he was going to do about it now. Raking his hand down his features he glared at Bela from over his shoulder. Twisting himself around he faced her giving her a death look at how the hell he'd managed to once more get himself in this sort of mess with her.

"That thing wafting around this damn place isn't exactly run of the mill shit you know. That sort of thing gets summoned, and I'm betting it's all thanks to a lovely trinket you've been trying to get your hands on. Which is fine, except we don't have the pendant, and we don't know who summoned it in the first place. If it's one of the bodies that already turned up? We're fucked. Not in the don't call me in the morning way either."

His hand rested over his mouth, thumb dragging from his cheek to his jawline a bit as he thought it over. He let his thumb brush up back from his jaw as his hand shifted to allow it to press to the corner of his eye for a moment before he dropped it back to his side.

"Alright I'm gonna ask you one more time Bela, why are you after the pendant, and what do you know about it?"

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