Crack for smidgy06
You know you want some. All the cool kids are doing it. :P
Author: Julia
Title: Catch a Tiger by the Toe
Pairing: Ummmm it's Bellick and Dean, but not like that, mostly.
Rating:PG
Author's Note: This is for Michelle, who wanted a Bellick and Dean at a urinal scene that somehow morphed in to a Bellick hits Dean across the face while he's tied up scene. It's crack. Yes, it is.
Brad watched the kid from across the room. He was smooth, and good looking, and one of those guys that Brad would have despised in high school. Hell, one of those guys Brad despised now.
He looked down at the picture in his hands. A picture of two boys leaning against a slick, black car, deep in conversation. The one with the mop of hair was named Sam. Making the one currently hitting on a busty blond at the bar, Dean. Bellick had watched Sam leave in frustration about an hour ago when he couldn't convince Dean to leave with him.
Bellick took a slow sip from his beer and watched with excitement as Dean got up and headed toward the restrooms. Brad got up to follow. He walked through the restroom door and stood at the urinal next to the one Dean was currently using. "How's it going?" He said as he nodded toward Dean.
Dean turned to look at him, a shit eating, buzzed grin plastered on his face. "Good, and about to get better buddy if my plan for a certain lady at the bar pans out." Dean smiled again, seeing the fist Brad threw toward his face a split second too late.
As Brad picked Dean's unconscious form off the floor he grunted under the boy's weight, "I'm afraid there's been a change of plans son."
When Dean woke up he was groggy and his arms were asleep and tingling. He tried to move them from their current position above his head, but they wouldn't budge. It took Dean a full minute to realize he was tied up, hands chained above his head, body slightly suspended from the ceiling. "What the fuck?" Dean muttered under his breath.
"Sorry for the crappy accommodations, but you have a bit of a reputation for causing trouble. Didn't want you to give me any." Bellick sat down on a wooden stool in front of Dean.
"What the hell do you want dude?" Dean took a moment to study the fat man sitting in front of him.
"I need a couple of answers to a couple of questions." Bellick scooted his stool forward a few inches giving Dean his best stern look.
"And this required the removal of my shirt?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively.
Brad had the decency to blush. "I couldn't get your wrists into the cuffs with your shirt on." he said, a bit too defensively.
Dean smirked as he watched the color rise in Bellick's cheeks. "Can I at least have the pleasure of knowing the name of the man who's chained me up?"
"Brad, Brad Bellick. Ring any bells?"
Dean shook his head. "None whatsoever. Should it?"
"Look Winchester, I know you helped Scofield and Burrows escape. I have information linking the four of you together."
Dean's expression suddenly turned fierce at the mention of 'the four of them'. "If you've touched my brother, I swear to God you will not be walking out of here alive."
"Your brother is fine, and will remain so as long as you become cooperative right the fuck now. Where are Scofield and Burrows?" Brad stood up from the stool and came toward Dean menacingly.
"Those names don't ring any bells, sorry." Dean smiled innocently at Bellick.
Brad's hand flew out without warning, backhanding Dean across the face. Dean's bottom lip split and a small line of blood began running down his chin.
"Thanks for trying to jog my memory, but I still have no idea who you're talking about."
Bellick balled up his fist and punched Dean as hard as he could in the stomach. The air whooshed out of Dean's lungs, and he struggled for a moment to regain his breath. Brad and Dean held each others gaze for long, drawn out seconds, breathing in each others air, both trying to catch their breath. The staring contest was bordering on creepy when both their gazes were drawn toward the door to the building as it came crashing open.
Lincoln propelled his body full force in to Bellick before the fat man even realized what was happening. Lincoln smashed his head into the floor a few times until he was sure Brad was unconscious.
Sam came strolling up to Dean and helped him out of the handcuffs with a set of keys Lincoln handed them.
"It's about time the Cavalry showed up." Dean snarked as his feet touched the floor. "What the hell took you guys so long?"
"Gee, we're sorry Dean, we didn't even realize you hadn't run off with some bimbo until about an hour ago, then we had to track you down." Sam rolled his eyes as he slung his brother's arm over his shoulder and helped Dean out of the room.
When they reached the alley, Dean stopped dead in his tracks. "Tell me that is not Michael in the driver's seat of my fucking car."
"I didn't have a choice bro. We didn't know if we were going to need to make a quick get away. Lincoln and I had to be the ones to come in for you because we've all seen Michael's version of running and well... that left him to drive the car."
Dean gave Sam a mutinous look as Sam shoved him in the back seat and climbed in after him. Lincoln got in the front, and slammed the door.
Later that night, after hours of driving, in the dark of a cheap motel, Lincoln and Dean had the sex, because Elissa said that would be fucking hot, and the only thing that would quickly wipe the image of Bellick/Dean from her mind.
The End.
Author: Julia
Title: Catch a Tiger by the Toe
Pairing: Ummmm it's Bellick and Dean, but not like that, mostly.
Rating:PG
Author's Note: This is for Michelle, who wanted a Bellick and Dean at a urinal scene that somehow morphed in to a Bellick hits Dean across the face while he's tied up scene. It's crack. Yes, it is.
Brad watched the kid from across the room. He was smooth, and good looking, and one of those guys that Brad would have despised in high school. Hell, one of those guys Brad despised now.
He looked down at the picture in his hands. A picture of two boys leaning against a slick, black car, deep in conversation. The one with the mop of hair was named Sam. Making the one currently hitting on a busty blond at the bar, Dean. Bellick had watched Sam leave in frustration about an hour ago when he couldn't convince Dean to leave with him.
Bellick took a slow sip from his beer and watched with excitement as Dean got up and headed toward the restrooms. Brad got up to follow. He walked through the restroom door and stood at the urinal next to the one Dean was currently using. "How's it going?" He said as he nodded toward Dean.
Dean turned to look at him, a shit eating, buzzed grin plastered on his face. "Good, and about to get better buddy if my plan for a certain lady at the bar pans out." Dean smiled again, seeing the fist Brad threw toward his face a split second too late.
As Brad picked Dean's unconscious form off the floor he grunted under the boy's weight, "I'm afraid there's been a change of plans son."
When Dean woke up he was groggy and his arms were asleep and tingling. He tried to move them from their current position above his head, but they wouldn't budge. It took Dean a full minute to realize he was tied up, hands chained above his head, body slightly suspended from the ceiling. "What the fuck?" Dean muttered under his breath.
"Sorry for the crappy accommodations, but you have a bit of a reputation for causing trouble. Didn't want you to give me any." Bellick sat down on a wooden stool in front of Dean.
"What the hell do you want dude?" Dean took a moment to study the fat man sitting in front of him.
"I need a couple of answers to a couple of questions." Bellick scooted his stool forward a few inches giving Dean his best stern look.
"And this required the removal of my shirt?" Dean raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively.
Brad had the decency to blush. "I couldn't get your wrists into the cuffs with your shirt on." he said, a bit too defensively.
Dean smirked as he watched the color rise in Bellick's cheeks. "Can I at least have the pleasure of knowing the name of the man who's chained me up?"
"Brad, Brad Bellick. Ring any bells?"
Dean shook his head. "None whatsoever. Should it?"
"Look Winchester, I know you helped Scofield and Burrows escape. I have information linking the four of you together."
Dean's expression suddenly turned fierce at the mention of 'the four of them'. "If you've touched my brother, I swear to God you will not be walking out of here alive."
"Your brother is fine, and will remain so as long as you become cooperative right the fuck now. Where are Scofield and Burrows?" Brad stood up from the stool and came toward Dean menacingly.
"Those names don't ring any bells, sorry." Dean smiled innocently at Bellick.
Brad's hand flew out without warning, backhanding Dean across the face. Dean's bottom lip split and a small line of blood began running down his chin.
"Thanks for trying to jog my memory, but I still have no idea who you're talking about."
Bellick balled up his fist and punched Dean as hard as he could in the stomach. The air whooshed out of Dean's lungs, and he struggled for a moment to regain his breath. Brad and Dean held each others gaze for long, drawn out seconds, breathing in each others air, both trying to catch their breath. The staring contest was bordering on creepy when both their gazes were drawn toward the door to the building as it came crashing open.
Lincoln propelled his body full force in to Bellick before the fat man even realized what was happening. Lincoln smashed his head into the floor a few times until he was sure Brad was unconscious.
Sam came strolling up to Dean and helped him out of the handcuffs with a set of keys Lincoln handed them.
"It's about time the Cavalry showed up." Dean snarked as his feet touched the floor. "What the hell took you guys so long?"
"Gee, we're sorry Dean, we didn't even realize you hadn't run off with some bimbo until about an hour ago, then we had to track you down." Sam rolled his eyes as he slung his brother's arm over his shoulder and helped Dean out of the room.
When they reached the alley, Dean stopped dead in his tracks. "Tell me that is not Michael in the driver's seat of my fucking car."
"I didn't have a choice bro. We didn't know if we were going to need to make a quick get away. Lincoln and I had to be the ones to come in for you because we've all seen Michael's version of running and well... that left him to drive the car."
Dean gave Sam a mutinous look as Sam shoved him in the back seat and climbed in after him. Lincoln got in the front, and slammed the door.
Later that night, after hours of driving, in the dark of a cheap motel, Lincoln and Dean had the sex, because Elissa said that would be fucking hot, and the only thing that would quickly wipe the image of Bellick/Dean from her mind.
The End.