Title:Bella
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
Enjoy!
"Well, I did come here to kill you," Dean whispered in her ear and rolled on top of Bella's slender body.
She smiled gently, fingers in his short hair. "That's semi-sexy."
He gave a rough chuckle. "You've got no clue."
"So," she said, accent thick, as he pressed kisses to her neck. "What's the deal with Gordon?"
"Nothin'."
"I watched you boys fight him. I wanted to help."
Dean pulled back slightly, catching her eye, realizing she was telling the truth. "Where?"
"I went to fight him. He caught me and made me watch you boys."
"And you wanted to help?" Bella was a hard-heart, selfish bitch. Dean knew; even in bed she was like that.
"Well, I caused the mess and you boys helped me out of mine before."
"But you paid us."
"Not enough for life."
"And I thought you were a bitch." He smirked, showed he was playing.
"Shut up, Winchester," she growled, shoving his head back to her neck. "Get back to work."
Dunno what that was. I think it was just to add a little bit of Bella-being-nice into her Bella-being-a-bitch character. Lol. Well, hope you found it interesting.
