Dean was sleeping while the pain medication kept his leg from hurting. He had an appointment the next day to have it looked at. The tiny apartment they had rented for the month was getting to Sam, so he went out for a walk and to get some coffee.
That's when he saw her. Walking out of the coffee shop. He glared, thoughts to coffee slipped out of his mind as he followed her.
Bela, of course, was aware of her tail and used the reflection of the store window to see who was stalking her. Then she grinned and stepped into an alley. Sam saw that and his hand went the the gun at his back as he came to the corner and leaned against it.
"You know, I owe you a nice bullet to the leg. My brother's been insufferable since you shot him."
"He looked like he needed a few days off. I just gave him the excuse. He should be thankful."
Sam laughed. "You're a bitch, you know that."
Bela smiled and curved around the edge of the alley. "Oh, I'm more than just that and you know it." She stepped back into the alley and Sam followed as she wiggled her finger at him.
Further into the alley, she leaned against a wooden crate and just smirked. "You know you don't want to shoot me. You want something else, and Sam, Sam, Sam you're such a naughty boy. Even when you know you should hate me, you just want more... so what's stopping you from coming and getting it?"
Sam just looked at her, then in two steps he closed the distance, pressing up against her as his lips claimed hers, kissing her hard. He felt her hand tangle in his hair, and his lifted her hips so that she was sitting on the box, her legs wrapped around her. Then they started to travel upwards...
"SAM!" A pillow hit his head and Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes. Dean was on the bed and glaring at him. "Damnit you sleep like the dead. I've been trying to wake you for five minutes now."
"Sorry... I was having a weird dream."
"I don't want to know what kind of porn you were dreaming about. It's dinner time and I'm hungry."
"Fine, I'll go get something. And I wasn't dreaming about porn."
"No? Then what was with all the moaning and drooling?" Dean also just gave his brother a look. "And the tent pole."
Sam looked down then closed his eyes. "You're a jerk."
"Yeah, and you're a perverted bitch. Now go take care of that, then bring me back some pie." Dean smirked and picked up the laptop again, going back to reading the website as Sam cursed him out and went towards the bathroom.
For Bela (Just to Stay Alive!Verse)
That's when he saw her. Walking out of the coffee shop. He glared, thoughts to coffee slipped out of his mind as he followed her.
Bela, of course, was aware of her tail and used the reflection of the store window to see who was stalking her. Then she grinned and stepped into an alley. Sam saw that and his hand went the the gun at his back as he came to the corner and leaned against it.
"You know, I owe you a nice bullet to the leg. My brother's been insufferable since you shot him."
"He looked like he needed a few days off. I just gave him the excuse. He should be thankful."
Sam laughed. "You're a bitch, you know that."
Bela smiled and curved around the edge of the alley. "Oh, I'm more than just that and you know it." She stepped back into the alley and Sam followed as she wiggled her finger at him.
Further into the alley, she leaned against a wooden crate and just smirked. "You know you don't want to shoot me. You want something else, and Sam, Sam, Sam you're such a naughty boy. Even when you know you should hate me, you just want more... so what's stopping you from coming and getting it?"
Sam just looked at her, then in two steps he closed the distance, pressing up against her as his lips claimed hers, kissing her hard. He felt her hand tangle in his hair, and his lifted her hips so that she was sitting on the box, her legs wrapped around her. Then they started to travel upwards...
"SAM!" A pillow hit his head and Sam sat up, rubbing his eyes. Dean was on the bed and glaring at him. "Damnit you sleep like the dead. I've been trying to wake you for five minutes now."
"Sorry... I was having a weird dream."
"I don't want to know what kind of porn you were dreaming about. It's dinner time and I'm hungry."
"Fine, I'll go get something. And I wasn't dreaming about porn."
"No? Then what was with all the moaning and drooling?" Dean also just gave his brother a look. "And the tent pole."
Sam looked down then closed his eyes. "You're a jerk."
"Yeah, and you're a perverted bitch. Now go take care of that, then bring me back some pie." Dean smirked and picked up the laptop again, going back to reading the website as Sam cursed him out and went towards the bathroom.