Bela's Return

Chapter Two: Carpe Diem

A Dean/Bela Supernatural Story

This story is set somewhere after episode 8 of season four of Supernatural. There is no female love interest in angel form from episodes 9 and 10 although I did really like that story line! Kripke once said the chances of the character Bela returning from hell were nil and that he felt bad her character wasn't developed to its fullest. I guess this is my crack at it.

Disclaimer: This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his talented associates. No copyright infringement is intended.

"So you're telling me, that we were ripped from hell by an angel, who expects us to help save the world from ending, by fighting against the very demon who sent us to the pit in the first place because she's trying to resurrect her mentor, who just so happens to be the bloody devil! Did I get that right?" Bela rants.

"Pretty much," Dean replies.

There's silence again in the run down motel room before Bela finally asks "Where's Sam?"

"He's out hunting with Ruby."

"Who the hell is Ruby?" Bela questions again.

"A demon."

"Excuse me?"

"It's a long story. Let's just say that we're agreeing to disagree about her right now."

"Well how long will he be gone?"

"Dunno. He'll probably be back in the morning. Why?" Dean questions her.

Bela doesn't answer. She only turns away from Dean to walk to the door and engage the lock. When she faces him again, she smiles.

"Well I don't know about you but I think it's about time for that angry sex Dean," Bela announces, confidently walking towards him, unbuttoning her silky blouse along the way. When she reaches him, she lets it drop to the floor. She reaches her hand up to touch his face letting her fingers slide down his neck and arm, stopping at the area where his scar is covered by his shirt.

"Bela what the hell's going on with you?" Dean inquires. His voice is unsteady and he finds himself uncharacteristically retreating from a beautiful woman's touch. His knees hit the back of the bed forcing him to sit down. Bela continues to advance slowly on him never breaking eye contact. When she reaches his position on the bed, she straddles his lap resting her arms on his broad shoulders.

"Well it sounds to me like we're going to have some very unpleasant work ahead of us and I for one, have had my share of unpleasant experiences in recent months." Dean sees her expression darken for a brief moment as if remembering many things she'd just as soon forget. "I say we take advantage of far more pleasant things while we can...carpe diem and all that," Bela explains locking her arms loosely around his neck to run her hands through his short hairs.

"Carpe diem?" Dean asks as if still unsure.

"It means 'seize the day' Dean!"

"I know what it means Bela. I'm not a complete moron you know. Besides, I saw the Robin Williams movie."

"YOU are a literary genius Dean Winchester but your brains are not what I'm after right now," she tells him glancing down between them.

"Well then lucky for you Bela...I AM a genius in that area," Dean gloats raising his hands to grip her slender hips while pressing her more firmly against his rapidly responding lower half.

"We'll just have to see about that," she says before kissing him. Her lips are chaste at first but then she's teasing his mouth open with the tip of her tongue. When he finally opens up for her, the world feels like it tips upside down as his tongue expertly explores the caverns of her mouth. Damn the man knows how to kiss! Wonder what else he can do with that tongue?

As if reading her mind, Dean starts to trail his tongue down the side of her slender neck while sliding the straps of her lacy bra down her shoulders. He pauses at the area of her scar before placing chaste kisses there, all the while mindful of its tenderness. Meeting her gaze once again, their mouths immediately fuse as he reaches behind her to unsnap the clasp of her bra. He pulls the garment from her torso and his lips once again blaze a trail down the column of her throat; moving this time beyond her collar bone to feast on her bare breasts. Breathy moans escape Bela's lips. She manages to remove his button down and reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, quickly releasing it from the confines of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head.

The skin on skin contact makes them both moan loudly as their mouths meet again in a frenzied kiss. Suddenly their mating escalates to a frantic pace that has them both reaching for the remainder of their clothes, practically ripping them from each other's bodies. Bela pauses to pull back the bedspread because she absolutely refuses to have sex on paisley print. They fall back onto the double bed with Dean lying on top. Bela reaches between them to stroke his hardness all the while feeling him slip his own hand down between their lower halves. Suddenly, he stills her hand and whispers sensuously in her ear "be right back" before disappearing down her body to her parted thighs. At this point, Bela finds out exactly what else Dean can do with his talented tongue.

"Fuck!" she sighs.

"Not yet," he quips. "First, I'm gonna make you scream...in a good way," he adds almost as an afterthought.

And he does, more than once in fact before snatching a condom from his pants pocket and crawling back up her body sliding into her with one perfect thrust. They're still for a moment searching each other's eyes, hazel to blue; blue to hazel. It's not until Dean starts to move that both their lids close in ecstasy. Bela meets him thrust for thrust wrapping her long legs around his waist. They continue their sensual dance making eye contact once more before finally reaching their peaks and falling over the edge together.

It takes a few minutes for them to catch their breath before Dean speaks "So was I lying?"

"About what?" Bela asks him, genuinely confused by his question and quite frankly not able to think straight right at the moment.

"About being a genius in bed of course!" he says depositing the contraceptive in the trash beside the bed.

Bela laughs, a real smile on her face before replying. "I think the multiple orgasms probably answer that question Dean."

Dean smiles back at her before adding "You weren't so bad yourself." He kisses her again gently this time before returning to lie on his back beside her. "Get some sleep. We have a lot more to talk about in the morning."

He's almost asleep when he hears her say "I can't believe I'm sleeping on sheets with less than a 400 thread count!" Dean doesn't have to look to know there's a frown on her beautiful face.

"Well, at least you've got a naked Dean Winchester in your bed. That's gotta make up for it."

It doesn't hurt she thinks but flat out refuses to feed his ego. "Goodnight Dean."

"Goodnight Bela." Then he surprises her by pulling her body back towards him effectively spooning them. Well...who knew Dean Winchester was a snuggler! She can't help but comment on this fact.

"Post coital snuggling Dean? I never would have thought you were the type."

"Well I'm guessing there's a lot we don't know about one another Bela but since we're stuck with each other, I guess we'll have time to find out."

Bela is almost asleep when she hears Dean mumble "what the heck is coital anyway?" She falls asleep as she hasn't done in a very long while...with a smile on her face.

End Chapter Two.

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