Notes: Okay, so again, like all the stories I have to finagle odd emotions around to different characters to make the whole thing work. So if any of you recall, Anna would have been the pissed off one and it was a huge plot point, but of course I have to mess around with that. So if things seem odd, its totally intentional! I promise all will be revealed.

leahelisabeth: Same here! I hardly remember anything from this one at all! We'll see how it turns out ;)

ship. me: Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: can't even afford kraft mac n cheese over the store brand...what do you think?

CHAPTER 3

Dean would have loved to have taken time to feel bad for Monty as he stood there with a gun trained on his "wife's" head, but he was far too livid at the moment to even look his way. This bitch had done all sorts of wrong to him.

First, she totally played him for a fool by sneaking onto his ship and convincing him that they were married. Then she drugs him into a drooling stupor, hurts his little brother with a kick to his head, scared the shit out of him by drugging Cas to the point where everyone thought the worst, tried to kill his whole crew, and what pissed him off the most…

Trying to send his baby to a damn chop shop.

Many nights he had lost sleep over his decision to not kill her when he had the chance, and now here he was staring her in the face again, wanting nothing better than to cut it off with his knife and present it to his crew as a trophy.

She still held her own gun steady, barrel aimed right between Dean's eyes, but her gaze kept being drawn to the space right behind him, where the Captain was doing his best to block Cas from her and any danger. He might have had a moment of jealousy that not only she had been first to kiss Cas, also that she seemed more interested in Cas right now, but he was far too furious to think of anything else.

And poor Monty just stood there watching the boy he knew from diapers and his wife having a stand-off, "Uh…Dean? You wanna tell me why you got a piece trained on my wife?"

"She isn't your wife, Monty!" Dean growled.

Confusion passed over his round face, "What? I married her, didn't I?"

Cas looked sadly at the big man, "That may be so, but she also—"

He was cut off before he could finish, because in that instant that Cas' eyes flicked over to Monty, Bela scissored up a high kick, knocking the gun out of Dean's hand. Then she dropped low on the ground to trip the Captain up, coming up with a gun pointed at Cas.

Before she could react, and before Cas had a chance to unleash whatever mojo he had ready, Dean sprang up from the dirt, sweeping his arm up and knocking the gun from her hand and ruining her aim. Grabbing her thin wrist in his hand, he squeezed as hard as humanly possible, happy to see her fingers instantly turn purple, and pulled her close in order to pin her other arm.

Sadly he forgot that she was just as dangerous in close combat as she was from a distance, and as soon as Dean had her pinned, she threw her head back, smashing her skull into Dean's nose painfully.

"Gah! Sunovabitch!"

Blood instantly started to pour down his face as Dean staggered back, buffeted by a flurry of punches and kicks from Bela.

Monty looked horrified, "Bridget!"

In the blur of motion, Dean fired one punch of his own right back and catching her on the chin, and finally knocking her to the ground.

Even more horrified, "Dean!"

Bela landed on her back, mostly unfazed, and instantly rolls for the gun that Dean had knocked from her hands a short distance away. Just as she almost reached it, Dean sails in on top of her, tackling her flat.

"Get off!" she hissed at him.

Both Monty and Cas looked on, a bit speechless for the moment. Monty was still trying to process that his sweet little wife, and the little sweet boy he had known for years were wrestling in the dirt at his feet. A quick glance over to Dean's strange friend showed a face of complete indifference, like he had expected this behavior from Dean with no doubt or judgement. Monty was just plain perplexed.

In Cas' mind, he was going over all of the injuries that he would have to heal in Dean when this was over…as well as cataloging the injuries that Bela was receiving and that he wouldn't heal, and of course enjoying the estimated amounts of pain and recovery time she would have to go through if Dean didn't kill her this night.

Fed up with Dean trying to get her pinned into the dust, she swung an elbow back, hitting the side of Dean's head hard. This made the Captain reel back as she rolled on top of him, hands stretching across his throat. Taking a note from her book, Dean reached his own hands up and squeezed them around her neck.

They continued this for a vicious beat until Monty seemed to have finally had enough, "Gorramnit! Now that's enough you two!" he roared.

With his giant, gorilla like hands he lifted them both off of the ground by the collars of their shirts, both of them still snarling and scratching at each other like fighting cats, both breathless and dusty.

"Now what the hell is goin' on here? Waddya mean she ain't my wife?" Monty demanded.

Cas had moved over to gently start dabbing the sleeve of his coat at Dean's bloody nose, only to have his hands batted away and Dean swipe his own sleeve under his nose, messily spreading the blood in a streak over his face.

"She isn't your wife because….because she's married to me!" Dean finished lamely.

Bela huffed loudly, "Don't listen to him!"

Monty scratched at his head, "Married to you? I thought you said you were with Castiel here!"

Dean stuttered, "I, uh, I am! It's just…kind of messed up situation, but the fact that she ain't your wife is true! About half a year back, out at Triumph settlement I met her. Only she went by "Bela" then. She hitched me by surprise, got on my ship, and tried to steal it out from under me…She's as cold as ice and dead crazy on top of it!"

"You're a liar, Dean Winchester!" Bela hissed at him, and behind her Monty sucked in a gasp before stalking in front of his "wife", meeting her eyes with a fury of fire behind them.

"Oh, Dean's a lot of things. But a liar, he ain't. All the terrible thick we been through, he ain't never lied to me, not even once…And I never got to telling you his name as I recall," he grunted at her.

Finally Bela dropped all pretense, knowing the jig was up, "Oh, hell. Fine. Be like that," she muttered darkly, all declarations of innocence gone. She distanced herself from Monty and started to neaten herself up, patting off some of the dust, brushing her hair back, and just trying to gain some dignity back.

And Monty, big teddy bear Monty was doing his damnest to keep it together, but Castiel could easily feel and see the sorrow in the man's beady eyes.

He came up behind the man, almost a whole foot shorter than him and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, only to be swept up in a crushing hug and having Monty shove his face into his shoulder.

"She said she loved me for me…" he mumbled into Cas' coat.

"And it feels like the sun has gone out and no candle can replace it, but do not fret…the sun will rise again," Cas soothed gently, if not incredibly awkwardly.

Then Dean in all his tender frankness stepped up, "Don't worry Monty, she says that to all the boys. Just be happy you found out before she turned around a fucked you and your crew."

Monty sniffed loudly, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm happy she didn't get a chance to fuck me n' my crew."

Around them the dust billowed and tossed about the air as the engines to Monty's ship fired up, whipping a small dust could around the figures of Cas, Dean and Bela. All three faces were scrunched up in distaste as the ship ascended above them, clearly not at all happy with the way things were turning out.

Bela stood with her thin arms crossed, looking up irritably. She may not have liked Monty or his men with their boring, endless war stories, but they were taking off with her last shot at something big…well almost last shot, the thought to herself as she glanced over at Winchester.

As the lights of the ship loomed over them, Dean finally let Cas start dabbing at his face again, wiping away the last bits of blood one his nose had finally clogged back up, but both of their gazes were drawn up when Monty's voice came loud over the ship's loudspeaker, tainted and choked with hurt and sorrow.

"Damn you, Bridget! Damn you to Hades! You broke my heart in a million pieces! You made me love you, and then y—I SHAVED MY BEARD FOR YOU, DEVIL WOMAN!"

The P.A cut off and the ship finally flew away, prompting Bela to roll her eyes at the dramatics, "Whatever. Bad enough I had to suffer with the smell, couldn't stand the gorramn beard on top of it all…"she mumbled to herself.

Both Cas and Dean sent her a heated glare from where they were keeping a safe distance away by the crates left behind. It was taking every ounce of self control from Dean to not go over there and finish the choking session he had started. But he wasn't a cold blooded killer, and he was thinking it might just be safer to play somewhat "nice" with her as he was still there with Cas, and after the recently renewed wanted alerts for the Novaks, well, he didn't want to temp her in any way.

But it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself now since Monty had taken off before Dean could ask him for help. Now they had no job, no cash, and he had no way of getting more of the blue pills for Cas. He sighed heavily and Cas, probably knowing exactly what Dean was thinking about, ceased his dabbing and gripped his shoulder instead, steadying him. He hadn't even gotten a chance to finish healing Dean's nose yet.

They watched her every movement as she made her way over to the bag that Monty had so kindly left behind, not letting their eyes drift in case she pulled out another gun. She dropped down to unzip her bag in a furious rip of movement, and roughly rooting around inside, like the contents were just something else that had gotten in her way and ruined her night.

Cautiously, Dean brought up his pistol, waiting for her to whip out another piece, "You're going to want to pull your claw out of that bag, nice and slow. I'm not taking any chances with you."

She sent him a bitchface that would do Sam proud, "Relax. It's not like Monty would have packed me any weapons after the show you put on."

Slowly she made a show of pulling a small cylinder out of the bag, and cracked it open. From where Dean sat, it looked a damn lot like lipstick, and that was a weapon in itself, "Just freshening up," she snarled half-heartedly.

She went to apply some, but before it could even touch her lips, Cas was suddenly in front of her, roughly snatching it out of her hands and then stalking back over to Dean, "Dean, how important is lipstick to you?" he asked.

Without missing a beat, Dean replied, "Not very."

And instantly the lipstick, metal casing and all, was crushed in Cas' hand, turning it to crumbles of red and copper casing. They both smiled sweetly over at her, venom in their gazes. They had both suffered because of that damn lipstick. Cas thinking that he had lost Dean, and Dean thinking that he had lost Cas…damn straight they would crush that shit.

She rolled her eyes, "Aw, isn't that cute. You two did end up together. Got your little couple intimidation routine all set up. Precious."

"Yeah, yeah. We're a regular married couple, now turn around so I can make sure you don't have another one of those things on you anywhere," he growled, hating that he would have to touch her for this. He handed Cas the gun to hold on her until they were finished.

Surprisingly, she turned around with only a touch of impatience. Dean moved in and started to frisk her, trying to keep it businesslike, but of course she started to respond in a way that crackled with sexual tension. Much to his displeasure and Cas'. He could practically hear Cas' growl from where he stood, and feel the static in the air cackled and make their hair stand on end.

But Bela didn't seem to mind at all, "Oh…yeah…just like old times," she purred, making sure to wink at Castiel while she started to move seductively at Dean's touch.

Dean tried to still her with a rough shove, "We don't have any old times. Just keep still before I rip out your teeth," he hissed. He'd be damned before she made Cas feel uncomfortable with what had almost happened half a year before.

Her response was to writhe even more obviously into him as he finished his frisking.

"Mmmmm. You missed a spot," she said seductively, only to be shoved roughly yet again and she stumbled forward a step, the smile on her face finally falling.

"Can't miss a spot you've never been," Cas told her smugly, winking right back at her in a way that told her that Cas could have missed plenty on Dean.

Flightily she turned back to Dean, not with anger, but a practiced emotion, like she was still playing at Dean as if they had a troubled, but still real marriage, "Marriage is hard work, Dean. I know it…but that doesn't mean we have to give up. Sure we've had our spats, maybe I made some bad decisions along the way…"

Dean couldn't believe it, "Oh, you are a tweaked one, you are. You really think I'm going to fall for that? Hell, I barely fell for it back then, before I knew what a snake you were."

"Well, face it, hubby, I'm really hot," she purred, but she was again roughly shoved from behind as Cas "brushed" by her, moving up to Dean's side and pulling his partner in for an amazingly possessive kiss. As much as Dean was enjoying himself, he still made sure to keep one eye on Bela.

With a wet and very loud smack, Cas pulled back and sent Bela a smug look before trudging off in the direction of the shuttle, "I'll be waiting, Dean." And he stalked off.

"Alright, you heard the man. I've got to get going before my real missus gets impatient. So start walking" he ordered.

A look of pissed off confusion passed over her features, "Walking? Walking where?" she demanded.

Absently Dean waved a hand around, "I don't care. Pick a direction, and don't you dare turn around."

A pout sprouted from her plump lips, "Come on, Dean…" she whined.

He reeled on her, "Hey! This is my scrap of nowhere and you had the gall to show up and fuck up my plans for the day. You go on and find your own nothing before I ruin your day even more."

"You can't just leave me here, on this lifeless piece of crap moon. It's fucking uninhabited!"

"Sure I can!" Dean yelled back at her, completely unconcerned.

"I'll die"

"Well, as a courtesy, you might start getting busy on that, 'cause all this chatter isn't doing me any kindness."

With a defiant pout, Bela planted herself by her duffle bag, seemingly done with the full court press, more herself now than Dean had ever seen, "Why don't you just go ahead and shoot me then" she asked wearily, almost as if she were truly impatient for Dean to do so.

Dean considered it for one self satisfying moment, "I dunno. Why didn't you shoot me? Back there when you first got a gun on me and before Monty figured out you were a dirty rotten liar?" he asked, truly curious.

She gave a condescending sigh, "You and Monty, you fought in the war together, right?"

Dean nodded.

"I could smell that. The war buddy bond is a tough one to crack. I knew if I shot you I'd lose Monty anyway. Plus, your freaky little bed bug over there would have totally gotten the jump on me. He's just ain't right…but all in all, you just had the better hand of cards this time," she confessed.

"It isn't a hand of cards, it's a life. I've got a better life than you, and I've got people who will back me up."

Bela flashed him a tight and insincere smile, "Well, since you're such a nice guy and all, then you should give me a ride…"

Dean laughed bitterly, "Woman, you are completely off your nut. After everything you did to me? To my crew? You think that I would put them all in danger again by bringing you aboard?"

Bela stood up, desperation in her eyes that seemed almost real, "I won't make trouble. You can stick me in one of those crates if you like. Just don't leave me he—"

Dean shoots, the bullet kicking up the dust about three feet from her. Her response was to stick out her tongue at him, and he shot out another bullet, two feet away this time. She snatched up her bag angrily and started to trudge off, truly pissed, calling out at Dean as she stalked away.

"This was all your fault, you know! I had the perfect crime lined up!"

Dean laughed loudly, "Sure! You were stealing a nice guy's beard!"

"No you moronic duncewad! A million-square job. The big time. I was going to cut Monty and his crew in, but you screwed that royal," she hissed.

Dean was only half listening as he kept his gun trained on her before he was going to join Cas, "Odd, but I don't think I'll be losing sleep over it," he informed her in a bored tone, gesturing with his barrel for her to hurry on her way.

But she wasn't about to back down now. Thanks to what she had overheard on her approach to Monty, before everything went to hell, she knew that Dean was desperate, "I've go the layout, entrance codes, believe me, this thing practically robs itself," she pushed.

Dean wasn't buying it, "Bye now," he said shortly, bringing up his gun again to make the dust dance at her feet.

"I'm handing you a fortune on a gold platter, sweetheart!...And I'm giving you a way to help out your little freaky friend over there. I know you need money…"

And the net was cast, and Dean was ensnared.

Ah ha, plot! I knew you were in there somewhere!