Title: rêvez un petit rêve de moi
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romani_65
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peganix
Rating: adult
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Summary: Some missing scenes during Dream a Little Dream of Me.
Author's Notes: I didn’t change the events of the episode, most of the same dialogue is there but I just added some new scenes. The pov sifts from Dean to Bela and back.
"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?” Dean asked as the brothers made their way down the hospital hallway.
“Could be anyone.” Sam replied.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyone who knew the doctor, had access to his dream-shroom.”
“Maybe one of his test subjects or somethin’.” Sam suggested.
“Possible, but his research is pretty sketchy. I mean, I don’t know how many subjects he had or who all of them were.” The two turned a corner and Sam scoffed. “What?” Dean asked, slightly defensive.
“In any other case we’d be calling Bobby, asking him for help right now.” Suddenly, Dean stopped, his eyes lighting up. “You know what, you’re right.” He stopped Sam.
“What?” Sam asked confused.
“Let’s go talk to him.”
“Sure,” Sam replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided.”
“Not if we’re trippin’ on some Dream Root.” Dean snapped triumphantly.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You wanna go dream-walking inside Bobby’s head?” Sam asked with a disbelieving look. Dean hesitated.
“Well how bad could it be?”
“Bad.” Sam answered shortly.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s Bobby.”
Sam paused, assessing the situation. “Yeah, you’re right.” Sam agreed before scoffing again. “One problem though, we’re fresh our of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some…” Sam trailed off as Dean’s brain started churning before closing his in eyes in displeasure.
“Crap.”
“What?”
“Bela.”
“Bela? Crap.” Sam scoffed once again as he put two and two together. “You’re actually suggesting we ask her for a favor?”
“I’m feeling dirty just thinking about it, but, yeah.” Dean let out an irritated sigh before brushing pass an equally irritated Sam and heading for the parking lot.
A few hours later, Dean woke up from a nap, papers scattered across his lap and table. He rubbed his eyes then set the papers in his lap back on the coffee table before standing up and stretching. He started to say something but when he took a look towards Sam, his younger brother was passed out on the desk with his head in his arms. Dean grabbed his jacket and keys as he headed out the door, careful to not slam it. He drove to the nearest diner in town, order a burger, fries, and coffee, then resentfully pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. The phone rang three times and Dean was about to snap the phone closed when a voice traveled through.
“Miss me already, sweetie?”
“Hardly. Look, Bela, the only reason you have the blessing of hearing the sound of my voice is I have a favor to ask.” Dean said through a snarl.
“Really? The infamous Dean Winchester is asking me for a favor? You’re not a little short on cash are you, honey?”
“Look, sweetheart, I don’t have a lot of time or patience for you or your smartass mouth. Sam and I are on a job and we need you to do us a little favor.”
“Someone’s a little bitter.”
“Considering the last time we spoke you gave Sam and I up to Gordon, I’d say I’m being quite hospital.”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You’re big boys, I knew you’d take care of it.” Dean scoffed. “So what’s this favor?”
“We need some African Dream Root. It’s some kinda hoodoo plant that lets people take a nice little stroll in other people’s dreams.”
“I’m aware of it. Why do you need it?”
“This wasn’t originally our job. Bobby Singer was on it but we got a call saying he was in the hospital and comatose. So we checked things out and found out that Bobby was on the trail of a doc who was doing some experimental tests with the Dream Root but then all of a sudden, doc goes to sleep, doesn’t wake up.”
“So you’re thinking someone is using the plant to become a real life Freddy Kruger.”
“Exactly.” Dean said with a mouthful of food. “And we need the Dream Root so we can go ask Bobby who he thinks it is.”
“How much?”
“As much as you can get in a hurry.”
“No, Dean,” Bela said with an amused voice, “how much you’ll be paying.”
“Are you frickin’ serious?” Dean barked.
“You don’t really expect me to do you a favor for free?”
“Dammit, Bela!” Dean shouted, attracting funny looks from the other customer.
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Dean. Considering the fact the last time we spoke you threatened my life, I’d say the fact I’m even considering, warrants a small fee.”
“Fine. I’ll give you three grand and that’s all your greedy ass gets.” Dean said through clenched teeth.
“Then no deal.” The line died before Dean had time to get in a witty retaliation.
“Problems with the girlfriend?” The waitress asked as she poured Dean another cup of coffee. Dean gave the woman a horrified look.
Dean returned to the room to Sam still drooling over the desk. Dean chuckled as he took his place back in the comfy sofa chair and began going through the good doctor’s research for the hundredth time. He was just beginning to become seriously pissed off at all of the doctor’s schoolteachers for not making it a standard for illegible handwriting when a soft moan erupted from over by Sam. Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stilled all motion. After a few seconds, another escaped Sam’s lips and Dean’s mouth twitched into a lopsided grin as he heard his brother being made very happy by some mysterious person. Dean spent the next five minutes trying to tune out his brother but when Sam let out a long, throaty groan, Dean could only take so much.
“Sam, wake up!” Dean shouted, causing Sam to slowly regain consciousness. Sam suddenly jerked upright and wiped the drool from his cheek to which Dean looked on with amusement. “Dude, you were out, and making some serious happy noises. Who were you dreamin’ about?”
“What? No one. Nothing.” Sam snapped back.
“Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?”
“No.” Sam said briskly.
“Brad Pitt?” Dean asked with a slightly grossed-out look.
“No. No. Look, it doesn’t matter.” Sam answered in a tone of a child who got caught doing something embarrassing.
“Whatever.” Dean mumbled as he let the subject drop. “I called Bela.”
Sam shifted uncomfortably and his face twitched. “Bela, yeah? Sh-What’d she…you know…say? Is she…gonna…help us?”
“Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. I’ve been tryin’ to decipher the doctor’s notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting that you do. You gonna come help me with this stuff?” Dean asked as he looked at Sam who unconsciously took a quick look down and adjusted his shirt.
“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” Sam began to stretch out some kinks in his arm when there were some knocks on the door. Dean put down the paper he was holding and went to the door. He cracked it open as Sam looked on in horror. Dean made an exasperated look towards Sam as he walked the door open fully.
“Bela, as I live and breath.” Dean said as Bela entered the room, giving Dean an unabashed look on her way in. Sam stiffened at the sight of her.
“You called me, remember.”
“I remember you turning me down.”
“Well, I’m just full of surprises.” She smarmily said before giving Sam a quick glance to which he responded to with an awkward hand raise.
“Hey, Bela. What’s goin’ on? Dean gave Sam a puzzled look before reverting his attention back on Bela who was unzipping her purse.
“I brought you your African Dream Root.” She handed the glass jar over to Dean. “Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by.” She set her purse down on the television.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” Dean asked as she began to remove her black trench coat and Sam perked up.
“What? I can’t do you a little favor every now and again?” She asked with faux sincerity.
“No! You can’t.” Dean barked as Bela completely removed her coat, causing Sam to relax and release a breath he had been holding. “Now, come on. I wanna know what the strings are before you attach ‘em.” Bela laid her coat on Dean’s bed before giving him and irritated look.
“You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?” Dean nodded. “Well, I’m doing it for him, not you.”
“Bobby?” Dean asked, truly confused. Bela just nodded. “Why?”
Bela tucked both her lips in and looked down. “He saved my life once,” she looked back up at Dean, “in Flagstaff.” Dean gave same an unsure look to which Sam just shrugged. “I screwed up and he saved me, okay, you satisfied?” Dean looked down awkwardly.
“Maybe.” Dean said sheepishly.
“So,” Bela started as she put her hands on her hips, “when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Dean answered as he headed towards the closet. “I don’t trust you enough to let you in my car much less Bobby’s head.” Dean placed the jar in the safe next to the Colt then spun the dial. “No offense.” He added sarcastically.
“None taken.” Bela replied with an equal amount of poise. She sifted her eyes to Sam, perhaps for some assistance, but he promptly averted his gaze so she returned her eyes to a hardened Dean. “It’s two a.m.. Where am I supposed to go?”
“Get a room.” Bela gave Dean an unamused look. “Ah, they got the magic fingers,” Bela’s look turned infuriated, “a little Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View. You’ll love it.” Bela’s jaw jutted out as fury washed over her beautiful face.
“You…” Bela said exasperated before grabbing her purse and coat on her way to the door.
“Nice to s-seein’ you,” Sam called out as he awkwardly rose and Bela slammed the door behind her, “Bela.” He said the last part a little too whimsically, causing Dean’s to stare baffled at his brother.
“You drank one of his beers? While on the job? How idiotic can you be?” Bela condescendingly asked.
“How the hell was I suppose to know he was the killer?” Dean said defensively.
“You do a background check, you have rules. Seriously, a test subject should have been your first suspect.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I already heard enough from these two,” Dean motioned to Bobby and Sam behind him, “I don’t need your bitchiness too.”
“Then I suggest you desperately try finding him.” Bela said as she made her way to the door of their room.
“We would, but,” Sam quipped as Bela paused in front of the door, “we can’t find him. He wasn’t at his dorm and we already checked the doctors.”
“So, what? You want my help now?”
“I say, we all just coffee up and start digging in the mornin’. We ain’t gonna find anything at this hour.”
“Right, well, since you or I can’t go to sleep, neither can you two.” Dean said as he made himself comfortable on his bed.
“What?” Bela asked.
“Well, we can’t go to sleep and somebody has to make sure we don’t.”
“Sam can take care of that.”
“Then you two take shifts so the other can get some shut eye.” Bobby suggested. “We all don’t need to be sleep deprived.”
“Fine. Then, Sammy, you’re on the first coffee run so…giddy up.”
“This is unbelievable.” Bela quipped as Sam closed the door behind him.
Whack!
Bela let lose a good one to the back of Dean’s head.
“Ow!”
“Stay awake. I’m not getting blamed for your incompetence so stay the bloody hell awake.”
“Well, if someone could let me go to the nearest bar and shoot some pool, maybe I wouldn’t be so Goddamn bored!” Dean shouted as he jumped off Bela’s bed.
“Because that would be ideal. Sure, let’s go to a bar and get drunk so then after you hustle of few cads, you pass out from intoxication. Sounds brilliant.” Bela sarcastically said, not once looking up from her magazine.
“Well, miss smarty pants, what then do you suggest to not die of boredom.”
“Exercise.”
“Exercise? That’s your solution?”
“It’s healthy and gives you energy.”
Dean’s displeased face suddenly turned amused. “I can think of one exercise I might be willing to do.” That caused Bela’s attention as she finally looked up. Dean just smirked deviously.
“My offer of angry sex expired with that job.”
“Sure it did.” Dean purred as he nonchalantly glided towards Bela’s side of the bed. “That’s why I caught you starin’ at me earlier when I changed my shirt.”
“Obviously you’re beginning to hallucinate from lack of sleep.” Dean’s smirk grew into a leer. Bela refocused her attention back to the magazine, which Dean promptly snatched away and threw across the room. “Hey! What the bloody hell-”
“Have I ever told you I find it incredibly sexy when you use English curse words.”
“Good Lord, how many time has that line-” Bela was cut off by Dean’s lips crushing onto hers. The kiss lasted a millisecond before Bela roughly pushed him away.
“I gotta stay awake some how, sweetheart.” Dean’s eyebrow rose and his smirk reappeared as Bela began to breath heavily.
The bed creaked loudly and the headboard made a thumping noise sure to annoy the neighbors as Dean roughly pounded in and out of Bela. Bela was on all fours as Dean gripped her by the shoulders and if the thumping and creaking of the bed wasn’t loud enough, their moans and groans certainly were. To be fair, Bela had remarked about how she had never been with a man as well endowed as Dean and Dean kept repeating throughout the whole ordeal how tight Bela was. She was also quite impressed with his stamina since he hadn’t slowed down since he first slipped inside her and Dean was seriously regretting not taking her up on that angry sex offer sooner. If sex with Bela was this good all the time, he might actually have to start asking her for favors more often. No matter the cost. But that could just be the sleep deprivation talking.
Bela let out a throaty moan as Dean thrust deep into her. Dean thought he might lose the battle just by her moans alone. Even when they were having sex the two were fighting for dominance. Dean had started out on top, then Bela had rolled them over, then Dean decided to play a little dirty and take her from behind, but he seriously doubted he could win the-battle-of-who-can-hold-out-the-longest with Bela clenching and moaning as she was now. Perhaps it was the accent. Suddenly, an idea popped into Dean’s clouded mind and he stilled, almost pulling out completely, then flipped Bela over onto her back and pulled her forward. Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms did the same to his neck. Dean smirked before picking her up and carrying her across the room to the bathroom. Bela gave him a quizzical look before he turned the shower faucet and realization dawned on her. Her lips curved into a grin as she laid a lingering kiss on Dean’s awaiting lips and he gently set her down on top the counter, waiting for the water to heat. He began nuzzling her neck and leaving butterfly kisses but was jerked forward when Bela squeezed her legs, effectively bringing him deeper into her. Dean took the hit and began roughly and unevenly thrusting into her. Bela’s perfectly manicured nails dug into his shoulders as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck and sucked. The two were close to release when Dean remembered his brilliant idea and swiftly picked her back up and set her down in the shower. The water was scorching hot and Bela made a squeal of protest when the water came in contact with her exposed body. She quickly evened out the hot and cold faucets so it was a nice warm level as Dean stepped in behind her. He started to position himself behind her but she quickly turned on him, pushing him up against the wall.
“Uh uh. She purred in his ear and Dean could have sworn he got a little harder, if that was possible.
Bela began nipping at his neck as she slowly stroked Dean, her other hand gripping his hair. She made her way down Dean’s neck to his collarbone, then his shoulders, then his chest before stopping and grinning deviously up at him. She flicked her thumb over his head, causing him to jump a little before she backed away and rinsed her hair under the water. Dean quickly caught on and rushed up to her. He pinned her against the cold tile, picked her up, then roughly thrust into her, causing both to cry out in pleasure. Bela’s hands went up and around the faucet as Dean’s gripped her buttocks. He lifted his head and caught Bela’s lips with his own as the water rained down on them. Dean began to sporadically thrust into Bela and Bela’s legs were clenching desperately around Dean’s waist when suddenly they both stilled. Bela’s head collapsed onto Dean’s shoulder and Dean once again nuzzled his head into her neck. They stood just like that, under the shower head, for a good five minutes before Dean turned the water off and carried Bela back to her bed.
Dean looked at the clock for the ninth time and groaned. 4:30 p.m.
“Where the hell are Sam and Bobby? I mean come on, how long does it take to find out were someone likes to hang out?”
“Relax, Dean. I’m sure they’re doing the best they can.”
“I know, I know. It’s just,” Dean paused and gave a sheepish glance towards Bela as sat down next to her, “I’d really like to go to sleep now.” He ran his hand up Bela’s smooth, thin leg. “You’re a liar you know. Exercise does not give you energy.
“I’m sorry, did I wear the you out that badly? Doesn’t say much for your previous conquests.” Bela said, every word dripping with sass. “I thought you’d have so much more stamina.” Okay, that was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let his ego get blown out of its already oversized proportion.
Dean scoffed and crossed his arms, a little unnerved. “You think I’m wore out because of that? That was child’s play for me, honey. You wouldn’t last five minutes with my top game.”
“Oh really?” Bela said huskily as she sat up. “Give me you best shot, tiger.”
The two were mere inches away from each other and with Bela staring at him in that way and huskily challenging him, Dean had no choice. Right?
He roughly pulled her head into a kiss, she threw her leg over his lap to straddle him, and then he rushed them up against the door. Bela quickly drew him into her as the both moaned in unison. Bela expected him to slam into her full force, much like he did with the kiss, but instead he moved in and out of her at a slow even pace, almost completely sliding out before burring himself fully in. Bela’s fingers restlessly clawed at his back and head as Dean smirked in triumph.
“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to handle Dean Winchester at his finest.” That got him a hard pull of his hair which made him yelp as she pull his head back and began to suck on his collarbone. Dean’s yelp quickly turned into a growl as his hip began to pick up their pace.
“I think the truth, dear, is that you cannot handle me.” Bela said through a full-fledged grin. Dean grinned back before locking his lips onto hers, thrusting erratically in and out.
They were just beginning to feel tingles in their stomachs when a knock sounded behind Bela’s head. They both stilled and looked at the door in panic. “Who is it?” Bela called out, her legs and arms stilled wrapped around Dean’s frame.
“We’re back, Bela.” Sam called out from the other side of the door.
“Um, okay.” Both Dean and Bela looked at each other in alarm.
“So, you’re time babysitting is up. You can tell Dean to get his sorry ass out of there.”
“Hey!” Dean called out but was silenced by Bela’s hand.
“I’ll gladly tell him.”
“Alright.”
Dean and Bela paused; making sure Sam was gone before speaking again. “You might want to make this a quick one.” Bela suggested with a smirk.
Dean didn’t have to be told twice.
TWO DAYS LATER.
(A/N: The story follows the episode so Sam and Dean have already taken care of Jeremy and have returned back to the hotel so everyone could get some overdue shut eye.)
When the boys returned back to the motel, they found Bobby already passed out, dead to the world on Dean’s bed and Bela nowhere to be found. “You wanna flip a coin?” Sam asked.
“Nah, you take it. I’m sure Bela won’t mind if I use her bed for a couple hours. That is, if she hasn’t took of already.” Dean laughed and hit Sam on his chest. Sam gave him a surprised look but he was already halfway out the door to notice. Plus, it really shouldn’t have surprised him; Dean would always bite the bullet if it were for his little brother.
Dean headed down the hallway until he was in front of room 113 and knocked loudly. After a few seconds, no sound could be heard on the other side of the door, so he knocked again, this time with a little extra force. Nothing. He was seriously debating whether to pick the lock or just kick it in when he heard the racquet of something falling to the ground, followed by a series of interesting curses. Dean put on his smuggest grin as the door was practically ripped off its hinges to reveal a very angry, very bedraggled looking Bela. She was wearing black silk pajama short with a matching tank top and Dean indiscreetly looked her up and down.
“What?” She spat, her eyes glaring daggers.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Dean asked in faux sincerity.
“I swear to God, Dean, if you came over here just to get some perverse satisfaction of waking me up and seeing me in my nightgown, I will gladly remove any indication that you are, in fact, a man.”
“As much as I’d enjoy saying that was my reason, that’s not why I’m here, sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes lingered a little too long below Bela’s neck and when they rose to look her back in the eye, he could have sworn she was foaming at the mouth. Her mouth moved to make some sassy remark but Dean’s lips cutoff her off. He forced his way into her room, kicking the door shut behind him as he rushed her up against the wall. Bela let out a groan as he head smacked the wall but Dean showed no indication that he had heard her or cared. His lips moved from her lips down to her neck where he gently sucked on her soft, sensitive skin.
“You woke my up for a bloody booty call?” She half-whispered in disbelief. As if to answer her question, Dean ground his hips harshly into hers. Bela half-heartedly pushed Dean off her. “Dean, I’m serious.” She had to use both hands to yank his head from in between her chest. “I’m not one of your easy conquests that you share stories about over a beer. If we do this, it’s because I’m using you. Understand?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dean said hastily as quickly returned to kissing her neck. Truth be told, they were probably both using each other to fill some kind of unknown, unwanted loneliness. And perhaps as an outlet for some perverse tension that had been built up between them out of shared hatred of the other or whatever. The only thing they both knew for sure was it felt fucking great.
It was as if they were in another world.
A world where when Dean lifted Bela up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her hands buried themselves in his closely cropped hair. Where, when Dean’s warm hands slid up her smooth, thin legs to cup her cheeks, she grinned as she used her teeth to pull on his lower lip. Where she could leave little bites all over his chest and shoulders and he would respond with a throaty growl, thrusting roughly against her.
It was a world where it was just the two of them and great sex.
Dean roughly pulled Bela’s hips towards his as she nibbled on his ear, his grip on her tightening. Bela chuckled huskily in his ear. “Easy tiger, this is 900 dollar silk.” Maybe it was the way tiger rolled of her tongue or maybe it was just her accent, but Dean found his hands sliding the expensive, itty-bitty shorts down her smooth legs.
There lips hastily met, as Bela’s hands slid down his chest to pull at the hem of his shirts. Dean quickly shrugged out of the button up and briefly broke away from Bela’s lips as she helped him pull his shirt and wife-beater over his head. Their lips hungrily met as Bela’s hands roamed over his back and Dean’s hands slid under her tank top, bunching the silk under her breasts. She smirked against his lips as she ran her nails down his back, causing his back to arch and his hips to buck into her. He let out a throaty moan as his fingers dug into her skin. Bela’s smirk grew into a sexy grin as she used Dean’s necklace to pull him into another kiss. Dean’s thumbs slid between the thin material of Bela’s black lace panties and slowly wiggled her out of them. Once discarded, Bela immediately went to work on his belt, harshly tugging on the leather until it unclasped and unbuttoned him. She slid her hand between the cotton of his briefs and teasingly cupped him. Dean moaned into their kiss, motivating a slight squeeze from her. He let her tease him a bit longer. Let being the key word for when he had enough, he quickly pinned both her hands above her head with one of his, pushed his jeans down enough to pull himself out fully, and equally tease her back. Bela bucked and squirmed under his hold, but he had her pinned. Her back arched as he playfully pretended to enter her. Her breasts strained against the black material, her legs squeezing painfully around him, and Dean decided enough was enough. He released her hands, which went immediately to his hair, gripped her hips and roughly thrust into her. Bela’s head rolled backwards as he filled her completely, her hands clawing clumps of Dean’s hair so hard that Dean briefly wondered if he would have bald spots after they were done.
Slowly Dean began to slide in and almost completely out before ramming back into her, each time eliciting a rasping cry from her lips. After a couple minutes, Dean decided he better pick up his pace or he was going to release from Bela’s moans and cries alone. Beads of sweats started dripping down their warm bodies, Bela’s nails digging into Dean’s shoulders as he furiously pounded into her. The thwap of skin on skin was as loud as the thump Bela’s backside made against the wall as she bounced up and down against Dean’s chest. She desperately tried to push away any thoughts and just focus on the building heat in the bottom of her belly, but staring down at Dean with that serious look of concentration on his face, she didn’t have the strength to let a few slip.
Of all the men in the world, she had to choose this one to develop odd and foreign feeling for. This infuriating, poorly mannered, messy, self-destructive hunter who had the uncanny knack of making her job that much harder. Yet here she was, up against a wall in some shitty motel with none other than the one and only Dean Winchester between her legs.
Daddy would be so proud.
But that was forbidden ground that she wasn’t going to trek through.
Best to focus on the now instead of the then.
Dean’s head had snuggled into the crook of her neck as he continued his unforgiving rate, and when Bela started to roll her hips in perfect timing with his thrusts, Dean went over the wall. With newfound energy he sporadically thrust in and out of her, causing Bela’s legs to tighten for dear life as she was practically beaten against the wall. But Dean didn’t slow and she couldn’t have cared less. She’d be sore for a week, but right now, she never wanted this to end. If there was some time loop and they were trapped in this embrace for eternity, she might actually be truly happy for once. Sure, she be stuck with Dean Winchester the rest of her life but she could think of dozens of other horrible people to be stuck with and frankly, right now, there was no one else she’d rather be with.
Of course, this was still just sex. Bloody fantastic, amazing, wonderful sex, perhaps the greatest sex she’d ever had but still strictly no-strings-attached-I-still-despise-your-every-fiber-sex non the less.
When she felt the wall crack behind her, Bela knew it was like a timer going off. Their time was up and as if on cue, the tingling in her stomach started growing exponentially. Dean must have felt similar because his pants were coming in awkward rhythms and his body was practically convulsing. Bela clenched one last time around him as her back arched, toes curled, head rolled back and nails drew blood. Her body started to tremble as Dean roughly caught her swollen, bruised and together, they released. When their bodies finally stilled, Dean slowly pulled away, Bela sucking on his bottom lip momentarily, and then rested his forehead against hers. Both desperately sucked in air in a comfortable silence and as much as Bela was enjoying this, she was still Bela Talbot and he was still Dean Winchester. She pulled her head away then patted him on the shoulder while giving his a cat-like smile.
“Good boy.” She said, to which Dean replied to with a caveman-like grunt. “Now, as much as I enjoy our time together, Dean, sweetie, I’m not one for post-coitus cuddling.” She gave him another pat and loosened her hold around him as if an indication to let her down.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he pushed away from the wall, carried her to the bed, his feet shuffling between his fallen jeans and briefs, and fell back. “Dean!”
What was he thinking? This isn’t what they do. He was suppose to make some smartass remark, rudely drop her, pull up his trouser and leave before Bela had the time to shimmy back into her shorts. Instead, her he was lying on her bed with his face snuggled into her neck, arms tightly wrapped around her, drawing lazy shapes on her lower back.
“Dean…”
“Just shut your trap for once.”
“I don’t do cuddling.”
“Yeah, yeah, I call bullshit you know you’re a big fat cuddler.” There was that annoying, cocky smirk.
“And might I ask where this amazing hindsight came from?”
“You’re ruining the moment.” Dean shifted his hold to cradle her bottom. “Besides, you cling like someone who knows how to cuddle.”
“I don’t cling.”
“Honey, I think we’re a little past petty denials. I mean, I think I know you pretty well now.”
“I don’t think so.” Bela asked a little melancholy.
“Well,” there was the boyish charm again as Dean’s hand squeezed. “I know you a lot better.”
Bela quickly sat up and swatted his hands away. She proceeded to roll of him. “Yes, well, now that our little adventure is over, so is whatever that was.” She slipped under the covers and tightly wrapped the sheets around her as if to punctualize her point. Dean just rolled his head and unabashedly stared at her. “Aren’t you going to at least cover yourself up?” She asked slightly flustered.
“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” Dean’s eyebrow quirked up. “Or is my magnificent body too much to handle?”
“Magnificent, hardly.” Okay, that was a lie. Dean had an amazing body and plus, he wasn’t poorly endowed. Dean chuckled as he finally got up. But to Bela’s disbelief, he kicked off his boots and jeans then pulled up his briefs. He stretched, patted his stomach and bobbed his head as if a song was in his head before resting his eyes on the semi-large crack in the wall and snorted. He turned back to the bed and crawled over Bela to the other side, much to her chagrin. She stared at him like his was insane.
“What?” He asked as he slid between the sheets.
“You can’t be serious.” Bela’s perfect eyebrow arched.
“Oh, come on, you know you’re enjoying every second. Besides,” Dean scooted closer, “Bobby took my bed.” His arm wrapped around her hips and roughly pulled her down, garnering a squeal of surprise. Finally, she gave in and let Dean cuddle into her back with his arms around her and hand joined with hers.
Dean gave a satisfied smile before planting a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Told you so.” Dean said triumphantly. “Ouch!” He yelped as Bela pinched him. She grinned then pulled his arms tighter. “Shit, I’m tired.”
It was long after the two had fallen asleep when Bela woke up in a sweat and breathing hard. She had had another nightmare and waking up in an unfamiliar place did not help matters. It was only when she felt arms pull her against a warm chest did she relax. She was running out of time. They both were. As much as Bela despised the infuriating, annoying, charming man, she felt a connection with him. They were both lost souls tainted by their childhoods. He was burdened by the passion to protect his family, which had turned into an obsession and him into a self-sacrificing brute. She was burdened by the need of self-preservation, which had turned into loneliness and her into a conniving, thieving bitch. Plus, the two had enough sexual tension between them to suffocate an elephant.
And Bela couldn’t lie to herself anymore. Not with so little time.
She had feeling for the man.
The one and only Dean Winchester.
Which was going to make what she had to do even harder.
Staying here, with Dean, was against her nature. Was against her programming. Staying here meant danger and risk, two things Bela tried to avoid like the plague. She was a self-preserving, conniving, thieving bitch and staying here especially with him, would make every part of her body itch. She had a job to do it and she never failed to follow it through.
Dean Winchester be damned.
So Bela carefully and quietly slid out of Dean’s grasp, gathered her discarded clothes, changed into the clothes she had set out, made herself as presentable as possible, then stood over the bed. She stared at Dean’s peaceful face for what seemed to be hours but in reality was only a couple of minutes. She lightly sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. She bent down and left a lingering kiss on his temple.
Yes, this was going to be hard and she might even cry on the drive but it was necessary, for both of them.
With one last glance at the door, Bela felt her eyes water.
Maybe she’d cry sooner than she thought.
When Dean woke up from what was probably the best sleep of his life, he woke up to a cold, empty bed and equally cold and empty room. Quickly he got out of bed, took a shower and headed back to his room. He found Sam and Bobby already ready and preparing to go out.
“Where’ve you been?” Sam asked slightly amused, slightly annoyed.
“I had a sleep over with this really hot girl.” Sam huffed. “So where are you goin’?”
“We’re going to go follow up on Jeremy,” Bobby said as he pulled on his jacket, “you ready?”
“Nah, I’m goin’ to stay here. I’m not exactly completely recuperated yet, if you know what I mean.” Dean gave Sam a nudge and a wink.
“Whatever. Lets go Bobby.”
When the two were out the door, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed a number. When no one picked up he quickly shut it off then dialed again. Again, no one picked up. Dean sighed loudly, threw his phone on the bed and sat down, his head in his hands.
He felt cold.
He felt empty.
But mostly, he felt alone.
Author:
romani_65Recipient:
peganixRating: adult
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Summary: Some missing scenes during Dream a Little Dream of Me.
Author's Notes: I didn’t change the events of the episode, most of the same dialogue is there but I just added some new scenes. The pov sifts from Dean to Bela and back.
"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?” Dean asked as the brothers made their way down the hospital hallway.
“Could be anyone.” Sam replied.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyone who knew the doctor, had access to his dream-shroom.”
“Maybe one of his test subjects or somethin’.” Sam suggested.
“Possible, but his research is pretty sketchy. I mean, I don’t know how many subjects he had or who all of them were.” The two turned a corner and Sam scoffed. “What?” Dean asked, slightly defensive.
“In any other case we’d be calling Bobby, asking him for help right now.” Suddenly, Dean stopped, his eyes lighting up. “You know what, you’re right.” He stopped Sam.
“What?” Sam asked confused.
“Let’s go talk to him.”
“Sure,” Sam replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided.”
“Not if we’re trippin’ on some Dream Root.” Dean snapped triumphantly.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You wanna go dream-walking inside Bobby’s head?” Sam asked with a disbelieving look. Dean hesitated.
“Well how bad could it be?”
“Bad.” Sam answered shortly.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s Bobby.”
Sam paused, assessing the situation. “Yeah, you’re right.” Sam agreed before scoffing again. “One problem though, we’re fresh our of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some…” Sam trailed off as Dean’s brain started churning before closing his in eyes in displeasure.
“Crap.”
“What?”
“Bela.”
“Bela? Crap.” Sam scoffed once again as he put two and two together. “You’re actually suggesting we ask her for a favor?”
“I’m feeling dirty just thinking about it, but, yeah.” Dean let out an irritated sigh before brushing pass an equally irritated Sam and heading for the parking lot.
A few hours later, Dean woke up from a nap, papers scattered across his lap and table. He rubbed his eyes then set the papers in his lap back on the coffee table before standing up and stretching. He started to say something but when he took a look towards Sam, his younger brother was passed out on the desk with his head in his arms. Dean grabbed his jacket and keys as he headed out the door, careful to not slam it. He drove to the nearest diner in town, order a burger, fries, and coffee, then resentfully pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. The phone rang three times and Dean was about to snap the phone closed when a voice traveled through.
“Miss me already, sweetie?”
“Hardly. Look, Bela, the only reason you have the blessing of hearing the sound of my voice is I have a favor to ask.” Dean said through a snarl.
“Really? The infamous Dean Winchester is asking me for a favor? You’re not a little short on cash are you, honey?”
“Look, sweetheart, I don’t have a lot of time or patience for you or your smartass mouth. Sam and I are on a job and we need you to do us a little favor.”
“Someone’s a little bitter.”
“Considering the last time we spoke you gave Sam and I up to Gordon, I’d say I’m being quite hospital.”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You’re big boys, I knew you’d take care of it.” Dean scoffed. “So what’s this favor?”
“We need some African Dream Root. It’s some kinda hoodoo plant that lets people take a nice little stroll in other people’s dreams.”
“I’m aware of it. Why do you need it?”
“This wasn’t originally our job. Bobby Singer was on it but we got a call saying he was in the hospital and comatose. So we checked things out and found out that Bobby was on the trail of a doc who was doing some experimental tests with the Dream Root but then all of a sudden, doc goes to sleep, doesn’t wake up.”
“So you’re thinking someone is using the plant to become a real life Freddy Kruger.”
“Exactly.” Dean said with a mouthful of food. “And we need the Dream Root so we can go ask Bobby who he thinks it is.”
“How much?”
“As much as you can get in a hurry.”
“No, Dean,” Bela said with an amused voice, “how much you’ll be paying.”
“Are you frickin’ serious?” Dean barked.
“You don’t really expect me to do you a favor for free?”
“Dammit, Bela!” Dean shouted, attracting funny looks from the other customer.
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Dean. Considering the fact the last time we spoke you threatened my life, I’d say the fact I’m even considering, warrants a small fee.”
“Fine. I’ll give you three grand and that’s all your greedy ass gets.” Dean said through clenched teeth.
“Then no deal.” The line died before Dean had time to get in a witty retaliation.
“Problems with the girlfriend?” The waitress asked as she poured Dean another cup of coffee. Dean gave the woman a horrified look.
Dean returned to the room to Sam still drooling over the desk. Dean chuckled as he took his place back in the comfy sofa chair and began going through the good doctor’s research for the hundredth time. He was just beginning to become seriously pissed off at all of the doctor’s schoolteachers for not making it a standard for illegible handwriting when a soft moan erupted from over by Sam. Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stilled all motion. After a few seconds, another escaped Sam’s lips and Dean’s mouth twitched into a lopsided grin as he heard his brother being made very happy by some mysterious person. Dean spent the next five minutes trying to tune out his brother but when Sam let out a long, throaty groan, Dean could only take so much.
“Sam, wake up!” Dean shouted, causing Sam to slowly regain consciousness. Sam suddenly jerked upright and wiped the drool from his cheek to which Dean looked on with amusement. “Dude, you were out, and making some serious happy noises. Who were you dreamin’ about?”
“What? No one. Nothing.” Sam snapped back.
“Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?”
“No.” Sam said briskly.
“Brad Pitt?” Dean asked with a slightly grossed-out look.
“No. No. Look, it doesn’t matter.” Sam answered in a tone of a child who got caught doing something embarrassing.
“Whatever.” Dean mumbled as he let the subject drop. “I called Bela.”
Sam shifted uncomfortably and his face twitched. “Bela, yeah? Sh-What’d she…you know…say? Is she…gonna…help us?”
“Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. I’ve been tryin’ to decipher the doctor’s notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting that you do. You gonna come help me with this stuff?” Dean asked as he looked at Sam who unconsciously took a quick look down and adjusted his shirt.
“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” Sam began to stretch out some kinks in his arm when there were some knocks on the door. Dean put down the paper he was holding and went to the door. He cracked it open as Sam looked on in horror. Dean made an exasperated look towards Sam as he walked the door open fully.
“Bela, as I live and breath.” Dean said as Bela entered the room, giving Dean an unabashed look on her way in. Sam stiffened at the sight of her.
“You called me, remember.”
“I remember you turning me down.”
“Well, I’m just full of surprises.” She smarmily said before giving Sam a quick glance to which he responded to with an awkward hand raise.
“Hey, Bela. What’s goin’ on? Dean gave Sam a puzzled look before reverting his attention back on Bela who was unzipping her purse.
“I brought you your African Dream Root.” She handed the glass jar over to Dean. “Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by.” She set her purse down on the television.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” Dean asked as she began to remove her black trench coat and Sam perked up.
“What? I can’t do you a little favor every now and again?” She asked with faux sincerity.
“No! You can’t.” Dean barked as Bela completely removed her coat, causing Sam to relax and release a breath he had been holding. “Now, come on. I wanna know what the strings are before you attach ‘em.” Bela laid her coat on Dean’s bed before giving him and irritated look.
“You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?” Dean nodded. “Well, I’m doing it for him, not you.”
“Bobby?” Dean asked, truly confused. Bela just nodded. “Why?”
Bela tucked both her lips in and looked down. “He saved my life once,” she looked back up at Dean, “in Flagstaff.” Dean gave same an unsure look to which Sam just shrugged. “I screwed up and he saved me, okay, you satisfied?” Dean looked down awkwardly.
“Maybe.” Dean said sheepishly.
“So,” Bela started as she put her hands on her hips, “when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Dean answered as he headed towards the closet. “I don’t trust you enough to let you in my car much less Bobby’s head.” Dean placed the jar in the safe next to the Colt then spun the dial. “No offense.” He added sarcastically.
“None taken.” Bela replied with an equal amount of poise. She sifted her eyes to Sam, perhaps for some assistance, but he promptly averted his gaze so she returned her eyes to a hardened Dean. “It’s two a.m.. Where am I supposed to go?”
“Get a room.” Bela gave Dean an unamused look. “Ah, they got the magic fingers,” Bela’s look turned infuriated, “a little Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View. You’ll love it.” Bela’s jaw jutted out as fury washed over her beautiful face.
“You…” Bela said exasperated before grabbing her purse and coat on her way to the door.
“Nice to s-seein’ you,” Sam called out as he awkwardly rose and Bela slammed the door behind her, “Bela.” He said the last part a little too whimsically, causing Dean’s to stare baffled at his brother.
“You drank one of his beers? While on the job? How idiotic can you be?” Bela condescendingly asked.
“How the hell was I suppose to know he was the killer?” Dean said defensively.
“You do a background check, you have rules. Seriously, a test subject should have been your first suspect.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I already heard enough from these two,” Dean motioned to Bobby and Sam behind him, “I don’t need your bitchiness too.”
“Then I suggest you desperately try finding him.” Bela said as she made her way to the door of their room.
“We would, but,” Sam quipped as Bela paused in front of the door, “we can’t find him. He wasn’t at his dorm and we already checked the doctors.”
“So, what? You want my help now?”
“I say, we all just coffee up and start digging in the mornin’. We ain’t gonna find anything at this hour.”
“Right, well, since you or I can’t go to sleep, neither can you two.” Dean said as he made himself comfortable on his bed.
“What?” Bela asked.
“Well, we can’t go to sleep and somebody has to make sure we don’t.”
“Sam can take care of that.”
“Then you two take shifts so the other can get some shut eye.” Bobby suggested. “We all don’t need to be sleep deprived.”
“Fine. Then, Sammy, you’re on the first coffee run so…giddy up.”
“This is unbelievable.” Bela quipped as Sam closed the door behind him.
Whack!
Bela let lose a good one to the back of Dean’s head.
“Ow!”
“Stay awake. I’m not getting blamed for your incompetence so stay the bloody hell awake.”
“Well, if someone could let me go to the nearest bar and shoot some pool, maybe I wouldn’t be so Goddamn bored!” Dean shouted as he jumped off Bela’s bed.
“Because that would be ideal. Sure, let’s go to a bar and get drunk so then after you hustle of few cads, you pass out from intoxication. Sounds brilliant.” Bela sarcastically said, not once looking up from her magazine.
“Well, miss smarty pants, what then do you suggest to not die of boredom.”
“Exercise.”
“Exercise? That’s your solution?”
“It’s healthy and gives you energy.”
Dean’s displeased face suddenly turned amused. “I can think of one exercise I might be willing to do.” That caused Bela’s attention as she finally looked up. Dean just smirked deviously.
“My offer of angry sex expired with that job.”
“Sure it did.” Dean purred as he nonchalantly glided towards Bela’s side of the bed. “That’s why I caught you starin’ at me earlier when I changed my shirt.”
“Obviously you’re beginning to hallucinate from lack of sleep.” Dean’s smirk grew into a leer. Bela refocused her attention back to the magazine, which Dean promptly snatched away and threw across the room. “Hey! What the bloody hell-”
“Have I ever told you I find it incredibly sexy when you use English curse words.”
“Good Lord, how many time has that line-” Bela was cut off by Dean’s lips crushing onto hers. The kiss lasted a millisecond before Bela roughly pushed him away.
“I gotta stay awake some how, sweetheart.” Dean’s eyebrow rose and his smirk reappeared as Bela began to breath heavily.
The bed creaked loudly and the headboard made a thumping noise sure to annoy the neighbors as Dean roughly pounded in and out of Bela. Bela was on all fours as Dean gripped her by the shoulders and if the thumping and creaking of the bed wasn’t loud enough, their moans and groans certainly were. To be fair, Bela had remarked about how she had never been with a man as well endowed as Dean and Dean kept repeating throughout the whole ordeal how tight Bela was. She was also quite impressed with his stamina since he hadn’t slowed down since he first slipped inside her and Dean was seriously regretting not taking her up on that angry sex offer sooner. If sex with Bela was this good all the time, he might actually have to start asking her for favors more often. No matter the cost. But that could just be the sleep deprivation talking.
Bela let out a throaty moan as Dean thrust deep into her. Dean thought he might lose the battle just by her moans alone. Even when they were having sex the two were fighting for dominance. Dean had started out on top, then Bela had rolled them over, then Dean decided to play a little dirty and take her from behind, but he seriously doubted he could win the-battle-of-who-can-hold-out-the-longest with Bela clenching and moaning as she was now. Perhaps it was the accent. Suddenly, an idea popped into Dean’s clouded mind and he stilled, almost pulling out completely, then flipped Bela over onto her back and pulled her forward. Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms did the same to his neck. Dean smirked before picking her up and carrying her across the room to the bathroom. Bela gave him a quizzical look before he turned the shower faucet and realization dawned on her. Her lips curved into a grin as she laid a lingering kiss on Dean’s awaiting lips and he gently set her down on top the counter, waiting for the water to heat. He began nuzzling her neck and leaving butterfly kisses but was jerked forward when Bela squeezed her legs, effectively bringing him deeper into her. Dean took the hit and began roughly and unevenly thrusting into her. Bela’s perfectly manicured nails dug into his shoulders as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck and sucked. The two were close to release when Dean remembered his brilliant idea and swiftly picked her back up and set her down in the shower. The water was scorching hot and Bela made a squeal of protest when the water came in contact with her exposed body. She quickly evened out the hot and cold faucets so it was a nice warm level as Dean stepped in behind her. He started to position himself behind her but she quickly turned on him, pushing him up against the wall.
“Uh uh. She purred in his ear and Dean could have sworn he got a little harder, if that was possible.
Bela began nipping at his neck as she slowly stroked Dean, her other hand gripping his hair. She made her way down Dean’s neck to his collarbone, then his shoulders, then his chest before stopping and grinning deviously up at him. She flicked her thumb over his head, causing him to jump a little before she backed away and rinsed her hair under the water. Dean quickly caught on and rushed up to her. He pinned her against the cold tile, picked her up, then roughly thrust into her, causing both to cry out in pleasure. Bela’s hands went up and around the faucet as Dean’s gripped her buttocks. He lifted his head and caught Bela’s lips with his own as the water rained down on them. Dean began to sporadically thrust into Bela and Bela’s legs were clenching desperately around Dean’s waist when suddenly they both stilled. Bela’s head collapsed onto Dean’s shoulder and Dean once again nuzzled his head into her neck. They stood just like that, under the shower head, for a good five minutes before Dean turned the water off and carried Bela back to her bed.
Dean looked at the clock for the ninth time and groaned. 4:30 p.m.
“Where the hell are Sam and Bobby? I mean come on, how long does it take to find out were someone likes to hang out?”
“Relax, Dean. I’m sure they’re doing the best they can.”
“I know, I know. It’s just,” Dean paused and gave a sheepish glance towards Bela as sat down next to her, “I’d really like to go to sleep now.” He ran his hand up Bela’s smooth, thin leg. “You’re a liar you know. Exercise does not give you energy.
“I’m sorry, did I wear the you out that badly? Doesn’t say much for your previous conquests.” Bela said, every word dripping with sass. “I thought you’d have so much more stamina.” Okay, that was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let his ego get blown out of its already oversized proportion.
Dean scoffed and crossed his arms, a little unnerved. “You think I’m wore out because of that? That was child’s play for me, honey. You wouldn’t last five minutes with my top game.”
“Oh really?” Bela said huskily as she sat up. “Give me you best shot, tiger.”
The two were mere inches away from each other and with Bela staring at him in that way and huskily challenging him, Dean had no choice. Right?
He roughly pulled her head into a kiss, she threw her leg over his lap to straddle him, and then he rushed them up against the door. Bela quickly drew him into her as the both moaned in unison. Bela expected him to slam into her full force, much like he did with the kiss, but instead he moved in and out of her at a slow even pace, almost completely sliding out before burring himself fully in. Bela’s fingers restlessly clawed at his back and head as Dean smirked in triumph.
“Told you, you wouldn’t be able to handle Dean Winchester at his finest.” That got him a hard pull of his hair which made him yelp as she pull his head back and began to suck on his collarbone. Dean’s yelp quickly turned into a growl as his hip began to pick up their pace.
“I think the truth, dear, is that you cannot handle me.” Bela said through a full-fledged grin. Dean grinned back before locking his lips onto hers, thrusting erratically in and out.
They were just beginning to feel tingles in their stomachs when a knock sounded behind Bela’s head. They both stilled and looked at the door in panic. “Who is it?” Bela called out, her legs and arms stilled wrapped around Dean’s frame.
“We’re back, Bela.” Sam called out from the other side of the door.
“Um, okay.” Both Dean and Bela looked at each other in alarm.
“So, you’re time babysitting is up. You can tell Dean to get his sorry ass out of there.”
“Hey!” Dean called out but was silenced by Bela’s hand.
“I’ll gladly tell him.”
“Alright.”
Dean and Bela paused; making sure Sam was gone before speaking again. “You might want to make this a quick one.” Bela suggested with a smirk.
Dean didn’t have to be told twice.
TWO DAYS LATER.
(A/N: The story follows the episode so Sam and Dean have already taken care of Jeremy and have returned back to the hotel so everyone could get some overdue shut eye.)
When the boys returned back to the motel, they found Bobby already passed out, dead to the world on Dean’s bed and Bela nowhere to be found. “You wanna flip a coin?” Sam asked.
“Nah, you take it. I’m sure Bela won’t mind if I use her bed for a couple hours. That is, if she hasn’t took of already.” Dean laughed and hit Sam on his chest. Sam gave him a surprised look but he was already halfway out the door to notice. Plus, it really shouldn’t have surprised him; Dean would always bite the bullet if it were for his little brother.
Dean headed down the hallway until he was in front of room 113 and knocked loudly. After a few seconds, no sound could be heard on the other side of the door, so he knocked again, this time with a little extra force. Nothing. He was seriously debating whether to pick the lock or just kick it in when he heard the racquet of something falling to the ground, followed by a series of interesting curses. Dean put on his smuggest grin as the door was practically ripped off its hinges to reveal a very angry, very bedraggled looking Bela. She was wearing black silk pajama short with a matching tank top and Dean indiscreetly looked her up and down.
“What?” She spat, her eyes glaring daggers.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Dean asked in faux sincerity.
“I swear to God, Dean, if you came over here just to get some perverse satisfaction of waking me up and seeing me in my nightgown, I will gladly remove any indication that you are, in fact, a man.”
“As much as I’d enjoy saying that was my reason, that’s not why I’m here, sweetheart.” Dean’s eyes lingered a little too long below Bela’s neck and when they rose to look her back in the eye, he could have sworn she was foaming at the mouth. Her mouth moved to make some sassy remark but Dean’s lips cutoff her off. He forced his way into her room, kicking the door shut behind him as he rushed her up against the wall. Bela let out a groan as he head smacked the wall but Dean showed no indication that he had heard her or cared. His lips moved from her lips down to her neck where he gently sucked on her soft, sensitive skin.
“You woke my up for a bloody booty call?” She half-whispered in disbelief. As if to answer her question, Dean ground his hips harshly into hers. Bela half-heartedly pushed Dean off her. “Dean, I’m serious.” She had to use both hands to yank his head from in between her chest. “I’m not one of your easy conquests that you share stories about over a beer. If we do this, it’s because I’m using you. Understand?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dean said hastily as quickly returned to kissing her neck. Truth be told, they were probably both using each other to fill some kind of unknown, unwanted loneliness. And perhaps as an outlet for some perverse tension that had been built up between them out of shared hatred of the other or whatever. The only thing they both knew for sure was it felt fucking great.
It was as if they were in another world.
A world where when Dean lifted Bela up, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and her hands buried themselves in his closely cropped hair. Where, when Dean’s warm hands slid up her smooth, thin legs to cup her cheeks, she grinned as she used her teeth to pull on his lower lip. Where she could leave little bites all over his chest and shoulders and he would respond with a throaty growl, thrusting roughly against her.
It was a world where it was just the two of them and great sex.
Dean roughly pulled Bela’s hips towards his as she nibbled on his ear, his grip on her tightening. Bela chuckled huskily in his ear. “Easy tiger, this is 900 dollar silk.” Maybe it was the way tiger rolled of her tongue or maybe it was just her accent, but Dean found his hands sliding the expensive, itty-bitty shorts down her smooth legs.
There lips hastily met, as Bela’s hands slid down his chest to pull at the hem of his shirts. Dean quickly shrugged out of the button up and briefly broke away from Bela’s lips as she helped him pull his shirt and wife-beater over his head. Their lips hungrily met as Bela’s hands roamed over his back and Dean’s hands slid under her tank top, bunching the silk under her breasts. She smirked against his lips as she ran her nails down his back, causing his back to arch and his hips to buck into her. He let out a throaty moan as his fingers dug into her skin. Bela’s smirk grew into a sexy grin as she used Dean’s necklace to pull him into another kiss. Dean’s thumbs slid between the thin material of Bela’s black lace panties and slowly wiggled her out of them. Once discarded, Bela immediately went to work on his belt, harshly tugging on the leather until it unclasped and unbuttoned him. She slid her hand between the cotton of his briefs and teasingly cupped him. Dean moaned into their kiss, motivating a slight squeeze from her. He let her tease him a bit longer. Let being the key word for when he had enough, he quickly pinned both her hands above her head with one of his, pushed his jeans down enough to pull himself out fully, and equally tease her back. Bela bucked and squirmed under his hold, but he had her pinned. Her back arched as he playfully pretended to enter her. Her breasts strained against the black material, her legs squeezing painfully around him, and Dean decided enough was enough. He released her hands, which went immediately to his hair, gripped her hips and roughly thrust into her. Bela’s head rolled backwards as he filled her completely, her hands clawing clumps of Dean’s hair so hard that Dean briefly wondered if he would have bald spots after they were done.
Slowly Dean began to slide in and almost completely out before ramming back into her, each time eliciting a rasping cry from her lips. After a couple minutes, Dean decided he better pick up his pace or he was going to release from Bela’s moans and cries alone. Beads of sweats started dripping down their warm bodies, Bela’s nails digging into Dean’s shoulders as he furiously pounded into her. The thwap of skin on skin was as loud as the thump Bela’s backside made against the wall as she bounced up and down against Dean’s chest. She desperately tried to push away any thoughts and just focus on the building heat in the bottom of her belly, but staring down at Dean with that serious look of concentration on his face, she didn’t have the strength to let a few slip.
Of all the men in the world, she had to choose this one to develop odd and foreign feeling for. This infuriating, poorly mannered, messy, self-destructive hunter who had the uncanny knack of making her job that much harder. Yet here she was, up against a wall in some shitty motel with none other than the one and only Dean Winchester between her legs.
Daddy would be so proud.
But that was forbidden ground that she wasn’t going to trek through.
Best to focus on the now instead of the then.
Dean’s head had snuggled into the crook of her neck as he continued his unforgiving rate, and when Bela started to roll her hips in perfect timing with his thrusts, Dean went over the wall. With newfound energy he sporadically thrust in and out of her, causing Bela’s legs to tighten for dear life as she was practically beaten against the wall. But Dean didn’t slow and she couldn’t have cared less. She’d be sore for a week, but right now, she never wanted this to end. If there was some time loop and they were trapped in this embrace for eternity, she might actually be truly happy for once. Sure, she be stuck with Dean Winchester the rest of her life but she could think of dozens of other horrible people to be stuck with and frankly, right now, there was no one else she’d rather be with.
Of course, this was still just sex. Bloody fantastic, amazing, wonderful sex, perhaps the greatest sex she’d ever had but still strictly no-strings-attached-I-still-despise-your-every-fiber-sex non the less.
When she felt the wall crack behind her, Bela knew it was like a timer going off. Their time was up and as if on cue, the tingling in her stomach started growing exponentially. Dean must have felt similar because his pants were coming in awkward rhythms and his body was practically convulsing. Bela clenched one last time around him as her back arched, toes curled, head rolled back and nails drew blood. Her body started to tremble as Dean roughly caught her swollen, bruised and together, they released. When their bodies finally stilled, Dean slowly pulled away, Bela sucking on his bottom lip momentarily, and then rested his forehead against hers. Both desperately sucked in air in a comfortable silence and as much as Bela was enjoying this, she was still Bela Talbot and he was still Dean Winchester. She pulled her head away then patted him on the shoulder while giving his a cat-like smile.
“Good boy.” She said, to which Dean replied to with a caveman-like grunt. “Now, as much as I enjoy our time together, Dean, sweetie, I’m not one for post-coitus cuddling.” She gave him another pat and loosened her hold around him as if an indication to let her down.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he pushed away from the wall, carried her to the bed, his feet shuffling between his fallen jeans and briefs, and fell back. “Dean!”
What was he thinking? This isn’t what they do. He was suppose to make some smartass remark, rudely drop her, pull up his trouser and leave before Bela had the time to shimmy back into her shorts. Instead, her he was lying on her bed with his face snuggled into her neck, arms tightly wrapped around her, drawing lazy shapes on her lower back.
“Dean…”
“Just shut your trap for once.”
“I don’t do cuddling.”
“Yeah, yeah, I call bullshit you know you’re a big fat cuddler.” There was that annoying, cocky smirk.
“And might I ask where this amazing hindsight came from?”
“You’re ruining the moment.” Dean shifted his hold to cradle her bottom. “Besides, you cling like someone who knows how to cuddle.”
“I don’t cling.”
“Honey, I think we’re a little past petty denials. I mean, I think I know you pretty well now.”
“I don’t think so.” Bela asked a little melancholy.
“Well,” there was the boyish charm again as Dean’s hand squeezed. “I know you a lot better.”
Bela quickly sat up and swatted his hands away. She proceeded to roll of him. “Yes, well, now that our little adventure is over, so is whatever that was.” She slipped under the covers and tightly wrapped the sheets around her as if to punctualize her point. Dean just rolled his head and unabashedly stared at her. “Aren’t you going to at least cover yourself up?” She asked slightly flustered.
“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.” Dean’s eyebrow quirked up. “Or is my magnificent body too much to handle?”
“Magnificent, hardly.” Okay, that was a lie. Dean had an amazing body and plus, he wasn’t poorly endowed. Dean chuckled as he finally got up. But to Bela’s disbelief, he kicked off his boots and jeans then pulled up his briefs. He stretched, patted his stomach and bobbed his head as if a song was in his head before resting his eyes on the semi-large crack in the wall and snorted. He turned back to the bed and crawled over Bela to the other side, much to her chagrin. She stared at him like his was insane.
“What?” He asked as he slid between the sheets.
“You can’t be serious.” Bela’s perfect eyebrow arched.
“Oh, come on, you know you’re enjoying every second. Besides,” Dean scooted closer, “Bobby took my bed.” His arm wrapped around her hips and roughly pulled her down, garnering a squeal of surprise. Finally, she gave in and let Dean cuddle into her back with his arms around her and hand joined with hers.
Dean gave a satisfied smile before planting a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Told you so.” Dean said triumphantly. “Ouch!” He yelped as Bela pinched him. She grinned then pulled his arms tighter. “Shit, I’m tired.”
It was long after the two had fallen asleep when Bela woke up in a sweat and breathing hard. She had had another nightmare and waking up in an unfamiliar place did not help matters. It was only when she felt arms pull her against a warm chest did she relax. She was running out of time. They both were. As much as Bela despised the infuriating, annoying, charming man, she felt a connection with him. They were both lost souls tainted by their childhoods. He was burdened by the passion to protect his family, which had turned into an obsession and him into a self-sacrificing brute. She was burdened by the need of self-preservation, which had turned into loneliness and her into a conniving, thieving bitch. Plus, the two had enough sexual tension between them to suffocate an elephant.
And Bela couldn’t lie to herself anymore. Not with so little time.
She had feeling for the man.
The one and only Dean Winchester.
Which was going to make what she had to do even harder.
Staying here, with Dean, was against her nature. Was against her programming. Staying here meant danger and risk, two things Bela tried to avoid like the plague. She was a self-preserving, conniving, thieving bitch and staying here especially with him, would make every part of her body itch. She had a job to do it and she never failed to follow it through.
Dean Winchester be damned.
So Bela carefully and quietly slid out of Dean’s grasp, gathered her discarded clothes, changed into the clothes she had set out, made herself as presentable as possible, then stood over the bed. She stared at Dean’s peaceful face for what seemed to be hours but in reality was only a couple of minutes. She lightly sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair. She bent down and left a lingering kiss on his temple.
Yes, this was going to be hard and she might even cry on the drive but it was necessary, for both of them.
With one last glance at the door, Bela felt her eyes water.
Maybe she’d cry sooner than she thought.
When Dean woke up from what was probably the best sleep of his life, he woke up to a cold, empty bed and equally cold and empty room. Quickly he got out of bed, took a shower and headed back to his room. He found Sam and Bobby already ready and preparing to go out.
“Where’ve you been?” Sam asked slightly amused, slightly annoyed.
“I had a sleep over with this really hot girl.” Sam huffed. “So where are you goin’?”
“We’re going to go follow up on Jeremy,” Bobby said as he pulled on his jacket, “you ready?”
“Nah, I’m goin’ to stay here. I’m not exactly completely recuperated yet, if you know what I mean.” Dean gave Sam a nudge and a wink.
“Whatever. Lets go Bobby.”
When the two were out the door, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed a number. When no one picked up he quickly shut it off then dialed again. Again, no one picked up. Dean sighed loudly, threw his phone on the bed and sat down, his head in his hands.
He felt cold.
He felt empty.
But mostly, he felt alone.