Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-04-30 05:45 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-04-30 05:45 pm
[ITK] Spatula
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wayward_au and backdated like whoa. Set after THIS.]
By the time Dean woke up the next morning, Bela was taking another break from the spirit board and brewing coffee. Ruby had come in a few hours ago from the vampires, covered in blood and saying something about a shower. Bela was just micromanaging, doing her best to get Dean and Ruby out of her hair as quickly as possible. It had been a long night—and with Dean unconscious for most of it, that was saying something.
Dean rubbed his eyes slightly as he walked into the kitchen, glancing at her but, but looking significantly less tired than he had when he walked in the door. She placed a cup of coffee down in front of him and he looked at it for a minute, before looking back at her. “Should I sit down before I drink it, so I don’t crack my head on your precious hardwood floors?”
Bela rolled her eyes before shaking her head. “It’s fine, Dean. Drink it. You’re going to need it.”
Dean continued to look at her for a minute, before picking up the cup and taking a sip. He swallowed, waited, then shrugged before drinking more of the coffee. “Find anything?”
She shook her head slowly as she bustled around the kitchen, gathering ingredients together to make breakfast. “Not yet. I have a feeling that she won’t let him be found until she wants him to be found.”
“Yeah, and by then it may be too late,” Dean sighed. “Just—keep looking, alright? I’m not giving up on Sam.”
There was no unspoken ‘yet’ on the end of that statement. She should have known better than to listen for one. This was Sam, after all—regardless of their differences, Dean would never willingly abandon his brother. As for as he was concerned, Sam was the end all and be all. And Dean wasn’t going to stop looking for Sam until he found him—dead, alive or otherwise.
“I didn’t expect you to,” she replied with a sigh, starting to mix the pancake batter. “I’m just saying not to expect to have answers right away.”
There was a heavy sigh and footsteps on the floor behind her, and suddenly Dean was standing over her shoulder, looking at what she was doing. Bela continued for a moment, before his stare started to get a little disconcerting. “Do you mind?”
“Just looking out for my own safety.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to just stand there, I’ll put you to better use.” She paused before pointing to the jar on the counter. “Hand me the applesauce?”
Dean did as he was told, before talking to her again. “Since when do you make pancakes?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I was on my own from the time I was fourteen. You think I just lived on take-out my whole life?”
“Yes,” Dean replied, before shrugging. “I did.”
“Well, I opted to teach myself to—” There was a smack! as her spatula came down on his hand to keep him from sneaking some of the batter. “—cook. I stayed healthier that way.”
“Uh-huh,” he said softly, rubbing his hand from where she had smacked it, and just watched her as she kept cooking the pancakes. “How’d you know I needed to sleep?”
“You mean aside from the fact that you looked like death run over?”
“Yes, aside from that.”
She paused for a moment, before glancing up at him. “I know what you’ve been through, Dean. I’ve been there, remember? It’s the stuff nightmares are made of. Which means you probably haven’t been sleeping.” Dean was quiet, and she looked over at him, starting to slide some of the pancakes onto a plate to hand to him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Dean. It happens. But if you want to be up to form when you go to get Sam back you need to sleep. And eat. There should be syrup in one of the cabinets.”
Dean nodded, before moving in the direction she pointed and settling in to eat. Bela turned back towards the stove, going back to cooking for a moment, before turning to join him at the table. He ate in silence, and went to move his plate to the sink before actually speaking.
“Thanks, Bela—for all of this.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a nod. “Safe travels, yeah? Don’t kill Ruby on the way.”
“Oh, I’ll try,” Dean rolled his eyes before turning and shouting up towards the bathroom. “Ruby! Get a move on, let’s go!”
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jstliketherifle, Ruby = ilove_atallman. Set in wayward_au and backdated like whoa. Set after THIS.]By the time Dean woke up the next morning, Bela was taking another break from the spirit board and brewing coffee. Ruby had come in a few hours ago from the vampires, covered in blood and saying something about a shower. Bela was just micromanaging, doing her best to get Dean and Ruby out of her hair as quickly as possible. It had been a long night—and with Dean unconscious for most of it, that was saying something.
Dean rubbed his eyes slightly as he walked into the kitchen, glancing at her but, but looking significantly less tired than he had when he walked in the door. She placed a cup of coffee down in front of him and he looked at it for a minute, before looking back at her. “Should I sit down before I drink it, so I don’t crack my head on your precious hardwood floors?”
Bela rolled her eyes before shaking her head. “It’s fine, Dean. Drink it. You’re going to need it.”
Dean continued to look at her for a minute, before picking up the cup and taking a sip. He swallowed, waited, then shrugged before drinking more of the coffee. “Find anything?”
She shook her head slowly as she bustled around the kitchen, gathering ingredients together to make breakfast. “Not yet. I have a feeling that she won’t let him be found until she wants him to be found.”
“Yeah, and by then it may be too late,” Dean sighed. “Just—keep looking, alright? I’m not giving up on Sam.”
There was no unspoken ‘yet’ on the end of that statement. She should have known better than to listen for one. This was Sam, after all—regardless of their differences, Dean would never willingly abandon his brother. As for as he was concerned, Sam was the end all and be all. And Dean wasn’t going to stop looking for Sam until he found him—dead, alive or otherwise.
“I didn’t expect you to,” she replied with a sigh, starting to mix the pancake batter. “I’m just saying not to expect to have answers right away.”
There was a heavy sigh and footsteps on the floor behind her, and suddenly Dean was standing over her shoulder, looking at what she was doing. Bela continued for a moment, before his stare started to get a little disconcerting. “Do you mind?”
“Just looking out for my own safety.”
She rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to just stand there, I’ll put you to better use.” She paused before pointing to the jar on the counter. “Hand me the applesauce?”
Dean did as he was told, before talking to her again. “Since when do you make pancakes?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I was on my own from the time I was fourteen. You think I just lived on take-out my whole life?”
“Yes,” Dean replied, before shrugging. “I did.”
“Well, I opted to teach myself to—” There was a smack! as her spatula came down on his hand to keep him from sneaking some of the batter. “—cook. I stayed healthier that way.”
“Uh-huh,” he said softly, rubbing his hand from where she had smacked it, and just watched her as she kept cooking the pancakes. “How’d you know I needed to sleep?”
“You mean aside from the fact that you looked like death run over?”
“Yes, aside from that.”
She paused for a moment, before glancing up at him. “I know what you’ve been through, Dean. I’ve been there, remember? It’s the stuff nightmares are made of. Which means you probably haven’t been sleeping.” Dean was quiet, and she looked over at him, starting to slide some of the pancakes onto a plate to hand to him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Dean. It happens. But if you want to be up to form when you go to get Sam back you need to sleep. And eat. There should be syrup in one of the cabinets.”
Dean nodded, before moving in the direction she pointed and settling in to eat. Bela turned back towards the stove, going back to cooking for a moment, before turning to join him at the table. He ate in silence, and went to move his plate to the sink before actually speaking.
“Thanks, Bela—for all of this.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a nod. “Safe travels, yeah? Don’t kill Ruby on the way.”
“Oh, I’ll try,” Dean rolled his eyes before turning and shouting up towards the bathroom. “Ruby! Get a move on, let’s go!”
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