The Distraction, Supernatural, Dean/Bela, Sam, Rated PG-13
Title: The Distraction
Author: bela_on_my_mind
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, implied Dean/Bela
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Word Count: 710
Disclaimers: I do not own these characters and make no profit from writing this story; this is fanfiction.
Summary: Dean’s a little distracted.
The Distraction
“Dean?”
She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even more so when she was angry and that meant most of the time, at least when she was around Dean. But there was something else he’d noticed…a vulnerability…a chink in her armor…and that made her even more appealing. Not that he’d ever admit that…”
“Dean!”
Dean snapped back to reality as Sam gripped his shoulder tightly. He swerved just in time to avoid a row of mailboxes leaning precariously over the edge of the pitted blacktop road.
“Shit, Sam! Don’t do that! You almost made me plow through those mailboxes. That could have done some serious damage to my baby.”
“It wasn’t my fault! You were headed right off the road before that. I thought you were asleep.”
Dean glared at Sam through his dark shades.
“Never…never…have I fallen asleep while driving.”
“Yeah, well, there’s always a first time.”
Dean gripped the steering wheel more firmly and tried to focus on the road. The day was ending and long shadows spread out across the long deserted highway. He reached up and pulled off the shades and tossed them on the dash. He rubbed at his tired eyes, aware of Sam staring at him, waves of concern rolling off him.
Dean wished he were somewhere else, anywhere else. Just for a little while. He knew Sam worried about him. But sometimes Dean just wanted to forget for a while. Forget that the clock was ticking away his life. Sometimes he just wanted to get lost in his thoughts of silky skin, long dark hair, and a ridiculously appealing accent.
He could still smell the perfume she wore. Something light but probably expensive as hell. And her eyes…exactly what color were they anyway? They seemed to change to fit her mood. And that I’m-better-than-you look she’d perfected…he was just itching for the chance to knock it right off her face. Gently, of course. And that funny little smile and how her front teeth stuck out just a little bit…
“Dean!”
Dean jerked and pulled the Impala farther over to the right as the big semi roared by.
“What the fuck, Sam? One more time and I’m leaving your back-seat-driving ass on the side of the road!”
“Uh, huh. Just start looking for the nearest motel, Dean, before you get us killed.”
“It’s not even dark yet, Sam. We can make a lot more miles.”
“Not if we’re splattered on the side of the road.”
Sam glared furiously out of the window for a few minutes until finally turning in his seat to face his older brother.
Dean eyed him suspiciously. He really did not feel up to another one of Sammy’s lectures or guilt trips.
“Dean…I know…I know…you’re probably starting to get a little scared…I mean…I can tell. You’re spacey, you don’t hear anything I say. You’ve got this weird look on your face. I can tell what you’re thinking you know.”
“Yeah, you’re one hell of a mind reader, Sam. Right on the money.”
Sam screwed his face up in disapproval.
“I just want you to know…that…you do know I’m here for you, right?”
Christ. His little brother could be such a damn drama queen, it was almost funny if the whole situation wasn’t something from some cheap paperback horror book. And besides, if Sam could really read his mind it’d be blown by trying to guess what color panties Bela probably wore. White, he thought. Expensive and skimpy and white.
"Dean!"
Dean slammed on the brakes and skidded to a bone-jarring halt. The brothers watched silently as the brown squirrel changed its mind two more times before scurrying off the road.
Dean sighed and after carefully looking in all directions, slowly started down the road again at a more sedate pace.
“What say we find a nice little motel, Sammy? Turn in a little early for a change.”
And a little soap and a little privacy to take the edge off his sudden and unwelcome fascination for a certain bitchy Englishwoman.
Sam glared daggers at his older brother.
“Yeah, Dean. Wonderful idea. Glad you thought of it. Now if you’ll just keep your eyes on the road and your hand off your crotch until we get there…”
Author: bela_on_my_mind
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, implied Dean/Bela
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Word Count: 710
Disclaimers: I do not own these characters and make no profit from writing this story; this is fanfiction.
Summary: Dean’s a little distracted.
The Distraction
“Dean?”
She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even more so when she was angry and that meant most of the time, at least when she was around Dean. But there was something else he’d noticed…a vulnerability…a chink in her armor…and that made her even more appealing. Not that he’d ever admit that…”
“Dean!”
Dean snapped back to reality as Sam gripped his shoulder tightly. He swerved just in time to avoid a row of mailboxes leaning precariously over the edge of the pitted blacktop road.
“Shit, Sam! Don’t do that! You almost made me plow through those mailboxes. That could have done some serious damage to my baby.”
“It wasn’t my fault! You were headed right off the road before that. I thought you were asleep.”
Dean glared at Sam through his dark shades.
“Never…never…have I fallen asleep while driving.”
“Yeah, well, there’s always a first time.”
Dean gripped the steering wheel more firmly and tried to focus on the road. The day was ending and long shadows spread out across the long deserted highway. He reached up and pulled off the shades and tossed them on the dash. He rubbed at his tired eyes, aware of Sam staring at him, waves of concern rolling off him.
Dean wished he were somewhere else, anywhere else. Just for a little while. He knew Sam worried about him. But sometimes Dean just wanted to forget for a while. Forget that the clock was ticking away his life. Sometimes he just wanted to get lost in his thoughts of silky skin, long dark hair, and a ridiculously appealing accent.
He could still smell the perfume she wore. Something light but probably expensive as hell. And her eyes…exactly what color were they anyway? They seemed to change to fit her mood. And that I’m-better-than-you look she’d perfected…he was just itching for the chance to knock it right off her face. Gently, of course. And that funny little smile and how her front teeth stuck out just a little bit…
“Dean!”
Dean jerked and pulled the Impala farther over to the right as the big semi roared by.
“What the fuck, Sam? One more time and I’m leaving your back-seat-driving ass on the side of the road!”
“Uh, huh. Just start looking for the nearest motel, Dean, before you get us killed.”
“It’s not even dark yet, Sam. We can make a lot more miles.”
“Not if we’re splattered on the side of the road.”
Sam glared furiously out of the window for a few minutes until finally turning in his seat to face his older brother.
Dean eyed him suspiciously. He really did not feel up to another one of Sammy’s lectures or guilt trips.
“Dean…I know…I know…you’re probably starting to get a little scared…I mean…I can tell. You’re spacey, you don’t hear anything I say. You’ve got this weird look on your face. I can tell what you’re thinking you know.”
“Yeah, you’re one hell of a mind reader, Sam. Right on the money.”
Sam screwed his face up in disapproval.
“I just want you to know…that…you do know I’m here for you, right?”
Christ. His little brother could be such a damn drama queen, it was almost funny if the whole situation wasn’t something from some cheap paperback horror book. And besides, if Sam could really read his mind it’d be blown by trying to guess what color panties Bela probably wore. White, he thought. Expensive and skimpy and white.
"Dean!"
Dean slammed on the brakes and skidded to a bone-jarring halt. The brothers watched silently as the brown squirrel changed its mind two more times before scurrying off the road.
Dean sighed and after carefully looking in all directions, slowly started down the road again at a more sedate pace.
“What say we find a nice little motel, Sammy? Turn in a little early for a change.”
And a little soap and a little privacy to take the edge off his sudden and unwelcome fascination for a certain bitchy Englishwoman.
Sam glared daggers at his older brother.
“Yeah, Dean. Wonderful idea. Glad you thought of it. Now if you’ll just keep your eyes on the road and your hand off your crotch until we get there…”