Through Hell, for romani_65 (Dean/Bela, adult)
Title: Through Hell
Author: staci_x2
Recipient: romani_65
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Summary: After months of hell, Dean and Bela have to stick together to find their way back to their old lives.
Author's Notes: Warnings : Sex
He hates her. Absolutely and completely loathes her. And that's not about to change. He's been through and hell and back with her, quite literally, but even now he can't stand her. The feeling is completely mutual of course, she'd quite happily rip his throat out, except she's slightly preoccupied right now with the surprisingly strong geek pinning her to the ground.
If Dean hadn't been so amused by the situation, he may have considered pulling Ed Zeddmore from above her before now, but it really is just too funny. She doesn't look to be in any pain, more bored if anything to have been knocked to her feet and held down so suddenly, so Dean takes his own sweet time in helping Bela out.
"Was there something you wanted, Zeddmore?" He asks when he's walked close enough to scare the Ghostfacer with his presence.
Ed turns, startled to see another person in the room, and abruptly clambers off Bela and backs away. Dean raises an eyebrow at him as he retreats further still, finally hitting the wall with his back and coming to a halt. Dean glances down at Bela, who's still lying on the floor, and holds his hand out to her. She takes it grudgingly and he pulls her to her feet before turning back to Ed, who now looks positively terrifed.
"Both of you." He stammers, his eyes darting between the man and woman he's sure should be in hell. "You're both..."
Momentarily forgetting their sworn enemy status, Dean and Bela exchange a glance of mutual confusion before gazing back at the man who so quickly went from attacking to cowering.
"You're supposed to be dead!" He finally manages to yell at them, and Dean's eyes widen at the accusation.
"So what, you tackle all the dead girls you come across?" Dean asks, still vaguely amused.
"She doesn't scare me."
"But I do?" Dean clarifies, sounding quite pleased with himself.
"I know about you, Dean. You went to hell. There's no telling what that can do to a person."
Dean's expression is suddenly so death-like that Ed glances desperately around for the nearest door, planning his escape.
"Get out of here." Dean orders, seeing his desperation, and Ed bolts, leaving them alone. "Stupid amateurs." He mutters, his face slightly less menacing now that some of his anger has disintegrated.
"It was your idea to come here." Bela reminds him, speaking for the first time since they entered the run-down shack. "You knew this was their neighbourhood."
"Yeah." He says, his hatred for her resurfacing. "Let's just get what we came for and leave."
"And what is that exactly?" She demands, following him through a different doorway to the one Ed escaped out of and through a decaying hallway.
"You don't need to know."
"When are you going to find your brother?"
He stops abruptly and rounds on her, the expression that scared Ed away back on his face just as suddenly as it was the last time.
"When you mind your own business." He snarls.
"We've been out of that place for four months now, Dean." She says, indifferent to his threatening stance. "When are you going to find him?"
"When I've finished with this."
"Why won't you tell me anything? I know you hate me-"
"Damn right I do."
"You just expect me to follow you around like some sort of sick puppy-"
"It's for your own good."
"I want to know what's going on!"
His body is so close to hers, he's towering over her in a last, desperate attempt to keep her on side. He knows she's waiting to break away, they've been together for so long they're driving each other insane, and he wants her gone just as much as she wants to go, but she has to stay. If they separate, they'll be found. They'll be killed, and all he needs is to find this one last thing and it can all go away. The last four months can be erased. Erased from their memories, from the memories of the hell hounds' who still half-heartedly track them as they flee. He just needs tonight.
"Dean?" She presses, and he realises how long he's been lost in his own thoughts.
"No." He says quietly, and he sees something snap inside her, behind her eyes.
She doesn't scream or yell at him this time, not like she normally does when he won't be straight with her. This time she simply turns her back on him. She turns and starts to walk away and he's desperate to keep her with him. Much as he hates her, they need to stay together or they'll be taken and killed off one at a time. They need to stay together to survive. He's afraid to tell her the truth, afraid that once he voices his plan it won't happen, afraid that they'll end up right back in hell. He'd rather die a thousand deaths and never come back than spend one more day there.
She's not too far away now, she walking slowly, and he can still just step forward and grab her, make her stay, but he won't hurt her. He won't imprison her and violently force her to stay with him, but he can't let her leave. His mind is half a step behind his body when he takes that step forward and grabs her arm. She turns, mouth open and ready to hurl abuse at him, and all he can think to do to silence her is to roughly cover her mouth with his.
Her response startles him, the hunger triggered by the feeling of his skin on hers is overwhelming, and Dean instantly knows that his wanting her goes deeper than just needing her to stay alive. Her back hits the nearest wall, and already her fingers are tangled in his hair, longer and slightly matted from months of nothing but pain. His hands rip open the worn jeans she's wearing and his fingers find her soft curls, finding the spot which makes her gasp into his mouth.
He's hard and pressing against her within minutes, and she fumbles for his belt, freeing him from his jeans almost as quickly as he freed her from hers. He takes his hand from her clit, pulling down her panties and easily lifting her legs to hook around his waist as he guides himself inside her.
His thrusts are deep and desperate, and she can sense every ounce of his pain. He needs them to stay together. He needs it enough that he's willing to do this, and she knows in that moment that she can't leave him. She'll trust him to do what he has to do in his own way, because they need each other.
Their orgasms are almost simultaneous, probably down to equal need and desperation, and afterwards he can barely stand to slide out of her. Just for a moment, she made him forget. He forgot about the hell he suffered with her, both before and after his death, forgot about his mission which may or may not help them to stay away from that indescribable torture, and now he has to remember again.
Her legs find their way slowly back to the floor as he redresses himself. He can't look her in the eye, and she notices.
"Ok." She says, her voice slightly shaky. "We'll do it your way."
He nods, still not meeting her gaze, and turns to walk away. She follows, as she has followed him for the last four months, and falls into step beside him, as she will until he finds whatever it is that he's looking for, whatever it is that will finally set them free.
Author: staci_x2
Recipient: romani_65
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Summary: After months of hell, Dean and Bela have to stick together to find their way back to their old lives.
Author's Notes: Warnings : Sex
He hates her. Absolutely and completely loathes her. And that's not about to change. He's been through and hell and back with her, quite literally, but even now he can't stand her. The feeling is completely mutual of course, she'd quite happily rip his throat out, except she's slightly preoccupied right now with the surprisingly strong geek pinning her to the ground.
If Dean hadn't been so amused by the situation, he may have considered pulling Ed Zeddmore from above her before now, but it really is just too funny. She doesn't look to be in any pain, more bored if anything to have been knocked to her feet and held down so suddenly, so Dean takes his own sweet time in helping Bela out.
"Was there something you wanted, Zeddmore?" He asks when he's walked close enough to scare the Ghostfacer with his presence.
Ed turns, startled to see another person in the room, and abruptly clambers off Bela and backs away. Dean raises an eyebrow at him as he retreats further still, finally hitting the wall with his back and coming to a halt. Dean glances down at Bela, who's still lying on the floor, and holds his hand out to her. She takes it grudgingly and he pulls her to her feet before turning back to Ed, who now looks positively terrifed.
"Both of you." He stammers, his eyes darting between the man and woman he's sure should be in hell. "You're both..."
Momentarily forgetting their sworn enemy status, Dean and Bela exchange a glance of mutual confusion before gazing back at the man who so quickly went from attacking to cowering.
"You're supposed to be dead!" He finally manages to yell at them, and Dean's eyes widen at the accusation.
"So what, you tackle all the dead girls you come across?" Dean asks, still vaguely amused.
"She doesn't scare me."
"But I do?" Dean clarifies, sounding quite pleased with himself.
"I know about you, Dean. You went to hell. There's no telling what that can do to a person."
Dean's expression is suddenly so death-like that Ed glances desperately around for the nearest door, planning his escape.
"Get out of here." Dean orders, seeing his desperation, and Ed bolts, leaving them alone. "Stupid amateurs." He mutters, his face slightly less menacing now that some of his anger has disintegrated.
"It was your idea to come here." Bela reminds him, speaking for the first time since they entered the run-down shack. "You knew this was their neighbourhood."
"Yeah." He says, his hatred for her resurfacing. "Let's just get what we came for and leave."
"And what is that exactly?" She demands, following him through a different doorway to the one Ed escaped out of and through a decaying hallway.
"You don't need to know."
"When are you going to find your brother?"
He stops abruptly and rounds on her, the expression that scared Ed away back on his face just as suddenly as it was the last time.
"When you mind your own business." He snarls.
"We've been out of that place for four months now, Dean." She says, indifferent to his threatening stance. "When are you going to find him?"
"When I've finished with this."
"Why won't you tell me anything? I know you hate me-"
"Damn right I do."
"You just expect me to follow you around like some sort of sick puppy-"
"It's for your own good."
"I want to know what's going on!"
His body is so close to hers, he's towering over her in a last, desperate attempt to keep her on side. He knows she's waiting to break away, they've been together for so long they're driving each other insane, and he wants her gone just as much as she wants to go, but she has to stay. If they separate, they'll be found. They'll be killed, and all he needs is to find this one last thing and it can all go away. The last four months can be erased. Erased from their memories, from the memories of the hell hounds' who still half-heartedly track them as they flee. He just needs tonight.
"Dean?" She presses, and he realises how long he's been lost in his own thoughts.
"No." He says quietly, and he sees something snap inside her, behind her eyes.
She doesn't scream or yell at him this time, not like she normally does when he won't be straight with her. This time she simply turns her back on him. She turns and starts to walk away and he's desperate to keep her with him. Much as he hates her, they need to stay together or they'll be taken and killed off one at a time. They need to stay together to survive. He's afraid to tell her the truth, afraid that once he voices his plan it won't happen, afraid that they'll end up right back in hell. He'd rather die a thousand deaths and never come back than spend one more day there.
She's not too far away now, she walking slowly, and he can still just step forward and grab her, make her stay, but he won't hurt her. He won't imprison her and violently force her to stay with him, but he can't let her leave. His mind is half a step behind his body when he takes that step forward and grabs her arm. She turns, mouth open and ready to hurl abuse at him, and all he can think to do to silence her is to roughly cover her mouth with his.
Her response startles him, the hunger triggered by the feeling of his skin on hers is overwhelming, and Dean instantly knows that his wanting her goes deeper than just needing her to stay alive. Her back hits the nearest wall, and already her fingers are tangled in his hair, longer and slightly matted from months of nothing but pain. His hands rip open the worn jeans she's wearing and his fingers find her soft curls, finding the spot which makes her gasp into his mouth.
He's hard and pressing against her within minutes, and she fumbles for his belt, freeing him from his jeans almost as quickly as he freed her from hers. He takes his hand from her clit, pulling down her panties and easily lifting her legs to hook around his waist as he guides himself inside her.
His thrusts are deep and desperate, and she can sense every ounce of his pain. He needs them to stay together. He needs it enough that he's willing to do this, and she knows in that moment that she can't leave him. She'll trust him to do what he has to do in his own way, because they need each other.
Their orgasms are almost simultaneous, probably down to equal need and desperation, and afterwards he can barely stand to slide out of her. Just for a moment, she made him forget. He forgot about the hell he suffered with her, both before and after his death, forgot about his mission which may or may not help them to stay away from that indescribable torture, and now he has to remember again.
Her legs find their way slowly back to the floor as he redresses himself. He can't look her in the eye, and she notices.
"Ok." She says, her voice slightly shaky. "We'll do it your way."
He nods, still not meeting her gaze, and turns to walk away. She follows, as she has followed him for the last four months, and falls into step beside him, as she will until he finds whatever it is that he's looking for, whatever it is that will finally set them free.