Setting Episode 3.06 Red Sky AT Morning

Bela's POV

God… Those buys are easy to play. I even feel a little guilty about it. I mean these two actually want to help people, in their own messed up 'scaring-the-crap-out-of-people-to-keep-them-alive' way.

Me… well… even if I won't admit it out loud, I agree with Dean. I am a selfish bitch. Not that I like that he sees me like that.

And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Because I know that you feel me somehow,

I can see it. There are times where he looks at me, it's as though he can sense I'm lying about my past and that my attitude is all just a defence mechanism.

But he never presses. He just stares at me, with those gorgeous emerald green eyes, reflecting his own amount of pain. His expression shows that he just finds it easier to hate me, and I can't even blame him for it.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now,

Dean doesn't deserve to go to hell.

He doesn't know that I know about his deal, but the supernatural community is pretty small and tight knit, it's quite easy to hear things. Even when they are supposed to be a secret.

I'm surprised I've kept my secrets this long.

Despite Dean's attitude, and some of the things he's done, he is essentially a good person. He deserves something better than what's coming.

I tap my fingers impatiently, "what is taking you so long?" I call out, "Sam's already halfway there. With his date." I grin wickedly at the thought.

"I'm so not okay with this!" he yells back.

And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life,
Because sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight,

"What are you, a woman? Come down already", my voice carries off as he comes into view.

I can't help but stare at him. I wish I was in some kind of alternate universe. One where I'm not a thief and he's not a hunter, instead we're just a couple going out on a Friday night for dinner.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Because I don't think that they'd understand,
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am,

Actually he deserves better than me.

I don't realize I'm still staring until he starts fiddling with his bowtie looking rather uncomfortable, "Alright, get it out, I look ridiculous!" he say's it in a way that sounns like a question.

"Not exactly the word I would use."

I wish that this moment could last, the two of us all dressed up, the playful banter. It almost feels normal.

For a short period of time tonight we're going to have to act like a couple. It'll be the closest to a happy normal moment that I'll ever be.

And I'm going to enjoy it.

Fini