Fic: Supernatural
Title: leave it to the other girls to play
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Bela/Dean UST
Rating: PG
A/N: Prompt was 5 times Bela objectified Dean, from brilligspoons, originally posted in the comments of her LJ.
1. He's pointing a gun at her head and stealing an incredibly valuable cursed rabbit's foot from her (oh, all right, she stole it first, whatever), and all she can think is that Dean Winchester looks absolutely ravishing in her apartment. She blinks and tries to focus, but he's got all the luck, right there in his hand, and her shots go wide.
She's not really sorry she missed, though. It would be a shame to damage something that perfect.
2. She likes the way he looks at her, grudging admiration and visceral appreciation, even after she shoots his baby brother and has his precious car towed. It's a game, of sorts, even if he's pulling his punches -- some overdeveloped sense of chivalry, she thinks.
And he's obedient. She likes that, in a man.
He looks even better in the tux than she expected, and she curls her fingers into the curve of his elbow and pretends, just for a moment, that this is something other than what it is.
3. She wears the dress as easily as any other outfit, costumes for her con artist lifestyle, but Dean fidgets in his tux, tugs at the collar, and she can tell he just wants his regular clothes back, jeans and well-worn cotton shirts and a jacket with enough pockets to house half an arsenal.
She eyes him, back in his regular wardrobe, undeniably comfortable in his own skin. She envies him that effortless comfort. She wants it for her own, wants him for her own, that strangely innocent quality. The way he doesn't understand certain things, like how she could bargain for her parents' death.
4. She is waiting for him in Hell. There are bargains you can't break. Not even the Colt could have saved him. She knows. She tried.
It's a long wait, but the denizens of Hell are waiting with her, scores of demons whispering about a righteous man. Self-righteous, more like, she tells them, and they laugh.
She'd wanted to hear Dean scream, but not like this.
5. The seals break, the gates crumble, and Bela slips out of Hell before her eyes turn black. She doesn't have the power to claim someone else's body, but her soul shadows Dean across five states and three motel rooms before Castiel looks at her, solemn and seeing too much.
"You don't belong here," he says, and they both glance at Dean, sleeping on his stomach, lips slightly parted.
Hell still has a claim on her, she knows. She's done worse than her deal. Castiel looks at her again, and he nods, slowly, and holds out his hand. When she brushes against his vessel, he extends the power of his Grace, and she lets herself rise, effortless and easy, comfortable without her skin.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Bela/Dean UST
Rating: PG
A/N: Prompt was 5 times Bela objectified Dean, from brilligspoons, originally posted in the comments of her LJ.
1. He's pointing a gun at her head and stealing an incredibly valuable cursed rabbit's foot from her (oh, all right, she stole it first, whatever), and all she can think is that Dean Winchester looks absolutely ravishing in her apartment. She blinks and tries to focus, but he's got all the luck, right there in his hand, and her shots go wide.
She's not really sorry she missed, though. It would be a shame to damage something that perfect.
2. She likes the way he looks at her, grudging admiration and visceral appreciation, even after she shoots his baby brother and has his precious car towed. It's a game, of sorts, even if he's pulling his punches -- some overdeveloped sense of chivalry, she thinks.
And he's obedient. She likes that, in a man.
He looks even better in the tux than she expected, and she curls her fingers into the curve of his elbow and pretends, just for a moment, that this is something other than what it is.
3. She wears the dress as easily as any other outfit, costumes for her con artist lifestyle, but Dean fidgets in his tux, tugs at the collar, and she can tell he just wants his regular clothes back, jeans and well-worn cotton shirts and a jacket with enough pockets to house half an arsenal.
She eyes him, back in his regular wardrobe, undeniably comfortable in his own skin. She envies him that effortless comfort. She wants it for her own, wants him for her own, that strangely innocent quality. The way he doesn't understand certain things, like how she could bargain for her parents' death.
4. She is waiting for him in Hell. There are bargains you can't break. Not even the Colt could have saved him. She knows. She tried.
It's a long wait, but the denizens of Hell are waiting with her, scores of demons whispering about a righteous man. Self-righteous, more like, she tells them, and they laugh.
She'd wanted to hear Dean scream, but not like this.
5. The seals break, the gates crumble, and Bela slips out of Hell before her eyes turn black. She doesn't have the power to claim someone else's body, but her soul shadows Dean across five states and three motel rooms before Castiel looks at her, solemn and seeing too much.
"You don't belong here," he says, and they both glance at Dean, sleeping on his stomach, lips slightly parted.
Hell still has a claim on her, she knows. She's done worse than her deal. Castiel looks at her again, and he nods, slowly, and holds out his hand. When she brushes against his vessel, he extends the power of his Grace, and she lets herself rise, effortless and easy, comfortable without her skin.