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enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-05-21 01:51 am
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-05-21 01:51 am
[OTC] Safehouse
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dude_imbatman used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Dean/Bela snuggle.]
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in the face.”
Bela raised an eyebrow slightly at that, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Really. You called me, remember?”
“Yeah, and I’m starting to regret it.” Dean mimicked her posture, leaning back against the wall of Bobby’s panic room. She wasn’t really sure why Bobby had decided to blow her cover now of all times, but apparently the boys really needed her help with something, but a side effect of that was that she couldn’t even walk out of her apartment without facing some kind of demonic spawn trying to take her head off. She was lucky she made it to her car, let alone all the way to South Dakota, where Singer Salvage was located. “Forgot how much of a pain in the ass you were,” he added at the end and she just smirked, crossing her legs in front of her as she sat down on the cot.
There was silence. A long silence that was really starting to bore Bela, but she wasn’t going to make the first move on this one. They had called her, and she had showed, so now it was time for them to follow through on their end of the deal, namely being why they wanted her here. If they wanted to beat around the bush, that was fine with her.
Not like the world was ending or anything.
“Do I even want to know how you survived?”
Bela sighed slightly, before reaching down to flick something off her skirt. “Last minute save by a friend. No, you don’t get to know the details.”
“Ever think that maybe you might have shared that information with us?” Dean growled slightly. “Considering everything that’s happened at this point?”
“From what I understood it was pretty much a one-shot deal,” she replied. “Besides, I had an idea of what Lilith wanted you for. If I had tried to save you, she would have just killed me anyway, and you still would have died, so what difference would it have made?”
Dean snorted turning away from her. “You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised that you’re still a heartless bitch.”
The words didn’t sting, they never had, and she saw them coming. It was one of the things that made Dean predictable, especially when he needed her help. In fact, considering everything she’d done to them, she would probably considering ‘heartless bitch’ a term of endearment. Didn’t change the fact that she was here on business and she could be reacting. Shouldn’t be reacting. But for some reason, she felt it needed to be said.
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
“You’re sorry?” Dean spun around, fixing her with a glare as he did. “I died and went to Hell and you’re sorry.”
“Well, what do you want me to say, Dean?” Bela replied, placing her hands on her hips. “You want me to coddle you and tell you that it should have been me instead of you? Sorry your delicate sensibilities were offended, but I’m not about to throw myself under a bus for anyone, let alone you. I did what I had to do to survive, and I’m not going to apologize for that. It’s about survival. Not principle.”
“I know,” he said with a heavy sigh, turning away from her. “I know it is. And because I didn’t, I put this whole mess into motion.”
Bela paused for a moment, looking over at him. She’d never seen him so—splintered. One minute he was screaming at her, and the next he was collapsing in on himself. It was—startling, so drastically different from the man she knew and she wanted to find some way to fix it. She had no idea how, and was quiet for a moment, before pushing herself to her feet and making her way over to him.
She could feel him tense when her arms slid around his shoulders, pressing against his back, and she waited for him to pull away from her out of disgust or a similar emotion, but he didn’t. She just paused for a moment, before tilting her head up so that he was whispering in his ear.
“You were just surviving, Dean,” she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Terrible things may have happened because of it, but you can’t hate yourself for just trying to do what you could to survive.”
Dean paused for a moment, before shoving her off him and making his way back over towards the wall. “Yeah, actually. I can.”
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dude_imbatman used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Dean/Bela snuggle.]“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t punch you in the face.”
Bela raised an eyebrow slightly at that, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Really. You called me, remember?”
“Yeah, and I’m starting to regret it.” Dean mimicked her posture, leaning back against the wall of Bobby’s panic room. She wasn’t really sure why Bobby had decided to blow her cover now of all times, but apparently the boys really needed her help with something, but a side effect of that was that she couldn’t even walk out of her apartment without facing some kind of demonic spawn trying to take her head off. She was lucky she made it to her car, let alone all the way to South Dakota, where Singer Salvage was located. “Forgot how much of a pain in the ass you were,” he added at the end and she just smirked, crossing her legs in front of her as she sat down on the cot.
There was silence. A long silence that was really starting to bore Bela, but she wasn’t going to make the first move on this one. They had called her, and she had showed, so now it was time for them to follow through on their end of the deal, namely being why they wanted her here. If they wanted to beat around the bush, that was fine with her.
Not like the world was ending or anything.
“Do I even want to know how you survived?”
Bela sighed slightly, before reaching down to flick something off her skirt. “Last minute save by a friend. No, you don’t get to know the details.”
“Ever think that maybe you might have shared that information with us?” Dean growled slightly. “Considering everything that’s happened at this point?”
“From what I understood it was pretty much a one-shot deal,” she replied. “Besides, I had an idea of what Lilith wanted you for. If I had tried to save you, she would have just killed me anyway, and you still would have died, so what difference would it have made?”
Dean snorted turning away from her. “You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised that you’re still a heartless bitch.”
The words didn’t sting, they never had, and she saw them coming. It was one of the things that made Dean predictable, especially when he needed her help. In fact, considering everything she’d done to them, she would probably considering ‘heartless bitch’ a term of endearment. Didn’t change the fact that she was here on business and she could be reacting. Shouldn’t be reacting. But for some reason, she felt it needed to be said.
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
“You’re sorry?” Dean spun around, fixing her with a glare as he did. “I died and went to Hell and you’re sorry.”
“Well, what do you want me to say, Dean?” Bela replied, placing her hands on her hips. “You want me to coddle you and tell you that it should have been me instead of you? Sorry your delicate sensibilities were offended, but I’m not about to throw myself under a bus for anyone, let alone you. I did what I had to do to survive, and I’m not going to apologize for that. It’s about survival. Not principle.”
“I know,” he said with a heavy sigh, turning away from her. “I know it is. And because I didn’t, I put this whole mess into motion.”
Bela paused for a moment, looking over at him. She’d never seen him so—splintered. One minute he was screaming at her, and the next he was collapsing in on himself. It was—startling, so drastically different from the man she knew and she wanted to find some way to fix it. She had no idea how, and was quiet for a moment, before pushing herself to her feet and making her way over to him.
She could feel him tense when her arms slid around his shoulders, pressing against his back, and she waited for him to pull away from her out of disgust or a similar emotion, but he didn’t. She just paused for a moment, before tilting her head up so that he was whispering in his ear.
“You were just surviving, Dean,” she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Terrible things may have happened because of it, but you can’t hate yourself for just trying to do what you could to survive.”
Dean paused for a moment, before shoving her off him and making his way back over towards the wall. “Yeah, actually. I can.”
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