Notes: Dude, guys, yo...chapter 14...I don't even...I'm really not sure how I wrote it, but...yeah. Anyway, enough spoilers, on to chapter 12!
leahelisabeth: Oh, don't you worry, I haven't forgotten them. I got sabriel covered in 14...;)
otex: I've been calling 'em episodes in my head, so why not XD And don't you worry about Cas! I have many plans for him... ;)
Disclaimer: I get nothing! I stole fizzy lifting drinks!
CHAPTER 12
Like some demented chameleon, changing her colors and emotions to save her scrawny ass, Bela scurried up to Haymer, desperation in both her eyes and her voice, " Durran, peaches, just call them off…Tell them is was all a mistake, please!" She started pawing at his fancy duds.
Even Dean had to roll his eyes at that, and Haymer simply grabbed her wrists off of his shirt where they clung frantically and pried her claws away. He released them by roughly throwing her arms aside, "You need help, Yolanda," he hissed, disgust clear in his eyes.
But Bela wasn't above begging and she tried even harder, "I'll do whatever you want…you know how I can make you feel…"
Haymer's face scrunched up, "Please. You're embarrassing yourself," and Dean had to agree with him there, but then she finally delivered that punch that he had been waiting for since the very moment that Haymer showed his ugly face in the parlor.
Haymer dropped like a bag of bricks, miraculously unconscious with the single blow.
"I'm embarrassed? Who's the dupe on the floor?" she sneered, then she spat on him as Dean came up and grabbed her arm again.
"Listen, I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we have got to move now!"
He tugs one last time and they were off, leaving Haymer in a pool of his own foolish misery.
In a hoard of black clothing and heavy weapons, the swarm of feds arrived at the door to the house that had the signal coming from it. They slapped the comm. box beside the entrance, "This is the Garrison Police! Response team for emergency call code!" the leader called out. He didn't hear any response to tell him that it was an error and the button was accidentally hit, so he signaled to his team to bust down the door.
With a great smash, they bludgeoned through the metal frame, blowing the door into the hallway on the other side and they all rushed in after, guns raised.
All the first fed had to do was glance around the first corner before he saw the retreating forms of Dean and Bela as they hoofed it out of the parlor.
Dean chose to let Bela take lead in this, trusting that the woman of the house would have the better idea of how to get them out of this mess…well, get herself out of this mess anyhow.
They rounded the next corner only to come face to face with a second set of feds coming through one of the side doors, "Hands Up, Garrison office—"
Luckily for them, the cop was more surprised to see them there than they were, and Dean was able to take him down with a few well-placed kicks and punches, only to find themselves facing two more feds, both also startled but still raising the rifles.
Dean was about to charge forward and hope for the best, but he was grabbed by Bela and steered around a corner that he hadn't seen because of those damned giant vases that lined the hallways. He could practically feel the vibrations of the steel-toed boots of the feds only a few feet behind them.
Hearts pounding away in their chests, they came upon another door that Bela kicks open with her high heeled boot, and letting it swing open to partially blind them with the light of day. Not waiting for his eyes to adjust, Dean slammed the door shut behind them, holding it shut while Bela pulled out her code enabler and working it to re-lock the door by manipulating the security panel.
Dean grunted as he felt each blow that the feds delivered to the door as they kicked and scratched at the exit.
"You wanna hurry up with that?" he said through grinding teeth.
"Just shut up and hold the door."
Not five seconds later they heard the dull thunk of the lock sliding back into place, effectively locking the cops behind the door, and they wasted no more time standing there and surged forward and charged through the ornate garden that the exit had delivered them into.
Dean had to hand it to her. The garden was the perfect cover for them. There were plenty of ignorant people still mulling around and the giant rose bushes and masterfully carved trees help shield them from any fed who might be scanning the area.
They ducked and dove to each new bush as they scurried through the garden, their thoughts only to getting back to the shuttle. They didn't even want to think about what they would do if the ship had been seized.
Rolling to the last hedge, they stopped under their last bit of cover to catch their breath, the shine of the shuttle only 30 yards away…across completely open terrain and two feds swiveling their heads around as they stood guard not even twenty feet away.
"Shit…now what?" Dean groaned as Bela practically deflated next to him in weary almost defeat.
"Seduce them?" she sneered.
"Well, that will get me home, but what about you," he commented, sarcasm practically dripping from him like his sweat.
She threw him a disgusted look, "How about you give me my gun back?"
Dean didn't have time to answer because the shadow of a human figure suddenly appeared on the grass around them and they looked up to see the two feds bearing down on them. Without thinking Dean sprung into action, running on pure survival instinct and flipped on his back and kicked both feet in the air, knocking both of the feds back with the wind knocked out of them.
Bela followed suit, leaping upon the two fallen officers like a cat and wailing on them, hand-to-fist-to-face, making sure that each one got their fair amount. When Dean determined that neither of the cops would be able to pursue in their dazed state, he once again pried Bela away and making sure that she couldn't nab the gun she was going for, and rushed them to the shuttle.
"Nope! Let's go!"
And they did.
Finally breaching the door, the lead officer searched through the garden, looking for any sign of their targets. Seeing nothing he cursed and cued up his radio, "Subjects have exited the residence and are on the grounds. Does anyone have a visual?!"
His radio cackled in silence.
He didn't even look up as an old looking shuttle flew away over his head, unnoticed and unpursued.
Flicking a few switches, Dean engaged the autopilot and took a moment to collect himself as they finally reached a safe distance from the estates. It wouldn't be too long before they would reach the coordinates that they had decided upon.
That was way too close, he thought to himself as he dabbed his hand on his head only to come back sopping wet with all of the accumulated sweat that had gathered on his brow.
Scrunching up his face in disgust, he wiped off his hand on his shirt before getting up and walking up to Bela who was sullenly sitting on one of Anna's couches in the back. She may have been a raving lunatic, but he had to take notice of the pain that was in her eyes. Genuine, he supposed.
Call it his inner Sam voice, but he felt some sick obligation to say something, at least to fill the silence until they reached their destination, "So uh, that must have been tough," he tried.
It pulled a snort from her, "Yeah, have yourself a great guffaw," she said bitterly.
Dean frowned and moved a little closer, "No, I mean it. Six years, you knew that he was holding all of those goodies in his house and you didn't make a move on him," he watched for a reaction but got none, so he continued, "I gotta figure that it was a job that you told yourself you'd never take…till times got hard enough, and the one line you hadn't crossed…"
He trailed off, thinking of how he could actually relate to her in this. Risking something special because times were tough, even if you knew it would be painful and could go so wrong…
She whipped her head around to look the Captain, the fire burning bright in her eyes again, "My name is not Yolanda," she hissed fiercely.
He smirked, "Never thought that it was."
She looked away again, "I tried. I actually tried. I thought, "this is a decent man. The genuine article…besides being a murderous fuck," her tone at first was worldly, bitter even, but there was clearly more underneath that even Dean could pick up on.
"Yeah, a working man, struggling to get by with the barest of necessities on his own private floating island…" he sneered sarcastically.
She laughed, "Yeah, he had money. I thought it would help. That if I had everything, I wouldn't want…"
"That security programmer guy?"
An inelegant sound came from her as she giggled, "You know, I had totally forgotten his name," she laughed, looking off into the distance like she was reliving a half memory.
"And addressing my itch of curiosity…did you marry that guy too?"
She glanced back at him and winked, "Nope! Didn't even kill him either."
Now, Dean paused here a moment and thought about it, and he didn't think she was lying. He leaned on the wall next to her and shuffled his feet, "No…I don't think you've killed many people…just put them in a position to die easy."
"Maybe I should have killed Durran then…" she sighed wistfully. Dean couldn't help but daydream a few choice ways to have dealt with the man as well, but he had to think about the future and what could come of his murder.
Bela let out another loud sniff and threw a dirty look at the Captain, "Oh, you must be loving this," she sneered through her runny nose and welling eyes.
"Yeah, well, I've seen you without your clothes on before, but I never thought I'd see you naked."
She looked up at him with seemingly genuine pleading in her eyes, "Can…can people ever change?"
Dean remembered a time not too long ago when his life was nothing but blood, war, revenge, pain. The only light in his life was Sam. And then he got his ship and slowly everything started to change. He made friends, he made a home, he broke free of the bonds that had held him since that fiery night that changed everything. And then he opened a box in his hold, and someone told him that he was a good man.
Since then he thought of 'past' Dean as another being, some creature from his past that was best left in his cage. He was born new and the blood and dirt had been washed away at long last. The only evidence left behind were a few scars to remind him of what he could never become again.
"Depends on the person, I suppose. But with you…I bet once the pain fades away, you'll just go back to being what you are," he offered with a shrug, making her turn to him, questioning and maybe a little bit of accusing anger in her eyes.
"And just what am I, then?"
He sighed and got down in front of her, meeting her light eyes, "A brilliant, evil black widow, crossed with a snake, all cleverly disguised as pretty young girl. So cheer up, we won ourselves a buttload of hard cash today. You can question the meaning of life on a floaty island of your own time," he offered reluctantly, praying that Cas didn't find out about this particular moment. Wouldn't that just be perfect?
"And you won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster?" she asked hopefully.
"I won't"
A sly smile then crept over her features, "Then I won't tell your lover or your brother how easily I got your gun out of your holster."
Dean frowned and looked down at his belt, right away zoning in on the empty gun holster. His eyes flickered shut and he mentally cursed himself. He had been waiting for this, but it still kinda hurt that she had actually caught him off guard.
He offered a deadpan look to her, "I'll take that as a personal kindness," he said dryly and they rose from their seats with Bela holding the barrel of her gun against his belly.
"You must be the most gullible fool I have ever marked! Aren't you just the special one," she laughed, a full sounds that made Dean cringe.
"You can pump me full of lead, Bela, but that won't change that everything I just saw was actual real emotion," he said softly and she frowned and shoved the gun hard into his gut with a growl.
"I played you! From minute one," she defended, but Dean could plainly see the lie in her eyes.
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, you're the one with the gun, so who am I to argue. What's your plan now?" he asked, but he sort of already had an idea. As he said before, she wasn't one to kill outright, more of a let's drop the worm in the pond and maybe a fish will get it, type girl.
"We'll be settling down in the desert. Leave you out to roast for a spell. I bet you'll look great with a tan."
Bingo.
"Oh, and speaking of naked…" she giggled and eyed Dean's form up and down.
Dean thought for a moment and then groaned, "Now that's just low! I'm gonna come out of this a boiled lobster!" he whined.
"If you get out of this. Besides, this kind of evens things out, don't you think? I never did get a chance to get you out of your clothes that first time. So let's start with pants," she gestured to the mentioned article of clothing with the gun, a smirk plain on her face.
At the cock of the hammer, Dean rolled his eyes and started to undo his trousers.
Yet another thing that Dean prayed Cas didn't find out about…
And Cas will be returning in tomorrow! Yay! And I shall begin work on the next episode. The re-write of 'The Message'.
