The wind rustled through Bela's hair, as she left the Winchester's hotel room. Lifting the Colt had been easier than anticipated. It was almost surprising that the scuzzy Neanderthals had fallen for it. Bobby save her? Ha! Procuring African Dream Root so she could locate the Colt, wasn't a perfect set up. Filthy business.
But seeing Dean Winchester with his clenched jaw and furrowed brows. It sent chills down her spine thinking of his rugged frame. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, begging herself to calm down until she hit the drop off point.
The drive to the point couldn't pass fast enough. She imagined the two of them acting out her deepest fantasy. Two bodies reaching to satisfy the pull of the other. Bela took a deep, reigning in her hunger. This deal had to go perfect, there was too much riding on it.She finally reached the drop off point and was shocked by the individual who awaited her. Her perfectly calculated plan flying out the window as she pulled up.
Dean's hands grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her from the car. His gruff voice whispering in her ear, bringing her yearning to its peak. She pushed him away, angry he would touch her in such a manner, yet secretly thrilled at the idea of his calloused hands making their way over her body; she had always wanted a rough tumble after a particularly tiring job. Those green eyes and strong jaw had always made her weak at the knees.
They wasted no time ripping what separated them from feeling each other's skin against their own. They couldn't contain the sexual tension that had built up since they first laid eyes on each other.
Tongues begged for permission to enter mouths, and hands roamed and picked various articles of clothing off. The windows of the Impala clouded over.
Bela came back to reality, moisture pooling between her legs. Her hands shook as she gripped the wheel. She had to get Winchester out of her head. He was dirty and sweaty. And rugged and rough.
"Get it together, you silly twit," she growled.
She had to finish this off deal, no time for daydreams. Day dreams of a chiseled man that shot guns like one ate chocolate. She wondered what he would feel inside her.
She pulled up at the designated spot and scanned the area for her contact. She spotted him at the crossroads. She got out and shook hands with Crowley.
"Hello luv. Did you bring the goods." She passed him the gun.
"And our deal?"
"Yea, yea, sure, sure."
Howls filled the night air. And at that moment, she knew her fantasies couldn't come true.
"Goodbye, Dean."
