colliding stars - SN fic - PG13
Title: colliding stars
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: future AU, I’m fairly certain; implied non-con; spoilers for “Bad Day at Black Rock”
Pairings: onesided Gordon Walker/Dean Winchester, onesided Bela Talbot/Dean Winchester
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 535
Point of view: third
Notes: I have no excuse for this story. None at all.
So… I hear you’re a thief. You ever stole a person?
It was partnership of mutual benefit: he hunted down what he considered most dangerous to his kind and she had justice for actions against her.
I’m not just a thief, sweetheart-I’m a great thief. Who do you need stolen?
It was a good plan, formulated by an expert thief and an even better hunter. Every possibility was thought of, everything that could go wrong planned for.
Dean Winchester.
She struck at dawn on a Saturday, while the Winchesters were separated, a town apart. Dean was good, but no match for a dart filled with sedative. The room was left empty of all his belongings, everything packed and bagged.
There was also a note for Sam.
Him, I’ll steal for free.
She watched from a few feet away as Sam tore the town apart looking for his brother. What could he assume but that Dean had left, finally taken off, like Sam-despite almost bone-deep knowledge that Dean would never, could never, do that-had always feared he’d would?
She watched for three days, just to be sure, and then returned to her loft, where her newest acquisition waited.
Good.
Her partner was sitting beside the bed, beer in hand. “You’ll take care of him?” Gordon asked. “He’s a good man, just misguided.”
She smiled at him. “He’s safe with me, I assure you. I’ll just have a bit of fun till you come back.”
Gordon looked back at Dean. “It’ll hurt him, when he figures out what’s happened. Try to take his mind off things.”
She nodded.
You have a plan, I assume.
Dean woke once, foggy and disoriented, calling for Sam. She rubbed her hand along his forehead, caressed his face.
He was a beautiful man. She could grow used to seeing him spread out on her bed. Even the rage she felt towards him was tempered by his closeness, the warmth of his skin against hers.
“A body could grow addicted to you,” she whispered, trailing her lips down his neck. “I think I’ll have to find a way to keep you.”
Of course. Wouldn’t have come to you if I didn’t.
Gordon came back three days later; Dean was still drugged, more asleep than anything, unable to wake.
“You dealt with your end, I’m sure,” she said, watching him check Dean over.
“Sammy Winchester is salted and burned,” Gordon answered, reaching out to touch Dean’s face. “World’s safe, now.”
She nodded. “Good.”
Well? Tell me.
The bullet made a soft ‘snip’ sound as it tore into Gordon’s back and out his chest, lodging in the wall.
It’d be hard to convince all Gordon’s little groupies he died in a car wreck, but not impossible. And then Dean Winchester would be hers.
It might take him a little while to come around, but she was a great thief. Even if she couldn't steal his heart, she had enough drugs too keep him just groggy enough.
Plus, when things are easy? There just isn’t much fun.
You get Dean outta the way, Sam’s easy. No warnin’, little brother off guard-
Details, Walker. I don’t work on faith.
Well, that’s alright. I do.