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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-12-07 08:45 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-12-07 08:45 pm
[JMM] Arrangement
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wayward_au after things that haven’t happened yet, but since when does my brain work in order. Dean = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494, Amy = hissluttyjuliet.]
The hospital was on the way back from Rawlins’, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop in and see how they were doing. If there had been any change in Sam, she probably would have heard about it, so he wasn’t the object of her concern, but she liked Alec enough to consider him a friend, and Rawlins had wanted her to bring some things by for him—help him to keep the mind occupied. She wasn’t sure of Alec would be able to read the journals in question—Rawlins had never claimed to have decent handwriting—but if Alec wanted to try and decipher them, more power to him. She was just the delivery girl, after all.
She made her way past the nurses and reception without a second glance, before heading upstairs to where the room was located. The only reason she came to a stop was when she reached the door of the hospital room, blocked by the wards she had gotten the Winchesters from Rawlins himself. She sighed heavily, before looking up and meeting Dean’s tired eyes. He was fixing her with the standard mild glare, and she just rolled her eyes. “Are you going to let me in or not?”
Dean just smirked at her. “I’m thinking not. Bad things to happen when you and I are in the same space lately.”
“I’m just coming to drop some things off for Alec,” she said with a sigh, giving him a look. “And then I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”
Dean shook his head lightly, before nodding. “Alright—c’mon in.”
Bela rolled her eyes at how much he enjoyed that, before making her way into the room, pulling out some of the books as she went. Alec was asleep in the hospital bed, looking worse off than she was comfortable with him looking. Not bad, but great either. She placed the books down on the tray in front of him, before turning back to Dean.
“You look like hell.”
Dean glared up at her slightly. “I thought you were just here to drop off some things for Alec.”
“I can’t make a comment while I’m here?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before slipping her bag back over her shoulder. “You’re not the only one who’s been through that, you know.”
“Yeah, but I’m the only one who still has a soul,” Dean sighed before looking up at her. “Then again, you never had one to begin with.” Bela’s jaw set and her eyes drifted away at that one.
“You still know nothing about me, Dean.”
“I know enough.”
Bela sighed heavily. “I lasted five years on the rack. And not five years up here, five years down there. But then again, I didn’t exactly have the Winchester will power, so you probably don’t quite share in my short lived tenure. I was in Hell for ten months—one hundred years down there. I’m not proud of what I did, but I did them. So, Dean—you’re not really alone on this one.”
Dean was quiet for a minute, before looking down at his hands. Bela moved closer to him, and he looked over at Alec, his eyes clouding over slightly. “After they grabbed Sam—I couldn’t even trust myself around them.” His voice was quiet, almost as though he didn’t want Alec overhearing, even though he was asleep. “I was so scared that I was going to—” He glanced back at her, before snorting and shaking his head. “I don’t even know why I’m bothering to explain this to you of all people.”
Bela sighed heavily, before closing her eyes. “Yes, well—unlike me, Dean, you’re still human. You need to sleep.” He started to shake his head, and she closed her eyes. “Probably every time you close your eyes you hear them scream, but there are ways to sleep without having nightmares.” She wasn’t going to bother telling him that what he did wasn’t his fault. He needed to know that it was. He needed to feel the guilt for it, or she would really be worried about leaving his boys in his care. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t sleep.
Dean looked up at her, the smartass look returning to his face as he looked up at her. “So what are going to do? Drug me again?”
“I could,” she said with a shrug. “I promise you that this floor isn’t nearly as forgiving as my couch. Or you could go find Amy, and take her option, which is a bit—friendlier.”
She waited, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she watched him weigh the options in front of him, before shaking his head. “I can’t. I’m not leaving Alec and Sam alone, no matter what those wards can do.”
Bela sighed softly, before lowering her bag again. “I think I can handle a little baby-sitting while you get some sleep.”
Dean watched her again, before running a tired hand over his face and starting to push himself up. “I’ll go find Amy.”
“I’ll be here when you’re finished,” Bela nodded, before moving to take his seat. “I think I saw Amy at the end of the hall, talking to one of the doctors.”
He nodded, before glancing back at Alec, then at her again. “Thanks, Bela.”
“Anytime, Dean,” she said with a nod, before pulling out a magazine and settling in for the night. It really was the least she could do.
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wayward_au after things that haven’t happened yet, but since when does my brain work in order. Dean = jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494, Amy = hissluttyjuliet.]The hospital was on the way back from Rawlins’, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop in and see how they were doing. If there had been any change in Sam, she probably would have heard about it, so he wasn’t the object of her concern, but she liked Alec enough to consider him a friend, and Rawlins had wanted her to bring some things by for him—help him to keep the mind occupied. She wasn’t sure of Alec would be able to read the journals in question—Rawlins had never claimed to have decent handwriting—but if Alec wanted to try and decipher them, more power to him. She was just the delivery girl, after all.
She made her way past the nurses and reception without a second glance, before heading upstairs to where the room was located. The only reason she came to a stop was when she reached the door of the hospital room, blocked by the wards she had gotten the Winchesters from Rawlins himself. She sighed heavily, before looking up and meeting Dean’s tired eyes. He was fixing her with the standard mild glare, and she just rolled her eyes. “Are you going to let me in or not?”
Dean just smirked at her. “I’m thinking not. Bad things to happen when you and I are in the same space lately.”
“I’m just coming to drop some things off for Alec,” she said with a sigh, giving him a look. “And then I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”
Dean shook his head lightly, before nodding. “Alright—c’mon in.”
Bela rolled her eyes at how much he enjoyed that, before making her way into the room, pulling out some of the books as she went. Alec was asleep in the hospital bed, looking worse off than she was comfortable with him looking. Not bad, but great either. She placed the books down on the tray in front of him, before turning back to Dean.
“You look like hell.”
Dean glared up at her slightly. “I thought you were just here to drop off some things for Alec.”
“I can’t make a comment while I’m here?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No.”
Bela rolled her eyes, before slipping her bag back over her shoulder. “You’re not the only one who’s been through that, you know.”
“Yeah, but I’m the only one who still has a soul,” Dean sighed before looking up at her. “Then again, you never had one to begin with.” Bela’s jaw set and her eyes drifted away at that one.
“You still know nothing about me, Dean.”
“I know enough.”
Bela sighed heavily. “I lasted five years on the rack. And not five years up here, five years down there. But then again, I didn’t exactly have the Winchester will power, so you probably don’t quite share in my short lived tenure. I was in Hell for ten months—one hundred years down there. I’m not proud of what I did, but I did them. So, Dean—you’re not really alone on this one.”
Dean was quiet for a minute, before looking down at his hands. Bela moved closer to him, and he looked over at Alec, his eyes clouding over slightly. “After they grabbed Sam—I couldn’t even trust myself around them.” His voice was quiet, almost as though he didn’t want Alec overhearing, even though he was asleep. “I was so scared that I was going to—” He glanced back at her, before snorting and shaking his head. “I don’t even know why I’m bothering to explain this to you of all people.”
Bela sighed heavily, before closing her eyes. “Yes, well—unlike me, Dean, you’re still human. You need to sleep.” He started to shake his head, and she closed her eyes. “Probably every time you close your eyes you hear them scream, but there are ways to sleep without having nightmares.” She wasn’t going to bother telling him that what he did wasn’t his fault. He needed to know that it was. He needed to feel the guilt for it, or she would really be worried about leaving his boys in his care. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t sleep.
Dean looked up at her, the smartass look returning to his face as he looked up at her. “So what are going to do? Drug me again?”
“I could,” she said with a shrug. “I promise you that this floor isn’t nearly as forgiving as my couch. Or you could go find Amy, and take her option, which is a bit—friendlier.”
She waited, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she watched him weigh the options in front of him, before shaking his head. “I can’t. I’m not leaving Alec and Sam alone, no matter what those wards can do.”
Bela sighed softly, before lowering her bag again. “I think I can handle a little baby-sitting while you get some sleep.”
Dean watched her again, before running a tired hand over his face and starting to push himself up. “I’ll go find Amy.”
“I’ll be here when you’re finished,” Bela nodded, before moving to take his seat. “I think I saw Amy at the end of the hall, talking to one of the doctors.”
He nodded, before glancing back at Alec, then at her again. “Thanks, Bela.”
“Anytime, Dean,” she said with a nod, before pulling out a magazine and settling in for the night. It really was the least she could do.
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