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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-12-16 03:58 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-12-16 03:58 pm
Dean/Bela - Strictly Business
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Strictly Business
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot
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15pairings Prompt: 7. Up Close and Personal
fic_variations Prompt: work (#3)
Content Warning: Spoilers for 306: Red Sky at Morning.
Summary: Dean and Bela work a job that isn't exactly what they expected.
Author's Note: This is definitely post-"Red Sky at Morning," but I'm not sure whether it's before or after "Fresh Blood." Considering Dean didn't want to kill her, I'm going to assume it's before.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernautral. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dean grumbled as they walked up to the front door of the house. He fought off the subconscious urge to shove the woman who was clinging to his arm. Normally he wouldn’t care and shove her off anyway, but they were on the job. Again. And he had to pretend to be married to her. Again.
He really needed to stop letting her talk them into these things.
“Would you relax? I’m the one doing all the heavy lifting,” Bela sighed, before reaching for the invitation in her purse. “All you have to do is sit there and lose my money.”
“See, here’s the thing you don’t get, sweetheart,” he smirked back at her as he knocked on the door. “I don’t lose.”
“Fine then,” she smirked back. “You can double my money for all I care—but that’s really all you have to do.”
“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “Still can’t believe I’m helping you commit larceny.”
“Says the man who’s wanted for murder.”
“You know what—” Dean began as the door opened and Bela slammed her foot down on top of his to get him to cut off that statement. Dean hissed in pain, before turning on a smile as their host’s face appeared in front of them. “Hi.”
“Hello?” the man frowned. “Can I help you?”
“We’re here for the poker game,” Bela replied before Dean could speak, handing him the invitation. The man studied the invitation, before giving Bela a look that Dean couldn’t place. He looked her up and down once, before giving them a wide smile.
“Welcome to the game, then,” he said before escorting them inside. “You’re—Brad and Angelina DeVoe?”
“That’s us,” Bela replied smoothly, and Dean kept the grin plastered on his face until the man’s back turned and he went and hissed to Bela.
“Brad and Angelina?”
“I didn’t make up the names, alright?” she hissed back, and he just glared at her until they reached the table, playing the part of the happy couple again, as they took a seat. Each man at the table had a beautiful woman on their arm. All the men looked Bela over, and Dean felt her move closer to him. Dean wasn’t paying attention, though. His eyes were drawn to the woman’s shirt sitting in the middle of the table.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Brad and Angelina DeVoe, our new players.”
“Someone lose their shirt already?” Dean joked as he had a seat and Bela perched on the edge of his chair. Snickers circled around the table, and Dean noted a wife with an empty seat, and a man without a wife. He quickly put two and two together, and a grin stretched across his face, and wondered if Bela had done the same.
From the look on her face, he knew that it didn’t until the woman returned to the table and picked her shirt, slipping it back on as she went to her husband’s side. The missing man returned to his seat, and he watched as her eyes widened and realization hit her. She continued to look at him in disbelief, until a voice at the head of the table spoke up.
“Who’s in next, guys?”
“I think the new guy should go,” a voice from the other end of the table spoke up, and there was a murmur of consensus from the rest of the group. Bela looked down at Dean for him to save her, but he just looked back up and her with a wide grin.
“I’m thinking the same. What about you, honey?”
Bela just glared back at him and reached for the zipper on the side of her shirt, slipping it over her head. Along with ever other male eye in the room, Dean’s eyes were quickly drawn to the black lace bra underneath—he may have wanted to shoot the woman, but he was human after all—and stayed there, until he felt her hand clamp down on the back of his neck.
“Better make sure you don’t lose, honey.”
“Yes, dear,” he said with a wide grin, and he could tell that she was fighting the urge to smack him. Served her right as far as he was concerned.
Hell, maybe he would even lose on purpose.
However, being the caring human being that he was, he couldn’t put Bela through that. Especially considering that she would probably shoot him for it, and personally, Dean wasn’t really in the mood to be shot. At least not tonight.
When the time came for everyone to lay down their cards, the men did so eagerly, each one of them looking at Bela hungrily. Dean was last though, and he just looked over all the men’s cards with a smirk, before laying his own down.
“Sorry, boys,” he sighed. “Tonight’s not your night.”
The men let out a groan, and Bela muttered “thank God,” before reaching for her shirt and snatching it off the table. She took Dean’s hand and dragged him out of the room, towards the bedroom that had been marked for the couples’ usage.
“Swingers’ poker, Bela?” Dean grinned as he walked in ahead of her, watching her slip her shirt over her head. “Whoever sent you on this job really has a sense of humor.”
“Oh, shut up,” she snapped back before pushing at his shoulder. “Just help me look for the bloody thing.”
“You want me to take an active part in the larceny, now?” Dean replied, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m paying Sam twenty thousand to sit on his ass and do nothing, not you.”
Dean shrugged. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Start under the bed and then move on to the—” Her voice trailed off and Dean glanced back at her, confused.
“And move on to the what?” he frowned, watching as she came up behind him and slid a hand over his chest, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Bela—”
“I think we—have an audience,” she murmured in his ear, before nibbling on the lobe lightly, kissing her way down his neck. He followed her eye line and spotted the picture frame sitting on the bedside table. He watched it for a minute, and then saw the little read camera light blink out at him from the top of the frame.
“Pervert.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she replied, before turning him around to face her. “We have to make this look good until we take it out.”
“How do you suggest we—” he began, but was cut off when she pulled him into a rough kiss.
Now usually, Dean didn’t mind when the girl took control like that. In fact, he probably considered it a turn on most of the time. But when it came to Bela, whether they were really going to do this or not, there was no way he was letting her know that she was in charge. It was about two minutes before Bela was stretched out on the bed on her back, and he was deepening the kiss, taking hold of the reins and giving them a strong tug.
He eventually pulled away from the kiss, making his way down her neck and nipping at her pulse point when her felt her arms leave his shoulders and stretch back towards the night table across from them. Her body arched slightly, and there was a thump! as the picture frame hit the floor. That soft noise seemed to snap Dean out of what he was doing, and he looked up at her.
“Are we good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she nodded, before giving his shoulders an awkward shove. “Get off me.”
He did as he was told, standing there awkwardly as she went back to work. He watched her mill around for a minute, before she noticed that he wasn’t moving and looked back at him.
“Are you going to help or what?”
“Just one thing,” he said, looking back at her. “No matter what happens—Sam’s never going to hear about this, right?”
“Absolutely,” Bela said, rolling her eyes. “Believe me—I’m never going to speak of this again. If Sam asks, things were strictly business.”
“Good,” Dean nodded before turning and heading back to work. “Good.”
Title: Strictly Business
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot
15pairings Prompt: 7. Up Close and Personalfic_variations Prompt: work (#3)Content Warning: Spoilers for 306: Red Sky at Morning.
Summary: Dean and Bela work a job that isn't exactly what they expected.
Author's Note: This is definitely post-"Red Sky at Morning," but I'm not sure whether it's before or after "Fresh Blood." Considering Dean didn't want to kill her, I'm going to assume it's before.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernautral. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dean grumbled as they walked up to the front door of the house. He fought off the subconscious urge to shove the woman who was clinging to his arm. Normally he wouldn’t care and shove her off anyway, but they were on the job. Again. And he had to pretend to be married to her. Again.
He really needed to stop letting her talk them into these things.
“Would you relax? I’m the one doing all the heavy lifting,” Bela sighed, before reaching for the invitation in her purse. “All you have to do is sit there and lose my money.”
“See, here’s the thing you don’t get, sweetheart,” he smirked back at her as he knocked on the door. “I don’t lose.”
“Fine then,” she smirked back. “You can double my money for all I care—but that’s really all you have to do.”
“Right,” he said, shaking his head. “Still can’t believe I’m helping you commit larceny.”
“Says the man who’s wanted for murder.”
“You know what—” Dean began as the door opened and Bela slammed her foot down on top of his to get him to cut off that statement. Dean hissed in pain, before turning on a smile as their host’s face appeared in front of them. “Hi.”
“Hello?” the man frowned. “Can I help you?”
“We’re here for the poker game,” Bela replied before Dean could speak, handing him the invitation. The man studied the invitation, before giving Bela a look that Dean couldn’t place. He looked her up and down once, before giving them a wide smile.
“Welcome to the game, then,” he said before escorting them inside. “You’re—Brad and Angelina DeVoe?”
“That’s us,” Bela replied smoothly, and Dean kept the grin plastered on his face until the man’s back turned and he went and hissed to Bela.
“Brad and Angelina?”
“I didn’t make up the names, alright?” she hissed back, and he just glared at her until they reached the table, playing the part of the happy couple again, as they took a seat. Each man at the table had a beautiful woman on their arm. All the men looked Bela over, and Dean felt her move closer to him. Dean wasn’t paying attention, though. His eyes were drawn to the woman’s shirt sitting in the middle of the table.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Brad and Angelina DeVoe, our new players.”
“Someone lose their shirt already?” Dean joked as he had a seat and Bela perched on the edge of his chair. Snickers circled around the table, and Dean noted a wife with an empty seat, and a man without a wife. He quickly put two and two together, and a grin stretched across his face, and wondered if Bela had done the same.
From the look on her face, he knew that it didn’t until the woman returned to the table and picked her shirt, slipping it back on as she went to her husband’s side. The missing man returned to his seat, and he watched as her eyes widened and realization hit her. She continued to look at him in disbelief, until a voice at the head of the table spoke up.
“Who’s in next, guys?”
“I think the new guy should go,” a voice from the other end of the table spoke up, and there was a murmur of consensus from the rest of the group. Bela looked down at Dean for him to save her, but he just looked back up and her with a wide grin.
“I’m thinking the same. What about you, honey?”
Bela just glared back at him and reached for the zipper on the side of her shirt, slipping it over her head. Along with ever other male eye in the room, Dean’s eyes were quickly drawn to the black lace bra underneath—he may have wanted to shoot the woman, but he was human after all—and stayed there, until he felt her hand clamp down on the back of his neck.
“Better make sure you don’t lose, honey.”
“Yes, dear,” he said with a wide grin, and he could tell that she was fighting the urge to smack him. Served her right as far as he was concerned.
Hell, maybe he would even lose on purpose.
However, being the caring human being that he was, he couldn’t put Bela through that. Especially considering that she would probably shoot him for it, and personally, Dean wasn’t really in the mood to be shot. At least not tonight.
When the time came for everyone to lay down their cards, the men did so eagerly, each one of them looking at Bela hungrily. Dean was last though, and he just looked over all the men’s cards with a smirk, before laying his own down.
“Sorry, boys,” he sighed. “Tonight’s not your night.”
The men let out a groan, and Bela muttered “thank God,” before reaching for her shirt and snatching it off the table. She took Dean’s hand and dragged him out of the room, towards the bedroom that had been marked for the couples’ usage.
“Swingers’ poker, Bela?” Dean grinned as he walked in ahead of her, watching her slip her shirt over her head. “Whoever sent you on this job really has a sense of humor.”
“Oh, shut up,” she snapped back before pushing at his shoulder. “Just help me look for the bloody thing.”
“You want me to take an active part in the larceny, now?” Dean replied, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m paying Sam twenty thousand to sit on his ass and do nothing, not you.”
Dean shrugged. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Start under the bed and then move on to the—” Her voice trailed off and Dean glanced back at her, confused.
“And move on to the what?” he frowned, watching as she came up behind him and slid a hand over his chest, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Bela—”
“I think we—have an audience,” she murmured in his ear, before nibbling on the lobe lightly, kissing her way down his neck. He followed her eye line and spotted the picture frame sitting on the bedside table. He watched it for a minute, and then saw the little read camera light blink out at him from the top of the frame.
“Pervert.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she replied, before turning him around to face her. “We have to make this look good until we take it out.”
“How do you suggest we—” he began, but was cut off when she pulled him into a rough kiss.
Now usually, Dean didn’t mind when the girl took control like that. In fact, he probably considered it a turn on most of the time. But when it came to Bela, whether they were really going to do this or not, there was no way he was letting her know that she was in charge. It was about two minutes before Bela was stretched out on the bed on her back, and he was deepening the kiss, taking hold of the reins and giving them a strong tug.
He eventually pulled away from the kiss, making his way down her neck and nipping at her pulse point when her felt her arms leave his shoulders and stretch back towards the night table across from them. Her body arched slightly, and there was a thump! as the picture frame hit the floor. That soft noise seemed to snap Dean out of what he was doing, and he looked up at her.
“Are we good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she nodded, before giving his shoulders an awkward shove. “Get off me.”
He did as he was told, standing there awkwardly as she went back to work. He watched her mill around for a minute, before she noticed that he wasn’t moving and looked back at him.
“Are you going to help or what?”
“Just one thing,” he said, looking back at her. “No matter what happens—Sam’s never going to hear about this, right?”
“Absolutely,” Bela said, rolling her eyes. “Believe me—I’m never going to speak of this again. If Sam asks, things were strictly business.”
“Good,” Dean nodded before turning and heading back to work. “Good.”
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I'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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swingers' poker. *hee*
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(you haven't read mine i'm sure. Bela's in 13 and 14 of my Maya'verse)
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Maybe during break I'll get a chance to blow through them.)
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i've been told they're easy reads, and they're all linked together, so that should go quickly.
also, when you do read them, could you do me a favor and let me know if any of the links don't direct you to where they should? i'd moved the fics and then moved them back, and i HOPE i have all the links fixed, but pls let me know if they're not. thanks! :D
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watch out for the left turn into AU-land in #3.... it's a doozy.
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... and don't hurt me too much. :)
feel free to comment along the way if you'd like.
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And I probably will.
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cool. ;D
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Swingers poker?Perverted swingers poker? Ahaha, love it.no subject
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Thanks for sharing the fic. It was lovely.
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well done
(Anonymous) 2008-03-24 11:33 am (UTC)(link)no subject
I'm so happy to see Bela/Dean fic and you write them so WELL! *hugs fics* The banter and feel is just perfect.
I'd love to see a follow-up to this! Heh. Heck, I'd love to see any Dean/Bela you'd like to write!
Thank you! *memories*
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