Disclaimer-I don't, regrettably, own Supernatural or any of the characters in this story that happen to appear in said show. They belong to Eric Kripke and co…lucky bastard…
A/N-I know a couple of my buddies had a thing with me splitting the action into three or four chapters, but it had to be done. I'll update tomorrow, promise!
Chapter 11-Trigger Happy
Bela fingered the safety off on her .45, thoughts a little more sporadic than she would've liked. She thrived on order…so this was just ridiculous, to be staking out a warehouse where her dad and Hendriksen may or may not show up.
A noise from behind her and she whipped around, bringing her gun up, poised to fire.
"I'm so glad you're not in a trigger happy mood." Dean muttered.
"If you're going to sneak up on me like that, what do you expect?" She snapped, turning away from him.
"Sorry." A callused hand on her arm, feather-light, and she relaxed immediately.
"Any sign?" She shivered when a breeze blew through the building. It was freezing.
"Not yet. Sam said he'd call if anything happens over on the other side." Dean took one last look out the window and settled on to the floor, back to the wall and legs outstretched in front of him.
"C'mere." She looked wary.
"Dean we've got a job to do, we…"
"Just sit." It wasn't without an eyeroll, but she did it; settled with her back against his chest, head tucked underneath his chin as he rubbed gently up and down her arms.
"So pushy." She muttered. He let out a breath that stirred the hair on top of her head, sounding suspiciously like a laugh.
"It's better though, isn't it? Not so jumpy." Maybe it was because he really, really didn't want Hendriksen to show up, along with Bela's father, but Dean had somehow convinced himself that it wasn't going to happen.
"They're practically kids." Hendriksen snapped at Ricky. Bela's father fidgeted.
"Kids who are armed to the teeth."
"Kids who have no idea we're here." Hendriksen pointed out.
"I taught that girl everything she knows. She's extremely sharp.
"I hope you didn't teach her everything you know. But, it's irrelevant anyway. I have something that'll screen us until we get inside, and by then it'll be too late."
The steady beat of Dean's heart in her ear had lulled Bela into somewhat of a daze. There was a prickling on the back of her neck, and sleepily she glanced around.
"Feels like someone's watching." She remarked. Dean shifted underneath her, looking around.
"There's no one here." Any other time she might have questioned how he was so sure. But she was comfortable, happy.
"Guess again." Was all she heard before some invisible force hauled her away from Dean, across the room, and against the far wall.