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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2009-01-02 01:18 pm
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Dean/Bela - Bad Luck
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Bad Luck
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Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot
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50prompts Prompt: 14. Six Months
Content Warning: Spoilers through 307: Fresh Blood
Summary: Bela ropes Dean in to help her on another job.
Author's Note: Forgoddess_loki who requested Dean/Bela + “under the mistletoe” for the spn_het_love Christmas fic exchange.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Supernatural. They belong to the CW. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
Six months.
Dean Winchester had six months on the clock and he was wasting precious hours of those six months on Bela Talbot. Why he was doing that, especially after everything that went down with Gordon, he didn’t know, but here he was, hanging on her arm yet again as she made it through one of her stuffy parties full of rich people who apparently had nothing better to do than stand around and drink champagne. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be helping her steal, and frankly at this point he didn’t care. He just wanted to get in, get it done, and get out before anything remotely awkward happened. He didn’t have his brother to lean on this time, to shoulder the awkward. Instead, Sam was sitting back in the motel room, doing research on anything that could possibly be related this thing, as well as any potential ways that this thing could be advantageous for Bela, monetarily speaking.
Yeah. They’d learned their lesson with the hand of glory. They weren’t going through that again.
The case originally involved a ghost. One of Bela’s wealthy friends had pulled her in on this as Sam and Dean had found out about it through the obituaries in the paper. When they found out that they were working the same case, it was like the maritime museum all over again, and while all parties involved were less than thrilled that they were working together again, but they needed Bela—or rather, Lisa’s—influence in order to get them in the door. So they were forced to share.
Didn’t mean that Dean wasn’t taking the opportunity to rub in the fact that he didn’t trust her every chance he got. He let Bela take his arm as they made their way into the ballroom, casing the place for all available exits, before glancing over at her with a frown.
“So what exactly are we looking for here, anyway?” he asked, glancing over at her. “You said there was some kind of necklace?”
“The woman was cremated, yeah?” Bela said with a sigh as she looked around as well. “Body burned to ashes in the fire.”
“Which means that she has to be bound to something else—some kind of personal possession. Yeah, I got that. What are we looking for, Bela?”
Bela looked over at him, rolling her eyes slightly, before continuing. “Apparently this necklace is the only part of the fire that survived. The working theory is that if we destroy the necklace we put her to rest.”
“Great,” Dean sighed, before looking back at her again. “So where is this thing again?”
“Upstairs, locked case, security system,” she said with a sigh, before looking over at him. “I think I can handle it.”
“Oh, no,” Dean shook his head. “I can’t throw you all that far.” He watched her roll her eyes for a minute, before looking back at her as they reached the bar. “You have a picture?”
She paused for a minute, before taking his hand and pulling him in the direction of one of the doorways, away from the crowds of people. Dean gave her a look once they came to a stop, and he got an eye roll from her again. “You really expect me to just whip out a photograph of what we came to steal in a room full of crowded people?”
Dean glared at her for a minute, and held out his hand for her to hand him the picture. She pursed her lips slightly, before reaching into her purse and pulling out the photograph. Dean glanced at once, before sliding it into his pocket with a smug smirk. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, not so fast, handsome,” another voice came from somewhere nearby. Dean frowned slightly, before turning to see a well dressed elderly woman, who was pointing up towards the top of the doorframe. “Mistletoe. Gotta kiss her first.”
He looked back at Bela, who was smirking at him, and he was pretty sure he’d rather kiss the old lady than kiss Bela, but he wasn’t going to make too many waves. “Hold that thought, honey,” he said thinly, before flashing an apologetic smile at the older woman. “When nature calls—”
The woman nodded for a moment, and Dean sighed before turning and disappearing up the stairs. He really, really hoped that the woman wouldn’t be there when he got back. It would just make is life a whole lot easier that way.
***
With the necklace stowed safely in his pocket, he made his way back down the stairs again, glancing around for any sign of Bela. The case had been easy enough to break into—like taking candy from a baby. Not that Dean would ever take candy from a baby—well, honestly that might depend on the candy and the circumstances, but that was besides the point. The fact of the matter was that the job itself was a cakewalk, and now all Dean had to do was collect Bela and get the hell out of here.
He made his way a little further down the stairs and spotted her standing in the same doorway she had been earlier, leaning against it and occasionally glancing back up the stairs somewhat discreetly. He met her eyes as he reached the final landing, and she pushed herself up from the wall and made her way over to him. “Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “You think I wouldn’t?”
“Let me see it,” she muttered slightly, and he fixed her with a glare that could probably kill if glares were lethal.
“Oh, no—I’m not falling for that shit again,” Dean said with an eye roll. “You’ll see it when we destroy it in the cemetery.”
Bela sighed heavily at that, before taking his arm and starting to lead him back into the party. “Fine—let’s just get out of here and get it done.”
Dean grumbled slightly as he followed their lead, and they started to cross through the threshold of the doorway, when they heard a throat get cleared behind them. Dean and Bela both froze, before turning to face the woman who happened to catch them under the doorway earlier.
“Oh, come now, you have to kiss,” she said sweetly, giving them a look. “Bad luck if you don’t.”
“Really, sweetie,” Bela said, flashing him a smirk. “You don’t want to screw with luck now, do you?”
Dean would have made a comment about how Bela was a walking bad luck charm to begin with, but instead he swallowed it, and turned to face Bela, leaning in for what he hoped would be a quick peck. Any longer than that, and he was afraid he might start to throw up in his mouth a little.
—And it actually wasn’t half bad. Bela Talbot actually wasn’t all that bad a kisser. She seemed to be enjoying it on her end as well, he could feel her hand resting against his side lightly as she leaned into him a bit. Granted, it was still Bela, and he still wanted to shoot her, but still—not bad.
He pulled back from the kiss after about a minute, before nodding towards the door. “There ya go—luck fixed. Now we really have to go.” He needed to spend a week brushing his teeth. “Thanks though, for the luck bit.”
“Anytime,” she said with a small smile as the couple disappeared out the door. Dean and Bela had both taken separate cars to the even, so they went their separate ways once they were at the entry way, Dean pulling out his phone to call his brother as soon as he was in the front seat of the Impala.
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Dean sighed, loosening his tie as he leaned back in the driver’s seat.
“Did you really get it, or do you just think you have it?”
“Yes, Sam, I really have it,” Dean sighed, before sliding his hand into the pocket he’d stuck the necklace in. “I didn’t even show it to her when—” His voice trailed off slightly when his hand didn’t find what he was looking for, and he switched ears with the phone so that his hand could go into the opposite pocket. No, no, no, no—
“Didn’t even show it to her when what, Dean?”
Dean just groaned loudly into the phone as he rested his head against the steering wheel, all of his pockets coming up empty.
“Son of a bitch.”
Title: Bad Luck
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Bela Talbot
50prompts Prompt: 14. Six MonthsContent Warning: Spoilers through 307: Fresh Blood
Summary: Bela ropes Dean in to help her on another job.
Author's Note: For
goddess_loki who requested Dean/Bela + “under the mistletoe” for the spn_het_love Christmas fic exchange.Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters of Supernatural. They belong to the CW. Any and all other original characters are mine, however, so please don’t borrow without my permission.
Six months.
Dean Winchester had six months on the clock and he was wasting precious hours of those six months on Bela Talbot. Why he was doing that, especially after everything that went down with Gordon, he didn’t know, but here he was, hanging on her arm yet again as she made it through one of her stuffy parties full of rich people who apparently had nothing better to do than stand around and drink champagne. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be helping her steal, and frankly at this point he didn’t care. He just wanted to get in, get it done, and get out before anything remotely awkward happened. He didn’t have his brother to lean on this time, to shoulder the awkward. Instead, Sam was sitting back in the motel room, doing research on anything that could possibly be related this thing, as well as any potential ways that this thing could be advantageous for Bela, monetarily speaking.
Yeah. They’d learned their lesson with the hand of glory. They weren’t going through that again.
The case originally involved a ghost. One of Bela’s wealthy friends had pulled her in on this as Sam and Dean had found out about it through the obituaries in the paper. When they found out that they were working the same case, it was like the maritime museum all over again, and while all parties involved were less than thrilled that they were working together again, but they needed Bela—or rather, Lisa’s—influence in order to get them in the door. So they were forced to share.
Didn’t mean that Dean wasn’t taking the opportunity to rub in the fact that he didn’t trust her every chance he got. He let Bela take his arm as they made their way into the ballroom, casing the place for all available exits, before glancing over at her with a frown.
“So what exactly are we looking for here, anyway?” he asked, glancing over at her. “You said there was some kind of necklace?”
“The woman was cremated, yeah?” Bela said with a sigh as she looked around as well. “Body burned to ashes in the fire.”
“Which means that she has to be bound to something else—some kind of personal possession. Yeah, I got that. What are we looking for, Bela?”
Bela looked over at him, rolling her eyes slightly, before continuing. “Apparently this necklace is the only part of the fire that survived. The working theory is that if we destroy the necklace we put her to rest.”
“Great,” Dean sighed, before looking back at her again. “So where is this thing again?”
“Upstairs, locked case, security system,” she said with a sigh, before looking over at him. “I think I can handle it.”
“Oh, no,” Dean shook his head. “I can’t throw you all that far.” He watched her roll her eyes for a minute, before looking back at her as they reached the bar. “You have a picture?”
She paused for a minute, before taking his hand and pulling him in the direction of one of the doorways, away from the crowds of people. Dean gave her a look once they came to a stop, and he got an eye roll from her again. “You really expect me to just whip out a photograph of what we came to steal in a room full of crowded people?”
Dean glared at her for a minute, and held out his hand for her to hand him the picture. She pursed her lips slightly, before reaching into her purse and pulling out the photograph. Dean glanced at once, before sliding it into his pocket with a smug smirk. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, not so fast, handsome,” another voice came from somewhere nearby. Dean frowned slightly, before turning to see a well dressed elderly woman, who was pointing up towards the top of the doorframe. “Mistletoe. Gotta kiss her first.”
He looked back at Bela, who was smirking at him, and he was pretty sure he’d rather kiss the old lady than kiss Bela, but he wasn’t going to make too many waves. “Hold that thought, honey,” he said thinly, before flashing an apologetic smile at the older woman. “When nature calls—”
The woman nodded for a moment, and Dean sighed before turning and disappearing up the stairs. He really, really hoped that the woman wouldn’t be there when he got back. It would just make is life a whole lot easier that way.
***
With the necklace stowed safely in his pocket, he made his way back down the stairs again, glancing around for any sign of Bela. The case had been easy enough to break into—like taking candy from a baby. Not that Dean would ever take candy from a baby—well, honestly that might depend on the candy and the circumstances, but that was besides the point. The fact of the matter was that the job itself was a cakewalk, and now all Dean had to do was collect Bela and get the hell out of here.
He made his way a little further down the stairs and spotted her standing in the same doorway she had been earlier, leaning against it and occasionally glancing back up the stairs somewhat discreetly. He met her eyes as he reached the final landing, and she pushed herself up from the wall and made her way over to him. “Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “You think I wouldn’t?”
“Let me see it,” she muttered slightly, and he fixed her with a glare that could probably kill if glares were lethal.
“Oh, no—I’m not falling for that shit again,” Dean said with an eye roll. “You’ll see it when we destroy it in the cemetery.”
Bela sighed heavily at that, before taking his arm and starting to lead him back into the party. “Fine—let’s just get out of here and get it done.”
Dean grumbled slightly as he followed their lead, and they started to cross through the threshold of the doorway, when they heard a throat get cleared behind them. Dean and Bela both froze, before turning to face the woman who happened to catch them under the doorway earlier.
“Oh, come now, you have to kiss,” she said sweetly, giving them a look. “Bad luck if you don’t.”
“Really, sweetie,” Bela said, flashing him a smirk. “You don’t want to screw with luck now, do you?”
Dean would have made a comment about how Bela was a walking bad luck charm to begin with, but instead he swallowed it, and turned to face Bela, leaning in for what he hoped would be a quick peck. Any longer than that, and he was afraid he might start to throw up in his mouth a little.
—And it actually wasn’t half bad. Bela Talbot actually wasn’t all that bad a kisser. She seemed to be enjoying it on her end as well, he could feel her hand resting against his side lightly as she leaned into him a bit. Granted, it was still Bela, and he still wanted to shoot her, but still—not bad.
He pulled back from the kiss after about a minute, before nodding towards the door. “There ya go—luck fixed. Now we really have to go.” He needed to spend a week brushing his teeth. “Thanks though, for the luck bit.”
“Anytime,” she said with a small smile as the couple disappeared out the door. Dean and Bela had both taken separate cars to the even, so they went their separate ways once they were at the entry way, Dean pulling out his phone to call his brother as soon as he was in the front seat of the Impala.
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah, I got it,” Dean sighed, loosening his tie as he leaned back in the driver’s seat.
“Did you really get it, or do you just think you have it?”
“Yes, Sam, I really have it,” Dean sighed, before sliding his hand into the pocket he’d stuck the necklace in. “I didn’t even show it to her when—” His voice trailed off slightly when his hand didn’t find what he was looking for, and he switched ears with the phone so that his hand could go into the opposite pocket. No, no, no, no—
“Didn’t even show it to her when what, Dean?”
Dean just groaned loudly into the phone as he rested his head against the steering wheel, all of his pockets coming up empty.
“Son of a bitch.”
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You\\\'re doing a very good job with Dean/Bela. Hope to read more from you soon.
Thanks for sharing! :))
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I'm glad you liked it.