Gotta Be Honest, Gotta be Guarded

Nov 27, 2012 22:43

Bela stared at the white wall in front of her, brow furrowed in concentration. She formed the words in her mind, sharp and clear with no chance of mistake. I love dogs, the smaller and yappier the better, she practiced once or twice, before moving to say the words out loud. Instead, all that came out was a small feeling of pressure in her head, and ( Read more... )

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giveemhelldean December 3 2012, 05:01:30 UTC
Cas had warned them about the Horn of Gabriel. About how Sam's impulsive decision to blow it could have had lasting effects. He'd given Sam crap for hours, cracking jokes about being unable to keep round objects out of his mouth. Sammy had taken it all in stride until later, at the hotel, when Sam had come out of the shower, toweling that stupid hair off, faded flannel on his shoulders and gave Dean a 'how do I look' gesture, and Dean hadn't been able to help himself. What had meant to come out as 'Dude, whatever' instead became

"You look like a butch lesbian."

Sam had balked a bit, so had Dean, but he chalked it up to too much beer and too little sleep. And now he was outside Bela's door, bottle of wine in hand. A deal was a deal, after all. She had helped them find the Horn, and Dean Winchester always keeps his promises.

Dean reached out, knocking.

"Bela, you there?"

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on_silksheets December 3 2012, 05:09:38 UTC
"Yes", escaped her lips before she had a chance to actively ignore him. Damnit. She had been trying to keep quiet, but apparently whatever had come over her extended more beyond just word choce. It wasn't just verbal lies, she couldn't deceive, couldn't....pretend she wasn't home. She answered the door,

"Go away, Dean", she hissed urgently.

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giveemhelldean December 3 2012, 05:20:36 UTC
"Come on, don't be like that." He said, holding up the bottle "I brought wine. Keeping up my end of the bargain."

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on_silksheets December 3 2012, 05:25:01 UTC
"Just go", Bela growled, voice verging on desperation as the urge to explain why surged up in her throat. To be ever so truthful. She barely even noticed the peace offering in his hand, barely heard him. "Don't ask just- Please. Go."

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