REWRITTEN :) More is added because Dean thinks Bella is really smoking? And fighting is like their foreplay?
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"Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry."
The little party heads out of the building and out into the mid-afternoon sunshine. Each one is still holding a bloody machete and trying for all intents and purposes to look as though they had not just participated in a murder spree. Walking behind Bella, Dean has a great view of her figure. He has an urge to grab her perky ass through her tight jeans and squeeze it until she moans for him.
Wait, what? Hold on.
He shakes himself from the daydream and focuses on the thought that Bella could murder him as soon as his attention is elsewhere. That's probably her witchy M.O anyway- seducing hunters with her swaying hips to get them distracted before she kills them in the worst ways possible.
"And here we are," Bella says, stopping and popping the trunk on a car, "My love."
In spite of himself, Dean whistles at it impressed. It's a stunning car and apparently quite liked by its owner too. The red paint is pristine (no chips or dings), and the rims are almost as beautiful as Dean's Baby's.
"Damn."
"Aw thanks, Winchester," Bella says. "It's a 1968 Chevy Malibu. I find that it hides bloodstains pretty well. On the outside, at least."
Dean chuckles a little, a noise that Sam doesn't miss. He gives his older brother a knowing look, and that wipes the grin right off Dean's face.
"Can't you just fly on your broomstick?" he says sardonically.
Bella's beautiful face immediately drops down into a scowl.
"That's just a stupid myth."
"But you do ride brooms, right?" Dean asks, goading her.
He likes the way she glares at him, all dangerous and sexy.
Wait, what? Dude, she's a witch.
Dean calms himself down for the third time in the last twenty minutes.
"Sometimes," says Bella. "But it's not our choice transportation."
She launches a sandwich at Dean, surely with the intent on hitting him with it. But using his hunter's reflexes, he manages to catch it smoothly in one hand.
"So what is your choice transportation?" he says.
"Cars are easiest if you want to blend in. But if you practice enough, there's also Conveyance," Bella answers, unwrapping her sandwich and taking a huge bite.
"And that's what exactly?"
"It's teleportation," Sam answers.
"Yeah, right," Dean scoffs. "There's no fuckin' way in hell."
Bella raises a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as a challenge. Dean blinks, and suddenly, she's standing directly in front of him, causing him almost to drop his sandwich in surprise.
"Believe me now?" she says, all attractive snark.
"Do it again," Dean commands. "Over by that gate."
Bella cocks her head, and as soon as Dean blinks again, she's waving her black tipped fingernails at him from the gate. Somehow, she got so that she's sitting on top of the thing, straddling the metal as though she's riding a horse or something else that is long and hard (Wait, what?). Which is not a good image for Dean, who is trying his very best right now to not stare at the strip of skin in between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans. And then get a hard on for a witch as he imagines sucking a hickey into the skin at the base of her spine. (Wait, what? Jesus, what the fuck is the matter with him?)
"Now come back!" he shouts.
She jumps gracefully down from the gate and within a second, is back with the brothers, leaning on her car. She takes a huge bite out of her sandwich, making noises of pleasure at how good it is. Dean (regrettably) has to agree. The meat inside is like fancy bologna, and the bread is awesome.
"Can I ask you another question?" Dean asks Bella.
"Seems like you just did, Winchester."
"An entirely different one?"
"That was a different one. In fact, that was two separate ones," Bella answers.
"YOU ARE SO FUCKIN'... okay, this doesn't count, a whole new question?" Dean says.
"Yeah."
Dean growls a little at her. "What's that amulet on your necklace?"
"It's a charm actually," Bella considers, looking at the symbol. "Keeps away the Nargles, you know."
"Nargles?" Sam asks, bewildered.
Dean, who got the Harry Potter reference as soon as she said it, glowers at her.
"If you don't want to answer, that's fine. You don't have to be a fuckin' witch about it."
Bella smiles widely, and Dean decides it's an attractive smile, (for a witch, anyway) one with bright white teeth. (And don't even get him started on her lips). Wait, what?
"I was just kidding, calm down. It's called Hecate's Wheel. As I'm sure you guys know, she was the guardian of the crossroads before becoming the Goddess of magic and sorcery. She was also, they say, a bit of a feminist. The symbol represents knowledge and life. It's the two most important things for a natural born witch to remember. It's how my coven and I keep track of each other. Do a simple tracking spell on it and find anyone you need to."
Dean's jaw drops. "There's more of you?"
"More of us? My coven's only nine. Hecate's number is three, so we're more powerful if we're in factors of three. Members of my coven are scattered all across the world and usually meet on three of the main Pagan sabbats, plus the Day of Hecate at the Crossroads. Also, there's another coven, with numbers even smaller than ours," Bella says.
She stops, looking at her feet a little sadly.
"You okay?" Sam asks.
"Fuck, no, not really. There used to be so many of us natural born witches, back in Salem, you know, during the Witch Trials. All the ones you stupid mortals killed weren't genuine at all. We're too good at hiding. But you hunters became smarter and realized that two types of witches exist and you went after the natural born ones even though the sell-your-soul-for-magic types are the vicious, murderous kind. We're a thousand times more powerful but we…" Bella hums. "We like mortals. We want to live in peace with you. But you hunter assholes can't leave well enough alone. You think anything different is evil. And I'm crying like a little bitch because my coven is one of the only two covens of natural born witches left in the entire world. The other one only has five since four got killed in a hunter's raid last year, which makes that coven all the weaker. Imagine being the only hunters left in a world filled with creatures that want to kill you. That's how it is for us right now."
There's a strange, heavy silence as Dean absorbs this information. On the one hand, the fewer witches, the better. But on the contrary, Dean couldn't imagine being one of the only members of his species left on the entire planet. He can sort of see why Bella is discreetly wiping tears from her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Bella," Sam says.
Dean resists the urge to groan dramatically. His brother always had a soft spot for any pretty monster who cries big crocodile tears. It's clear that this witch is no exception.
"Thank you, Sam," Bella answers.
She and Sam are gazing at each other, Dean recognizing the curious look in his brother's eye. But he will not let Sammy befriend a witch, no matter how hot she is. Dean clears his throat loudly, and Bella jumps, startled.
"Don't do that!" she cries.
"Sorry," Dean shrugs.
"And would you stop playing with your machete?"
"No promises, sweetheart."
"Why?" Bella snaps. "Planning on murdering me?"
"Ah, maybe. You never know," he answers.
"Do you want to get in this with me, Winchester?" Bella threatens.
"Not really," Dean replies, smirking.
"And why is that? Scared?"
"Naw," Dean locks gazes with her. "It's because I'd kill you."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Damn sure."
They stare at each other for a minute, Bella flexing her fingers. The street light about ten feet from them begins flickering.
"Is that you?" Dean asks.
"Yes. I'm trying to prove a point."
"What point is that?"
"That you should be scared of me."
"Why?"
Bella gives him a cocky smirk, not unlike the one Dean gave her mere seconds ago.
"Because I'd kill you."
"Oh?" says Dean. "I'm fuckin' terrified of flickering street lights."
"You should be. What if I could electrocute you with it?"
"Well then, maybe I could run you through with my blade."
Bella shrugs nonchalantly. "I don't know. Maybe I'd burn you alive or something."
"Maybe I'd tie you to a pole and burn you alive," Dean sneers. "Like they did in Salem. Like they did to your ancestors, right?"
Her eyes flash brightly. They look purple? What?
"Go to hell!"
"Already been down there, sweetheart. Didn't agree with me."
"Guys, enough!" Sam says. "Just calm the fuck down. All right?"
"I will if he does," Bella mutters.
"No promises," Dean repeats.
"God, I hate you."
"Bella!" Dean cracks a mocking grin. "We just met!"
"So? If you come after me, I will not even hesitate to skin you alive," she shakes her head. "Fuck it; I don't care enough about you to fight you. Who wants pie?"
Without waiting for any replies, she pulls out a cherry pie and a small can of whipped cream. Bella cuts generously huge pieces of each of them and Dean's mouth waters when she hands him a fork. The pie is gorgeous, and the top is latticed almost perfectly. Dean takes a huge bite, groaning inwardly in pleasure. Best fucking dessert ever. Why didn't he and Sam have pie after every hunt?
"Sam, do you want whipped cream?" Bella asks.
Sam shakes his head. "No thanks. Too much sugar."
Oh, that's why. Because Dean's baby brother is a twig eating, green smoothie drinking, exercising freak. Dean shakes his head in exasperation and takes another bite.
"This is," he swallows the pie. "This is awesome. Where did you buy it?"
Bella's cheeks turn pink. "I-uhh-actually made it."
Dean stares at her.
"You made it?"
"Yeah. Crust, filling, the whole thing."
"The whole thing?"
"The whole damn thing."
Christ, she made this? The best fucking cherry pie he's had in a long time? Seriously? Wow, if that were the case, he wouldn't mind getting to know her a little more. Maybe she bakes naked. That's a sight Dean would have to see. Wait, what?
"Why do you look so surprised?" Bella says with a glare.
"You're a witch!" is all Dean can say.
"I still have human abilities, Winchester."
"And you bake?"
"I love to bake. Been baking since I was seven years old."
"Where does a witch learn to cook?" Dean screws up his face. "The fuckin' Hogwarts of food?"
Bella shakes her head, a small smile playing across her lips.
"No, from a cookbook."
"Don't be sarcastic with me," Dean replies.
"Don't sound so surprised when a witch tells you she can do human things."
"Don't be a witch who does human things for me to be shocked about!"
She giggles at him, and it startles him. She looks the type to giggle like a little girl, high-pitched and annoying. A 'tee hee hee' kind of laugh. But really, her laugh gives Dean a heady feeling, like he's falling from the top of Mount Everest or something. It's hot. Sexy. Wait, what? Goddamn it!
"Good comeback," Bella remarks.
Dean glares. "Oh, well, you know what, witch bitch? I-"
"Okay, okay, Fred and Ethel. Take a deep breath. Calm down. No murdering each other today, all right?" Sam says, holding up his hands.
Always the peacekeeper. Dean almost scowls at him again. He's giving a lot of evil looks today.
"We gotta go," he tells his brother instead.
"All right," Sam agrees.
"Hold on," Bella starts.
She pulls a pen from her hair, and it cascades down her back in loose curls. Dean notices that it's colorfully dyed and it looks like the ocean. It's bright blue and soft green. Her curls are fucking beautiful, and they shimmer when Bella walks over to Sam and grabs his hand. Dean's brain fades out again. That hair needs to be hanging over him as she rides him for hours, letting his hands touch her body however he wants. Sonofabitch, focus!
"Here's my cell number," Bella says, writing. "Call me if there's more Upyr activity down here. They rarely travel alone."
"Will do," Sam answers. "Thanks for the food."
"Anytime, Sam. Keep an eye on your brother, yeah?"
Sam laughs. "I'll try."
"Needs a muzzle, that one."
"You need a muzzle!" Dean snarks.
Bella turns to him, quirking an eyebrow.
"And don't talk about me as though I'm not right in front of you!" Dean adds.
Bella tilts her head, staring at Dean like he is the most exciting thing ever. Dean tries to ignore the fire in his blood at the sight of her so blatantly checking him out.
"Nice to meet you too, Winchester," she finally says with a mysterious smile on her pretty lips.
Bella wanders to her car and packs the trunk closed, leaving her bloody machete hidden under a pile of dirty rags. She waves at the brothers before sliding gracefully into the driver's seat. The car rumbles to life, and Dean almost grins as "Slip Kid" by The Who blares from her speakers and out the open window. With a squeal of tires, Bella drives away. Hopefully, Dean would see her again. Wait, what? Damn it, fucking enough!
"I liked her," Sam remarks, watching the red car disappear.
Dean clenches his jaw. "I'll admit it. Pie was good, the car was good, music taste was good, but she's a witch with a coven, Sammy. That cancels everything else out. If I see her again, I may have to kill her."
Well, thank you for reading everyone! Hope you liked it. And the song of the day is "Cherry Pie" by Warrant. Dean's stripper dream song ;)
