Wouldn't You Like To Know

Chapter 5 – Like I'm going do that

By the time Sam had arrived and the brothers had had time to inhale their food Belle came out of her bathroom. Dean thought he had died and gone to heaven, even Sam had to catch his breath that she had taken away. Her long straight hair had been curled and pulled into a pony tail with a blue ribbon with her name embroidered on one end in yellow. She had reapplied the makeup that Dean had kissed off. Her cheeks were sparkly and she had placed a blue rhinestone on the corner of each eye. The uniform showed of every asset of her body. It was mostly blue with yellow and white trimming with "Blue jays" written diagonally across her top. It showed of most of her torso without being slutty, and her skirt was short, but not obscenely so. Dean followed the line of her leg until he hit her feet which bore clean white tennis shoes the right shoe had yellow laces and the left shoe had blue.

"Oh, good! Food! I'm starving!" She noticed the Winchester's stares, "Do I look okay?" she asked checking in a nearby mirror.

"Good Lord, Belle. You look hot. Can't you just accept that?" Dean half pleaded, half moaned.

Belle smiled and shook her head at his comment. She sat down by Sam on the couch and he handed her the last burger. "Thanks for getting these. Are you coming to the game, Sam?"

Sam shook his head, "Nah, I'm going to try and figure out what is attacking. I got a room at a motel."

"Yuck, I'm sorry. That place is so disgusting. Try and sleep on top of the sheets I've been there, they don't wash them."

"How do you know which one I'm at?"

"Sam, are you kidding? It's the only one in town." Belle smiled. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the game? It's gonna be fun." She said teasingly.

"I'm sure, but thanks for asking"

Dean watched Belle eat her burger, chewing slowly, stopping every once in a while to drink some soda. "You know it's really hot to watch a cheerleader eat a burger, fries and a non-diet coke." Sam and Belle simultaneously rolled their eyes in amazement at Dean. "Hey, I'm just saying it's not a common site and slightly hot."

"So, if you two are staying at a hotel, does that mean I'm okay alone, at night anyway?" Belle seemed just a little confused at the situation, Dean was as well.

Sam smiled inwardly and came to his brother's rescue, "Dean and I were thinking he could stay here with you and I'll go to the motel. Do some research and get some rest. If we need to do it the next night, we'll switch, so Dean can sleep." Belle nodded in agreement and Dean felt a surge of appreciation towards his brother.

"Dean we need to go." Belle said as she stood and so did Dean. "Sam, feel free to stay as long as you like." She called, walking out the door.

Dean followed her, made sure Belle was out of earshot, and turned to Sam "You better get out of here before we get back or you will be murdered. Thanks for comin' up with that plan, little bro." Dean smiled and walked out the door, but not before he threw the keys to the Impala to Sam. Sam caught them and twirled the key ring around his finger. The Impala was a great thank you for what he did. Sam thought about going out to a bar, but Jess popped into his mind and he decided that he would stay at the motel and do some more research.

Meanwhile, Dean was sitting in a high school football stadium watching Belle talking with the other cheerleaders. He didn't take his eyes off of her, because every once in a while, Belle would do something. He had seen her do a back flip, a couple cartwheels, some high kicks, and once he even saw her stretch her leg so that her foot was over her head. He didn't think that Belle knew he was watching.

Dean was wrong, Belle knew perfectly well that he had been watching her the whole time. She had done all the easy stuff, but now she was pulling out the big guns. She kicked her foot back, grabbed it with her hands, pulled her foot up, arched her back and leaned her head back so it touched her foot. She could almost hear his sharp intake of breath where she stood. Her job finished, she released her foot and let it drop back down. Belle liked this, she knew Dean really didn't care about the game, and she just had to entertain him.

Dean was probably getting some pretty nasty ideas in his head, but she didn't care. Belle smiled as she thought about his earlier comment, 'Nothing else ever crossed my mind, only you.' She kept replaying that in her head. She didn't know why she had freaked out so much; she had known that Dean was different from the beginning. At halftime, she called and asked him to come down to the field and talk.

When he came down, they sat on a bench. Dean was the first to talk "You know, I always wanted to date a cheerleader." Belle smiled at his comment. "I guess that I am now."

"How is this supposed to work? I mean you said that you two travel all the time. Do you ever come back to where you've been, even if there's no job?"

"Rarely, if ever." Dean knew where the conversation was headed, but he didn't want to go there, not yet. "But the job here is nowhere near finished. Belle, trust me we'll figure something out." She nodded and he kissed her hand and then went back to his seat.

After the game was over, and the Blue Jays had killed the Lions 42 to 7, Belle gave her brother a hug and met up with Dean to head home. "Where's your brother headed?"

"Oh, a party, at someone's house, probably won't be home 'til tomorrow afternoon." Belle shrugged it off, "He'll more than likely get drunk and then get laid. It happens all the time."

Dean was rather shocked at her bluntness, but knew he shouldn't have been, this was Belle. She was just like Dean in many ways; bluntness being one of them. While he hadn't been watching the game he had come up with a plan to change her feelings about the scar and he couldn't wait to get to her house. Walking to her car Dean took off his jacket and made her slip it on. She still looked like she was freezing, just not as much. "Thanks"

"For what?"

"Idiot, for the jacket! Thanks that was a real gentlemanly thing to do."

"You sound surprised" he said as he opened the car door for her.

"Dean Winchester, you've yet to make things dull!"

"Yes, and as long as you're around me, it'll continue to be that way, princess."

After the ride home Dean and Belle entered her bedroom. Upon entering Belle let out a gasp and a whispered "DEAN!". He immediately knew what had frightened her. A noose had been laid on her bed, with a note written in feathery handwriting. 'For the next time we're alone, Anna Belle.' Dean pulled out a gun that Belle hadn't known he had and he looked in her closet, then her bathroom. He walked back into the bedroom "She's not here." Dean looked over at Belle to see that she was in tears. "Belle, nothing, you hear me, nothing is going to happen to you! I will not let that happen." She nodded and he wiped away her tears until she quit crying.

"Call Sam, make sure that he's alright." Dean thought it was so kind of her to think of his brother like that.

"I'll call him. Why don't you take a shower, maybe that will help you relax from all this." She nodded at what he said. Dean watched her sit down on the couch, untie her shoes and slip them off along with her socks, which she rolled into a ball and through them into a hamper. She stood, pulled the ribbon out of her hair, and took down her pony tail. Dean watched her shake her head vigorously to loosen up the strands. He loved the way her hair looked falling against his jacket, that she then slipped off and laid on the arm of the couch. She had done all of that with such grace and it had momentarily stunned him. Belle walked over to him, snaked her arms around him and sighed. She let go and walked over to the bathroom door, but before closing it said "Dean could you please get rid of that while I'm in the shower" she asked jabbing her head in the direction of the noose, lying on her bed. He nodded and she closed the door, but opening it once more "I'll call if I need any help". Dean knew she was joking but said a silent prayer that she would.

Dean called Sam while she was taking a shower and asked him to come over and take the noose to salt-burn it. Sam came and left before she got out. Dean heard her dry her hair and then saw her come out of the bathroom in a towel. "Belle, are you trying to kill me?"

"Calm down I'm not used to having someone around all the time. Just turn around"

"Pshh, yeah. Like I'm going to do that."

"Fine, if you must watch." She turned her back on him. Belle opened a drawer in a rosewood dresser and slipped on a pair of black lace panties without taking the towel of. She then grabbed a thin, but long-sleeved purple Henley and slipped it on over the towel and then she pulled the towel out from beneath her shirt and threw it along with her socks into the hamper. Belle opened another drawer and brought out a pair of purple, blue, and black plaid flannel pajama shorts.

Belle turned around to find Dean sitting on the couch, just finishing cleaning his gun. She walked over to the couch and gently pulled the gun out of his hand. "I need it near me, Belle. To protect you."