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An hour later...
House. Night.
Bela waited downstairs for Dean after she pushed Sam out the door to go pick up his date.
"Seriously what are you a woman?" Bela called up to Dean, who was still changing.
"I'm really not okay with this."
"Get over it. Sam's already half way there, with his date. Just come down already, we need to leave."
Dean finally made his way down there stairs, not very comfortable in what he was wearing...well mentally anyway.
Bela couldn't help but watch him. She was not expecting it for sure. She always kept her composure around men, but damn if he wasn't turning her on a little right now. Sure, he always looked good, and for a hunter especially. But now in that suit...wow.
"I look ridiculous." Dean stated, sighing.
"Not exactly the word I'd use."
"What?" he questioned.
She smiled.
"I uh..." she started.
"Huh. Is the ice queen melting?"
"Shut up. Here I was going to suggest after the case we have angry sex."
Dean's eyes got bigger. Did she just say that?
Bela smirked, but then laughed out loud.
"Not funny."
"Oh it was though. You should have seen your face."
"Let's Go!" Dean grumbled.
Museum. Night.
Dean & Bela enter the museum, keeping an eye out for Sam.
Dean starts chewing his gum heavier, Bela gives him a look. He's supposed to be some billionaire? He wasn't going to full anyone with that behavior.
"Pss." she nudged him.
Dean gave her a confused look.
"Seriously, try to behave like you've lived this life before."
He gave her yet another look.
"The gum, Dean. Swallow it, or get rid of it will you. Or if neither are an option for you at least stop being so loud."
Dean rolls his eyes, and stick the gum on the bottom of a fountain, looking around to check no one but her saw, but he looked quite pleased with himself. It was Bela's turn to roll her eyes.
She grabbed his arm. "You're an idiot."
He just shrugged and they headed toward Sam.
"So, how long do you guys expect me to continue entertaining my 'date'?" Sam asked.
"As long as it takes." Bela told him. Dean smirked.
Sam sighed.
"Sam, this was the easiest plan, and well...much more entertaining for me." Dean said, grinning.
After talking to Sam, Dean and Bela somehow end up in the middle of all the dancing people, including Sam who'd gotten pulled out there by Gert. Dean was sure a couple guards had been staring at him as he'd looked around the room. He nudged Bela in the arm.
"You know, I'm not sure how this is gonna work...because the guards look pro, and they look suspicious already."
Bela sighed. She grabbed Dean's hand and got herself into frame in front of him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered.
"Blending in. Keep up will you?"
"Blending...I don't dance." he gritted out.
"Yes well, pretend that you do. Just relax."
He sighed heavily. Bela took lead, not that she had a choice. However, she was doing a pretty damn good job of making it look like Dean was leading her. It's not like they had to do anything major besides stay in a small area and dance around in circles. Any other circumstance and Dean would have loved to take advantage of an extremely good-looking woman holding onto him. Granted, he did notice how well his hand fit on her lower back.
"I figured you'd be more clumsy, but I think that title is saved for your brother." She told him, smiling.
"Well have you seen the size of him?"
They both laughed quietly. For someone who claimed not to dance, he seemed to know just how to hold her. Anyone on the outside would've thought they were a nice couple.
Bela leaned in closer to him.
"So, you're right about the professional guards. They're at every door too."
"Not gonna be able to waltz our way upstairs." Dean said. "Pun intended." He smirked.
"What do you suggest?" she asked.
Dean went quiet.
"Seriously? Mr. Legendary hunter doesn't have a plan?" she teased.
"I"m thinking!" he whisper yelled.
"Don't strain yourself."
He shot her a glare.
"Fine, than you come up with something." Dean said.
Bela and Dean had broke apart and Dean grabbed 2 glasses of wine off a tray a waiter passed by with. He handed one to Bela as they made their way into a hallway in the museum. The drank a few sips of the wine and the sat the glasses on a table. Once further away from the main room and right in front of a guard Bela suddenly falls limp into Dean's arms. Dean himself was surprised at her move but luckily caught her in time. He noticed one of the guards coming over. Okay, time to improvise then. He was pretty sure he was gonna give Bela hell for this later.
Dean laid Bela on the sofa, and then shut the door. Bela sat up slowly.
"Seriously?!" Dean yelled at her.
"What, I didn't want you thinking, you've proved to not be good at that."
Dean went quiet.
"What, no witty rejoinder?"
Dean sighed. "Screw you."
"Very Oscar Wilde."
"Whatever. Where's the hand?"
"I'd assume it's in one of the rooms. My guess with a security alarm. You sure you can handle that?"
Dean mumbled under his breath, annoyed with her. He then made his way out the door.
Bela was waiting, rather impatiently, for Dean to get back when there was a knock on the door.
"Mam? Are you okay now?" asked the security officer.
Crap...
He knocked again. Bela quickly figured out something and then opened the door part way revealing one of her sleeves of her dress to be down.
"You're feeling better I see?" he asked.
"Yes...much."
"Great, so are you done with the room now?"
"Oh..." Bela held her dress up tighter. "Um..could we have just a minute?"
The guard look embarrassed. "Uh...yeah, sure."
"Thanks." Bela said, then quickly shut the door. She went on to make noises to further her story. The guard turned and walked off.
A moment later Dean came in.
"Trouble?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle."
Dean notices Bela fixing her dress.
"I'm not even gonna ask." He commented.
Bela shrugged.
"You know I can hide that better in my purse."
"Nope. Not happening. I got it, and Sam and I are gonna burn it."
"You're still being competitive?"
"You bet."
Dean & Bela leave the room, but the guard comes past them. Bela pushes Dean into the nearest wall and kisses him, her hand on his jacket. She pulls away as the guard disappears.
"What the hell?"
"Dean, you are far too slow at the planning."
"Sure...You just wanted an excuse to kiss me."
"Oh please. Besides, it wasn't even that good." Bela lied.
"What? I've never had any compla..."
The two of them headed down the stairs.
"Hookers complain?" Bela quipped.
Dean gave her a look.
"Hey, I don't have to pay a hooker to get some."
"Mmmhhmm."
Bela and Dean headed toward the dance floor arm in arm.
"You know, I didn't think I'd say this...but I sort of feel for your brother."
Bela nodded toward Sam and Gert. Dean nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he's gonna pout about it for at least a couple of days."
Dean and Bela reached the odd couple.
"Having fun?" Bela asked. Sam shot her a nasty look and Dean grinned.
Bela grabs Gert and they leave. However, Bela was far from done with this case. Dean wanted to still play? Well, game was still on. Did he really think she was gonna let him finish the job first?
Impala. Night.
Dean and Sam get into impala. Dean grabs for the hand, but it's not there.
"What? Dean!"
"I had it...ugh that bitch."
"Seriously?" Sam whined.
Dean's phone rang.
"You!" Dean answered.
"You wanted to be competitive...so who's getting to the cemetery first? Granted, I have the hand so I'd say I'm going to be the winner."
"Ugh, I'm gonna kill you."
"Sure you are. Hey you still have a chance...granted as slow as you are I can't see that happening."
Dean hung up on her and started the car, heading straight to the cemetery.
More soon, promise this time!:) One more chapter revolving around this case, and then I'm going to deviate from the regular supernatural episodes for a while...though I may actually include the whole Gordon thing and maybe have Bela either call Dean or not tell Gordon anything.
