Das 11. Türchen
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120_minutenTitel: Scene on a Balcony
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peaches
Fandom: Supernatural
Challenge: "Mistelzweig"
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: kleine Spoiler bis 3x07 – Fresh Blood
Charaktere: Dean/Bela
Wordcount: 1,035
Zusammenfassung: He hates her, but she keeps showing up...
Note: Kein Fan des Pairings und auf englisch. Sorry :/. Es wollte auf Deutsch einfach nicht klappen...
Dankekhana für's beta lesen! *huggles*
„Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!“ Dean groaned, as he spotted her at the other side of the room. Yes, this was exactly the kind of place one would expect to run into someone like Bela, but, to be honest, Dean hadn’t expected seeing her again so soon. He was still mad at her, wanted to kill her – or at least hurt her a lot – for putting Sam in danger, for causing trouble with the easiest things and for being an arrogant little bitch. Just looking at her was enough to make Dean’s blood start boiling. The way she sipped her wine and turned and curtseyed in her pretty little dress as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Actually, Dean thought, she didn’t have a care in the world. She was loaded, and not burdened with a conscience like normal people. And while it sounded nice to have no one else but yourself to worry about (Dean threw a side glance in Sam’s direction. His brother was trying to gather information on the case while trying to avoid all the pretty girls who practically threw themselves at him) he preferred it to being a cold-hearted bitch.
The DJ had cranked up the volume for the next song, Black Velvet, which caused one of the girls to lean in closer to Sam. Dean smirked and looked back up, only to find that Bela had disappeared. He only caught a glimpse of the heavy curtain that hid the windows flap suspiciously.
“Oh, come on!” Dean abandoned his beer on the bar and crossed the room. One quick glance around told him that no one would notice, then he slipped behind the curtains himself. He was surprised to find a door. It led onto a spacious balcony, and there she was. Leaning onto the banister, looking at something in her hands Dean couldn’t see. He pushed the door open silently and stepped out of the stuffy warmth of the party into the icy cold December air.
It was a beautiful night and all the trees around were covered in fairy lights.
“So, what did you take this time?” Dean asked loudly, making Bela jump and spin around. Whatever it was that she had been looking at was now hidden behind her back.
She raised her chin up slightly and smiled an arrogant little smile.
“What makes you think I took something?” she asked then, slowly. Dean frowned. Did she actually think she would get away with that? He was definitely smarter than that.
“Because we’ve met before? I’m sorry I have to tell you, but you kind of have a little kleptomania problem. Actually it's a big one.”
“Funny,” Bela replied, showing no sign of amusement. “There is nothing interesting in this house. The case you two are working on… not even a case, so I am just here to enjoy the party.”
“Yeah… right.” Dean stepped closer. “Seriously, what are you hiding behind your back?”
“I’m hiding nothing.” Bela walked backwards until the banister stopped her.
“Really? Then clap your hands,” Dean said with a grin and Bela shook some stray hairs out of her face in a stubborn gesture.
“You are very childish,” she informed him, her eyes not leaving his, looking up at him, challenging. Dean was close enough to trap her now and made his move. He lunged for her and tried to reach around her back. She struggled, turned away from him. Dean tried again, with the other hand, but Bela was quick. They struggled for a moment, when Bela suddenly froze.
Her arm was raised over their heads, trying to get the thing she was hiding out of Dean’s reach. Confused, Dean stopped dead in his tracks as well. What Bela was holding over their heads appeared to be-
“You Idiot!” Bela snapped and hit Dean’s chest hard with her purse. “I am going to kill you!”
“What? Why?” Dean’s confusion was genuine and he took another look at the bundle of leaves in Bela’s hand. “Uhm… Why would you steal mistletoe?”
“I didn’t steal…” Bela began but didn’t finish the sentence. Instead she hit Dean again with the purse. “Do you know what you just did? Because of you we stood under a mistletoe together.”
“Actually, we’re still standing under a mistletoe,” Dean gestured at Bela, who’s hand still hovered over their heads. She dropped it with a heavy sigh.
“You do realise we have to kiss now, don’t you?” Bela asked, sounding more than a little pissed off about it.
“No way I’m kissing you!” Dean made a grimace, but his face fell when he saw the stern expression on Bela’s face. “Really? Oh, man…”
“I’ve seen what can happen if people don’t kiss, so suck it up and deal with it.”
Dean wanted to comment on nobody liking a bossy woman, but figured his chances for less teeth and more tongue were better if he didn’t. Not that he particularly cared for getting tongue from Bela, of all people, but if he was going to kiss, he was going to go all the way, regardless of his general feelings for the person.
“Oh, shut up,” he sighed, placed his left hand on her waist and used the right one to tilt her head up a little. He caught a glimpse of her eyes fluttering closed before they met for the kiss.
Her lips were soft and warm. She tasted like red wine and it wasn’t unpleasant at all. He actually thought she opened her mouth a little, but before he could be sure, she pulled away.
“Well,” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “Thank you.” She brushed her hair out of her face again. “It’s cold, so… see you around.”
She gathered her dress at the hip and stumbled when she walked back to the door. Dean grinned, but, honestly, his legs felt like jelly, too.
Autor:
peachesFandom: Supernatural
Challenge: "Mistelzweig"
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: kleine Spoiler bis 3x07 – Fresh Blood
Charaktere: Dean/Bela
Wordcount: 1,035
Zusammenfassung: He hates her, but she keeps showing up...
Note: Kein Fan des Pairings und auf englisch. Sorry :/. Es wollte auf Deutsch einfach nicht klappen...
Danke
khana für's beta lesen! *huggles*„Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!“ Dean groaned, as he spotted her at the other side of the room. Yes, this was exactly the kind of place one would expect to run into someone like Bela, but, to be honest, Dean hadn’t expected seeing her again so soon. He was still mad at her, wanted to kill her – or at least hurt her a lot – for putting Sam in danger, for causing trouble with the easiest things and for being an arrogant little bitch. Just looking at her was enough to make Dean’s blood start boiling. The way she sipped her wine and turned and curtseyed in her pretty little dress as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Actually, Dean thought, she didn’t have a care in the world. She was loaded, and not burdened with a conscience like normal people. And while it sounded nice to have no one else but yourself to worry about (Dean threw a side glance in Sam’s direction. His brother was trying to gather information on the case while trying to avoid all the pretty girls who practically threw themselves at him) he preferred it to being a cold-hearted bitch.
The DJ had cranked up the volume for the next song, Black Velvet, which caused one of the girls to lean in closer to Sam. Dean smirked and looked back up, only to find that Bela had disappeared. He only caught a glimpse of the heavy curtain that hid the windows flap suspiciously.
“Oh, come on!” Dean abandoned his beer on the bar and crossed the room. One quick glance around told him that no one would notice, then he slipped behind the curtains himself. He was surprised to find a door. It led onto a spacious balcony, and there she was. Leaning onto the banister, looking at something in her hands Dean couldn’t see. He pushed the door open silently and stepped out of the stuffy warmth of the party into the icy cold December air.
It was a beautiful night and all the trees around were covered in fairy lights.
“So, what did you take this time?” Dean asked loudly, making Bela jump and spin around. Whatever it was that she had been looking at was now hidden behind her back.
She raised her chin up slightly and smiled an arrogant little smile.
“What makes you think I took something?” she asked then, slowly. Dean frowned. Did she actually think she would get away with that? He was definitely smarter than that.
“Because we’ve met before? I’m sorry I have to tell you, but you kind of have a little kleptomania problem. Actually it's a big one.”
“Funny,” Bela replied, showing no sign of amusement. “There is nothing interesting in this house. The case you two are working on… not even a case, so I am just here to enjoy the party.”
“Yeah… right.” Dean stepped closer. “Seriously, what are you hiding behind your back?”
“I’m hiding nothing.” Bela walked backwards until the banister stopped her.
“Really? Then clap your hands,” Dean said with a grin and Bela shook some stray hairs out of her face in a stubborn gesture.
“You are very childish,” she informed him, her eyes not leaving his, looking up at him, challenging. Dean was close enough to trap her now and made his move. He lunged for her and tried to reach around her back. She struggled, turned away from him. Dean tried again, with the other hand, but Bela was quick. They struggled for a moment, when Bela suddenly froze.
Her arm was raised over their heads, trying to get the thing she was hiding out of Dean’s reach. Confused, Dean stopped dead in his tracks as well. What Bela was holding over their heads appeared to be-
“You Idiot!” Bela snapped and hit Dean’s chest hard with her purse. “I am going to kill you!”
“What? Why?” Dean’s confusion was genuine and he took another look at the bundle of leaves in Bela’s hand. “Uhm… Why would you steal mistletoe?”
“I didn’t steal…” Bela began but didn’t finish the sentence. Instead she hit Dean again with the purse. “Do you know what you just did? Because of you we stood under a mistletoe together.”
“Actually, we’re still standing under a mistletoe,” Dean gestured at Bela, who’s hand still hovered over their heads. She dropped it with a heavy sigh.
“You do realise we have to kiss now, don’t you?” Bela asked, sounding more than a little pissed off about it.
“No way I’m kissing you!” Dean made a grimace, but his face fell when he saw the stern expression on Bela’s face. “Really? Oh, man…”
“I’ve seen what can happen if people don’t kiss, so suck it up and deal with it.”
Dean wanted to comment on nobody liking a bossy woman, but figured his chances for less teeth and more tongue were better if he didn’t. Not that he particularly cared for getting tongue from Bela, of all people, but if he was going to kiss, he was going to go all the way, regardless of his general feelings for the person.
“Oh, shut up,” he sighed, placed his left hand on her waist and used the right one to tilt her head up a little. He caught a glimpse of her eyes fluttering closed before they met for the kiss.
Her lips were soft and warm. She tasted like red wine and it wasn’t unpleasant at all. He actually thought she opened her mouth a little, but before he could be sure, she pulled away.
“Well,” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “Thank you.” She brushed her hair out of her face again. “It’s cold, so… see you around.”
She gathered her dress at the hip and stumbled when she walked back to the door. Dean grinned, but, honestly, his legs felt like jelly, too.
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Date: 2007-12-11 02:26 pm (UTC)Und Dean kann es nicht zugeben, aber er mag bossy women. (Er mag ja auch Sam...)
Schöne kleine FF. Sowohl Dean als auch Bela sind zickig und ein bisschen kindisch und somit total ic und unwiderstehlich ^^ ich liebe es, wie sie sich hassen.