Shatter Every Window

[on_silksheets]

Honestly, the oncoming storm was a bit much in terms of drama. As if stumbling through dark woods running for your life under a full moon wasn't enough, it had to threaten to rain as well

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[giveemhelldean]

[Dean pushes the door closed, pushing a chair against the door, and glancing around for more furniture to block the door, before pulling a shelf that looked like it had seen better days against the door. He took a few moments to catch his breath, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and doing a quick physical check. Fingers still intact? Check. Teeth still there? Check. Not missing heart? Yep.

After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]

Let me check out that arm.

[giveemhelldean]

[Dean gave a satisfied smirk as the fire took, prodding at it for a second.] Don't jinx us.

[Moving over to Bela, gesturing towards her shivering.] Do you want me to uh... *making a motion with his arms*

[on_silksheets]

Bela arched an eyebrow at his decidedly vague gesture. At the number of ways she could interpret it...well a few of them were decidedly inappropriate for the situation. A few didn't sound so bad right about now...

She understood enough of his meaning, although, "Uh?"

[giveemhelldean]

To... I dunno-- hold you? You know, for warmth?

[on_silksheets]

She grinned, "Why Dean, if I didn't know better I'd think you were coming onto me", not...that the idea sounded entirely unwelcome. Between the cold and fear ad unexpected pain she really wanted to just curl up until it was all over...there were worse ways to do that than on someone's shoulder. And maybe once she would have said yes, but more times than not in the last few years their meetings had been less than friendly. Now it would just be another way that she needed him tonight, and she couldn't do that.

[giveemhelldean]

If we were in a different situation... I probably would be. [Dean gives a casual shrug. Not his proudest trait, but at least he's honest.]

[on_silksheets]

"Good, any less and I'd feel a bit insulted", Bela rolled her eyes playfully, trying to shrug off the cold and discomfort and years of antagonism for the moment.

[giveemhelldean]

Wouldn't want that, now would we?

[Dean makes his way back to his duffle, leaning his head back against it like a pillow.]

[on_silksheets]

"Oh hush", Bela murmured, burrowing down tighter into herself, chin on her knees.

[giveemhelldean]

Don't act like you don't like it. [Dean teases, grinning]

[on_silksheets]

"It's strictly the blood loss talking", she assured him, sneaking out another small smile between shivers.

[giveemhelldean]

Heh. Riiiight. If you say so, Bela.

[on_silksheets]

"I do", she assured him, laying her cheek on her forearm.

[giveemhelldean]

Fine. Just sayin'... long night ahead of us...

[on_silksheets]

Bela pouted, "Really? Going to try and swoop in and take advantage of my vulnerable state? Shame on you, Winchester."

[giveemhelldean]

Vulnerable? I didn't think you were ever vulnerable.