Title: Fancy
Pairing: Dean/Bela
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural
"I want you," he whispers. There's an intensity in his eyes and a crack in his voice that she's so very unused to. He comes forward and grabs her waist, her breath hitching as he pulls her close.
She thinks she misses the anger, the insults, the disgust. They are strangers; enemies at worst and acquaintances at best—two people living in the same world and doing what it is that they have to do. Fighting was their mutual hobby and bickering was their routine, and yet, somehow, she grew comfortable with it. It was normal, safe. So unlike this feeling that's sending electric shocks up her spine and makes her stomach sink with fear.
He pins her to the nearest wall and bends his head down to hers. They're inches apart, breaths mingling, and she tries to come up with a word, a thought, anything to convince herself to get out of this, but there's a flame that ignites inside of her the moment their lips meet, and she doesn't even bother.
It's not like she can still turn back, after all.