Disclaimer: I could only wish to own this characters... because I do not. :(

Author's Note: I time jumped by like... a few hours. This takes place after the meet the 'Hell Hounds' boys...

... enjoy.


"Amateurs? They called us amateurs and themselves professionals! Can you believe the nerve of them?" Bella rolled her eyes, "I wanted to put a bullet in between their eyes."

"That's not very professional of you."

Bella slapped my arm, "Ha ha."

We were currently leaving the police station and heading down to the car, where I had parked by the public library where Sammy was digging up some information. We hadn't found jack squat, so I figured this was just some local haunted house story.

Almost every town had them.

And I was glad Bella agreed with me.

"Oh, look ice cream."

"You want ice cream?" I looked between her and the Dairy Queen she just pointed at, "In this weather?"

"Ice cream brightens everything up, Dean. Come on," She rolled her eyes before pulling me by the arm towards the shop, "This case is a bust. So we don't get to kill anything. I don't know about you, but I need some brightening up."

I sighed, agreeing with her completely. I took her clenched hand off my jacket sleeve before weaving my fingers through hers and leading her to the shop.

"Ice cream it is then."

"You couldn't warn me?"

I glared at the giggling duo before centering my glare on the girl in the backseat through the rear-view mirror. She shrugged her shoulders and sent me an innocent smile.

"I told you I'm not getting involved in this." She waved her hand between Sam and me before taking a long lick of her ice cream.

I quickly looked away.

"Just take a bite of your ice cream sandwich, Dean." Bella giggled, "It'll make you feel better."

"I just had Salsa music blasted into my ears!"

Sam and Bella picked up their laughter as I grumbled and sped down the road to our motel. Once we got there I parked and Sam turned to me just as Bella and I were about to get out.

"I thought we were going to go to the bar."

"We live with a girl now, Sam." I pointed out, "I doubt Bella wants to go out in dirty clothes."

"I do not appreciate being stereotyped, Dean Winchester." Bella stated.

I turned towards her with raised eyebrows, before her serious face broke out into a smile.

"But you do know me well."

She quickly leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. It was brief and she was out the car right afterwards. Leaving my cheek tingling and slightly sticky from her ice cream.

"Are you blushing?"

"No."

I turned away from him as my ears felt hot and quickly climbed out of the car to follow Bella into our motel room. When I entered the room, she was already in the bathroom and I could hear the shower running, so I decided to sit down on the couch that became my bed last night and catch up on some sports.

Bella didn't take long in the bathroom which was surprising for a girl. When I mentioned it to her, she just gave me a sly wink and went about brushing her hair with a smug smirk. My eyes trailed down from her mahogany locks to her large grey shirt, which seemed more like a dress than anything else, and her black tight pants. Or leggings, whatever.

And she had a pair of grey cowboy boots.

They were hot.

She was hot.

"Is that all your wearing?"

Bella stopped brushing her hair and looked down at her clothes before back at me.

"Um, yeah?"

"Shouldn't you put on something… more?"

What am I thinking? Of course, I don't want her to put on more clothes.

She raised her eyebrows at me, "No. I shouldn't. What are you trying to say, Dean?"

"Nothing." I quickly averted my eyes back to the TV.

"I thought so." She murmured.

As she started blow drying her hair, Sam got out of the shower and I was quick to get my turn. The warm water relaxed the tension in my back from sleeping uncomfortably and when I finally climbed out of the shower I was all relaxed. I donned on my clothes and when I entered the room again, Bella was already done with her hair and she was putting on lip gloss, while Sam flipped through the channels.

"Ready?"

I directed the question at Bella but both answered in the affirmative and stood to grab their jackets. I handed Bella her purse from the night stand as I grabbed my wallet and pocketed it, before we all turned to head out.

To find the closest bar possible.

"I'm gonna go get us some more shots!" Bella called out over the music.

Sam and I nodded, and I watched as she shrugged her jacket off before hoping down from her stool and wondering over to the bar to place the order. We had found a hole in the wall bar about a block down from our motel on the outskirts of town, filled with awesome classic rock and even better beer. And the place was crawling with truckers.

"Oh man, look at that."

I looked up to where Sam was pointing towards and saw an old man approaching Bella as she waited on our order while tapping her toe and rocking to the beat of Ramblin' Man by The Allman Brothers Band.

"Dude, I think he's going to asking her to dance."

"I bet you 10 bucks she turns him down."

"I bet you 20, she dances with him."

I looked away from Sam, after we shook on it, and back to Bella only to see her beam at the guy and nod her head. Sam started whooping at soon as she took his hand and he led her to the dance floor.

"But he's like… old."

"Hey, don't be jealous of the man. Just 'cause he's got a bad back doesn't mean he doesn't have any moves now." Sam teased.

"She's drunk." I tried to reason.

We had been here for an hour and already had three shots each of Tequila with two accompanied beers.

"20 Bucks'. Cough it up."

I grumbled as I pulled out my wallet and handed over the bill to him. He stood with a grin and said he was gonna go get our forgotten shots before disappearing to the bar, leaving me behind to watch the old man dance around with Bella.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little, as he swung Bella around the room. She seemed surprised by his dancing abilities since it seemed like he was about to croak any minute, but she was just laughing and smiling during the entire thing. I openly laughed when she took his cowboy hat off his head and put it on hers with a cute grin on her face.

Sam arrived with our shots just as the song ended and the old man twirled Bella one last time before letting her go. She went to give him his hat back but he just waved her off and wandered over to his buddies, who high fived him.

Bella came back to our table beaming, "That was fun!"

"You got a new hat." Sam pointed out.

"I did!" Bella grinned, patting the top of her hat, "I always wanted a cowboy hat."

"Looks good on you." I commented as I passed her, her shot.

She took it and tilted it towards me in cheers, "Thank you."

On a count of three we all tossed back our shots. I shook my head against the burn and clenched my jaw, as Sam grimaced and Bella shuttered and did a little dance in her stool, while letting out a hoot.

"Aw, I love this song!"

Bella cooed hours later.

She nudged her hat up and out of her eyes with her index finger, before she looked between Sammy and me with a lazy grin and glassy eyes.

"Sammy?" She purred, "Dance with me."

Sam looked between us before turning back to Bella with smile.

"Vamanos!"

Apparently, Sam became Hispanic while drunk off Tequila and Corona's… He'd only been speaking Spanish for the past half hour and Bella always laughed every time he spoke. I didn't know if she actually understood him and what he was saying was funny or if she was just laughing just to laugh.

Either way, they were both shit faced.

I watched as Sam stood and with a flourish grabbed Bella's hand and twirled her around onto the dance floor, before they started dancing toCCR's song, Have You Ever Seen the Rain. I could hear them singing on the tops of their lungs from my seat.

There was no jealousy as I watched them. They looked like dorks just dancing around, drunk off their asses. Sam was doing the scuba dive thing and Bella was bobbing around, one hand holding her stomach and chest as she laughed her ass off at him.

I was laughing right along with her.

I couldn't help feel memorized by her though. The way her hair whipped around her as Sam twirled her, only to fall back into place perfectly. The way her twin dimples were more prominent than ever as she laughed. And the way her eyes glittered and squinted with how much she was smiling.

God, she's beautiful.

The song changed to a slower tune, Lynyrd Skynyrd started bellowing out of the speakers, and Sam and Bella made their way back over to me, hand in hand. Once they reached us, they let go only for Bella to offer me her hand.

"Come on, Simple Man," She tilted her head, "dance with me."

She gave me a small smile as she swayed in her spot, waiting for me. Sam sat down beside me and nudged my shoulder.

"Bete, Maricon!" He stared at me, "Ella no te va esperar para siempre, hermano."

"What?"

"Go."

I gulped back the last of my beer before taking Bella's hand and letting her pull me to the dance floor. It must've been the liquid courage rushing through my veins as I twirled Bella out and back in, making her laugh in surprise and stumble into my chest. I laughed with her as I wound an arm around her back, and held her other hand over my heart, while we started to sway to the song.

"… And listen closely… to what I say..."

"Dean Winchester…" Bella looked up at me with a smile, "I didn't know you had moves."

I smiled down at her, "It's the Winchester Charm, Baby."

"Oh…"Bella smiled indulgent.

As the song picked up between the first verse and the second, I swung Bella out and back in, only to twirl her again as she got in front of her and when she stopped, I dipped her. She giggled as her head tilted back, her hair scraping the floor.

I felt the urge to kiss her exposed neck, but instead pulled her back up and started swaying with her again.

"…Oh, take your time... Don't live too fast…"

The song went on with us dancing closely. Her body lined up with mine, our legs straddling each others. Her chest to my ribs, her stomach to my hip, her hip to my thigh. Her head laid on my chest and my chin laid on the top of her head. Her right hand in my left. Her left hand playing with hair at the nape of my neck and my right hand playing with the tips of her hair.

She was everywhere.

"…Forget your lust for the rich man's gold…"

I could see Sam watching us as we turned. He had a sleepy smile on his lips as he rested his temple on his palm. His eyelids seemed to fall slowly. And soon his head fell forward before he jerked back. Awake and alerted.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?"

I looked down to see Bella looked up at me with the same lazy expression Sam had on.

They were tired.

"…Follow your heart, lord, and nothing else..."

"We should get going." I nodded over to my little brother, "Sam's falling asleep over there."

Bella glanced over to him with a smile before laying her head back on my chest.

"After the song is over, we can leave."

"…All that I want for you my son …"

The song ended too quickly for my taste and soon I was paying our hefty tab and helping Bella shrug on her jacket, before waking Sammy up. He seemed wide awake and didn't need any help getting his jacket on.

The three of us walked closely together down the street with Bella in the middle. Our hands in our pockets and our head bowed. We looked like a bunch of troublemakers, which was pretty much dead on about us.

The only sounds coming from us was Sam's humming and Bella's cowboy boots clicking on the asphalt. As we near the motel, I noticed a convenient store and decided to go in to get some Advil for the two lushes, so they didn't wake up with bad hangovers.

I thought it'd be fine to leave them outside the store, but as I came back out with my purchase, they were singingthe song, La Cucaracha on the top of their lungs, while bouncing around like idiots.

"La cucaracha, la cucaracha…"

Those seemed to be the only words they knew because the rest was just a bunch of jumbled words and mumbles, mixed with Bella's giggles and Sam's chuckles.

"Really?" I looked between them, "I can't take you two anywhere."

"Hermano! Como estas?"

"Oh God…"

I groaned and sent Bella a glare as she giggled. With little help from Bella, we were able to coax Sam back to the hotel, where Bella talked him into taking some headache medicine before doing so herself. Sam was quick to flop, face first, on his bed and pass out, snoring. Bella took off his boots, before sitting down on her bed and shrugging off her jacket and toeing her boots off at the same time.

She threw her jacket on the floor, "You don't have to sleep on that couch, ya know?"

"Where am I supposed to sleep then?"

I picked her jacket off the floor and placed it with mine on the chair.

"Right here." She patted the spot beside her.

I stared at her incredulously as she crawled under the covers. Seeing my expression she grinned.

"I don't bite..." She paused, "Unless you want me to."

"That's not helping." I replied gruffly.

She rolled her eyes, before rolling over on her side, "Come on, Dean. I promise not to take advantage of you in your drunken state."

"That sucks."

I shot her smile before pulling the covers back and laying down on her bed.

I obviously didn't need much coaxing.

I felt her wiggling around in the bed and soon saw something black flying over the end of the bed and onto the floor. I pulled the covers back to see milky toned thighs.

"You took your pants off."

"Leggings." She corrected me as she turned to face me, "And yes." She wiggled her eyebrows, "You can take yours off and we can have a real party."

"Gross." Sam drawled, muffled by his pillow.

Bella quickly covered her mouth with her finger tips and she stared wide eyed at me. There was a beat of silence, in where we just stared at each other, before busting out in laughter. Our laughter dimmed to chuckles, as Bella reached over me to turn off the lamp, before lying back down.

My breath hitched as she laid her head on my chest and a thigh slid up till it rested on mine. I slowly wound my arm around her, holding her to me.

I never understood the term 'deafening silence' until that moment.

I could feel she was wide awake, and I was willing to bet she could feel me just as much. She felt tense. And I knew I did as well.

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

But as I ran a hand down her hair, she seemed to lose her tension and my body followed suit.

"Dean?" She whispered, and I hummed in acknowledgment, "Are you a simple man?"

I paused, before whispering, "I'm trying to be."

She looked up at me, her eyes darker than ever, as she seemed to study me, before she ducked her head back down to much chest.

"Good."

"Aww…"

Bella and I glanced at each other, then looked back at Sam who was in the same position we left him in, before starting up our chuckles again.

"…Is to be satisfied…"


Author's Note: So, Dean and Bella get more 'comfortable' with each other in this one... and you see a looser side to her and Sam. I thought this was important.

There hasn't been many Sam/Bella interactions so far... and I thought their dance not only showed their carefree side, but their silliness too... It also showed that they do, in fact, like each other even though their constantly quipping at one another - like on previous chapters.

Sam and Bella are a lot alike to me, at least this OCC Bella is...

They are both wickedly smart and they both had very bright futures ahead of them, but fate dealt their hand and they both got the short end of the stick...

And in their case, the very short and they very, very warped stick.

And I think they bond over that.

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