A Tune As Old As Song
There are a lot of mysterious things in the bunker that belonged to elite scholar group, the Men of Letters. The supernatural hunting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester are currently finding that out, as they reside in the building now. These things are mostly in sight… but there are some that are not. However it doesn't take much to find a hidden mysterious thing. Just an eye lingered too long in one place, catching something slightly out of place, or a creaking floorboard that never meant anything before, but a movie had just been watched where a creaking floorboard did mean something. Or perhaps a moment of rage and needing something to release frustrations in to, and the thing closest was a wall; a wall in a room that originally belonged to someone who had something to hide.
It was the last thing that caused Dean Winchester to uncover this particular mysterious thing- person. Women… There was a mark on his arm, a mark that caused him to count his seconds. The mark was a side effect of a curse he willingly placed on himself, to save his younger brother, Sam. This whole-risking-your-life-to-save-your-brother thing wasn't new to them, and odds are it will happen again. Odds are it was happening soon, as an unnatural craving to kill threatened to overpower Dean, soon to destroy him. And Sam wasn't going to have it.
Unfortunately till then, the older brother was going to suffer. Nightmares sometimes plagued his sleep. Hallucinations sometimes plagued his opened eyes. And Dean had to be strong enough to pull himself out when it caused his craving to flare. Tonight, he did so by punching a wall. A fist size hole resided by his bed, but that wasn't the unusual thing.
It was the glowing red light that lit up the hole. His urge to kill momentarily forgotten, he bent down with pursed lips, and pulled more of the splintering wood away to find what the light was radiating from.
What Dean found surprised him. Because all he found a single red rose, pulsing a similar glow. He slowly reached his hand in and as gently as his rough hands could muster, he picked it up by the stem, avoiding the thorns.
"The hell…" He muttered, bringing the flower to his face.
Though what happened next surprised him even more. As Dean examined the rose, the red light began to fade, and gold took its place. Gold erupted along it, through the stem and unto the petals, causing him to drop it. The light didn't just stop there; it got brighter and taller, and when it began burning his eyes, Dean covered them.
He opened them again when he suddenly heard the intake of breath, coming from right in front of him. His hazel-green eyes met a startling blue a few inches from his face and he stumbled back, grabbing the nearest thing he could as a weapon. But upon finding his footing again and preparing to attack, he found it was just a girl.
Well, for more detail, a naked girl with pale skin and long brown hair. A pale naked girl still glowing gold, and very lacking of a red rose surrounding anywhere near her.
"You-I-what…" Dean stuttered, trying to take in what just happened. A red light from the hole in the wall, the light coming from a rose, him touching the rose, and the rose… turning into this women?
She breathed deep and slow again, and he watched her chest move with it before catching her eyes again. He was momentarily speechless, as he really couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful girl, much less having such a beautiful girl standing naked before him.
"What," Dean tried again, swallowing to keep his thoughts in check, "just happened?"
The girl breathed so deeply, shutting her eyes, and reveled in it. He watched every movement, it was like she had never breathed before, and he tried to think of what she could be… but she looked so human.
She began to speak, causing Dean to snap his attention back to her face. "You broke me from my curse."
"You were a… flower," He stated rather dumbly, but she shook her head.
"Not just a flower, but a rose. Something of much significance to me," She sighed very sadly, eyes glazing over as she remembered. Tears filled her eyes and fell down her face at the memories.
"Who are you?" Dean asked gently, wondering how his night of nightmares had turned into a night of naked crying women. This would have been a good thing had there been no crying involved.
"My name is Belle," She sniffled slightly, looking down, and crossing her arms. He knew this wasn't a time for lust, so he grabbed a flannel shirt dangling from the chair behind him, and handed it to her.
Though Belle hadn't seemed too concern with her nudity, she took it and slipped it on. "Thank you."
"What happened?" He asked another question, trying to speak in a soothing tone. Dean wanted to call for Sammy, for he was the sensitive brother but he didn't want to startle the girl. Belle. A fragile, delicate vibe surrounded her.
"First, I must know who you are," Belle said, watching him with slight suspicion.
"I'm Dean-" He began, but she abruptly cut him off.
"Are you a Man of Letters?" She asked, in a voice barely above a whisper.
Dean paused, trying to decide whether she wanted him to be or not to be. Wide eyes, scared face. Probably not, but something couldn't bring him to lie to her.
"Reformed. They had a stick up their ass, but my brother, Sam, and I, don't. We're hunters first and foremost," He admitted to her. "Now you go."
"How long have I…" Belle trailed off, unable to ask the question. Her fear was evident on her face, and Dean could feel his heartstrings tugging for her. Which surprised him, it was a feeling he'd lacked for a while now.
"Been a flower- rose, sorry," He corrected himself at the look she gave him, "Been a rose?" She nodded once. "Well, it's 2015. What does that mean to you?"
But she was silent and didn't answer her questions, her eyebrows scrunched as she thought.
"What was the last thing you remember?" Dean tried again. She brought her sad eyes to meet his.
"Sebastian. I-he-we… fought. I had angered him, and…" A gasp escaped when memories began to flood her. "Adam. Oh, my Beast. They killed him."
"Wait a minute," Dean paused, something dawning on him, "Beast? And your name is Belle? The rose… Any chance you've encountered talking teacups and a puppy dog footrest?"
Belle looked at him curiously. "How did you know?"
"Oh, I don't know. There might be multiple books and movies called Beauty and the Beast. This man is a douche and a witch curses him into a beast, giving him a mirror and a rose, and he must, you know, find true love by the time the last pedal falls, yadiyada…"
"Adam wasn't cursed by a witch… he just didn't know how to control it. Well, originally. He was because he accidentally killed her son, and that was the curse for revenge, but he broke it. However he still couldn't control that Beast part of him sometimes, but he just needed help…" Belle tried to defend it, but as she spoke she realized she wasn't really helping her beloved Adam. She added softly, "My help. I promised. I failed him."
"O-kay… sounds like he got what he had comin' to me," Dean commented with a shrug, and she flinched. He sighed inwardly. He should have gotten his brother.
"He was a good man, Dean. If they had given him a chance, if they hadn't shot first and asked questions later… he would still be here," Belle finished in a broken voice.
"Okay, all right, well. We can debate on this later," he said this, but his voice was pretty set. He knew his opinion on this wasn't going to change, "Right now I'd like to know how me touching the flower-rose broke the curse."
Belle shrugged, unable to look at Dean. "Just because I broke one curse, doesn't mean I know about them all."
"Heh. Well anyways, let me get my brother and we'll get this all sorted out. Don't worry, I'll be back. I'll grab you some of my friend's clothes too. She should be your size. I think," He said, appraising her again.
"Thank you, Dean," She whispered with a slight smile, smoothing out some of the worry lines on her young face. Not lined with scars and no eyes that have seen war. Belle was just an innocent.
As he made that realization, he stood there awkwardly for a moment, "Sure, no problem."
Oh hello there! So this a Beauty and the Beast twist quite like the Wizard of Oz one. Writing things like this is one of my favorite things :) I've got this mostly written. It will not be long at all, maybe four or five chapters, and those most likely will be on the shorter size as well. I hope you like it! Let me know!
- Anna :D
