Next chapter. Continuing from the last one. I was half asleep when i posted the last chapter so if there were typos or anything I apologize:)

Motel, Morning.

The sleeping pair were awoken by the sound of the shower being turned on. Bela had hoped to awake first and sneak out of the bed to go change, but with Sam now occupying the room as well that would have been difficult even if Dean wasn't awake. She didn't turn around, wishing Dean would fall back asleep to allow her a few moments to untangle herself from him and get up. Of course he wouldn't though. They were both wide awake.

Dean feared moving as he didn't want to make it awkward for her, he half expected her to be either gone or back in the other bed when he woke up. Yet he couldn't help but be a little brave and pull her a little closer against him after he was sure she wasn't going to bolt. Which she didn't, she let him for some reason unknown to both of them.

He finally spoke.

"Mornin' sunshine." he said, half teasing.

She grumbled something incoherent, but leaned he head back on his chest anyway. He laughed.

"Alright I get it, you don't like mornings until you've had coffee right?"

"I don't like mornings period. Coffee is how I deal with it, and your babbling is making it worse."

"Okay, I won't talk."

"That's a first." she replied, but grinned to herself anyways.

He then leaned his down, placing a small kiss against her neck. Then moved down a little further not quite to her shoulder yet.

"What are you doing?" she asked, almost shakily.

"Hmm? I agreed not to talk."

She sighed. She just couldn't win with him...not that what he was doing didn't feel amazing. Oh dear God was she actually allowing Dean Winchester to snuggle with her? AHh.

"So, sleep well?" he asked, smirking.

"I did actually, and that had absolutely nothing to do with you." she scoffed.

"Uh huh." He didn't buy it.

She finally managed to pull away and sit up. She looked down at him, which was her mistake, because their eyes met and that made is so much harder for her to want to leave. Dean didn't move though, he'd told her last night he wouldn't try anything again. So if anything were to happen between them again...it'd have to be her idea.

"You're brothers here." she stated the obvious, as if that would somehow get him to stop looking at her like that.

He just nodded. He decided to be the smart one and got up and out of bed. He grabbed a pair of jeans out of his bag, seeming to have no problem dressing in front of her.

"Really?" she said, trying to sound serious, but it came out a little cracked.

"What, you have a problem? Nothing you haven't seen before right?" He teased.

Ugh, he was infuriating.

She turned away. They both heard the shower turn off. It wouldn't be long before Sam was going to be out. Bela decided to play Dean's little game though.

"You're right." she said suddenly, and pretended to start to unbutton the blouse she'd fallen asleep in when she had decided not to go back out to retrieve her bag.

Dean stopped suddenly, standing in only his jeans, and stared at her. She wouldn't, right? As her hands played with the 2nd top button, he finally spoke up.

"Hey Sam, you almost done?" he half yelled. He really would rather his brother not come out to see Bela half naked in front of him.

Bela shrugged, pretending not to care. He glared at her, and she smirked.

"Yeah just a minute dude. I got an address for the author's publicist by the way." Sam yelled throught the door.

"Great."

Dean finally had enough of her antics and strode over to her.

"What, you said it was nothing we hadn't seen before?" She whispered.

"Yeah, we...as in you and me, not my brother...now keep your damn shirt on."

"Hmm what is that Dean? Jelousy perhaps."

He grinned at her.

"Hey I'm not the one who's being distant."

"This can't happen again." she told him quietly.

"Why not?"

She fell silent. Yeah Bela, why not? Because eventually all this will be over, and you'll go your separate ways and never see each other after that...so why do this? Or...might as well have fun since after this is over you'll never have to see him again? Ahh, this was giving her a headache.

"Dean..." she tried, but he was too damn close to her. He was testing her, his forehead only an inch from hers, she could feel his breath. He then brought his hand up and played with her hair, tucking it behind her ear. She practically leaned into his touch.

Dean wasn't sure what he was doing...she was right, he knew that. They didn't need to do this. They worked well together now, had started to trust each other a little even. He didn't do relationships, she didn't either...so why was he pushing for things to happen between them?

She couldn't stand it anymore though, and finally leaned forward to kiss him. Their lips had just barely touched when they heard the bathroom doorknob start to turn, and they stepped back quickly away from each other as Sam walked out.

Sam stared at them, but he wasn't stupid he knew stuff was going on. He figured the best thing to do would be to completley ignore whatever it was and let them deal with it.

"Ready." he said, walking for the door.

"Go ahead, I need to dress. I'll meet you there." She said quickly. She grabbed her car keys so she could grab her bag from the trunk.

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Impala.

Sam was staring at Dean. Dean caught him.

"What?"

"So, you guys were cozy last night?"

"Sam don't start..."

"Hey I'm not judging...I mean, I should because it's Bela...but after what I confessed to a few months back I don't really have a right to talk I guess."

Dean shrugged. "You're right...after all atleast she's human."

Dean felt a little bad, knowing Sam's history with not only Ruby, but Madison too. Then again, he didn't feel too bad since it was Sam's decision to sleep with a demon, even if she was 'helpful'. Dean still hated her.

"Yeah." Sam said. "So you've what, forgiven her for everything? The lying, the manipulating? Stealing the Colt?"

"It ain't that simple Sam. I know things about her that I just can't talk about. There's reasons for what she did, even though I don't agree with what she pulled. I just can't hate her anymore. Besides after what I did...let's just say I'm lucky she was able to forgive me."

"Hell?"

Dean nodded.

"You didn't say anything...she was one of them that you..."

Dean sighed. He hated talking about it, especially since the rift between he and Sam seemed bigger lately. He nodded again though. "She was the first."

Sam looked at him in surprise.

"Like I said, lucky she's helping us, lucky she forgave me. If it was the other way around...I wouldn't forgive myself."

Sam stayed quiet.

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Publicist's house, day.

The brothers finally got out of the car when they saw Bela pull up. The three of them walked to the door.

"You know, I could've waited and let you boys handle this."

"Okay, you can wait in the car." Dean said, of course knowing she wouldn't. He smiled.

Sam knocked on the door.

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Impala

Dean convinced Bela to ride with them somehow on the way to the writer's house. They'd figured out from the publicist, and crazed fan, that his name was Chuck. They'd even gotten the address from her.

"Well, she was delightful." Bela said.

"Be nice. She was a fan."

"Mmm, she doesn't know the real you." Bela teased.

"Nah, I think you're a fan too." he teased back. She glared, and he noticed it when looking in the mirror. He laughed.

"You know first you guys don't shut up because of the arguing, and now you won't stop flirting. Can you both just be quiet?" Sam asked.

They both turned their glares to Sam. Sam just shrugged. Hey, it had worked in shutting them up.

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Chuck's House

They stood on the front porch, and Dean rang the doorbell a few times. It seemed like forever before a scrawny and scruffy guy opened the door.

"Can I help you?" the man asked.

"Are you Chuck Shurley?" Dean asked.

"The one who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam added.

Bela wanted to laugh at the sound of it.

"Maybe. Why do you ask?" he questioned, nervous.

"Well, I'm Dean, this is Sam, and Bela, you know the ones you've been writing about." Dean said seriously.

"Um yeah...look I love that you're fans but maybe you guys should get a life." Chuck went to shut the door, but Dean stopped him and marched on inside. Chuck backed up quickly.

Poor guy, Bela thought. He looked like he might cry.

"Look you're crazy." Chuck said.

"We just need to know how you do it." Sam said. "

"Do what?"

"Know everything about us." Bela tried.

"You a hunter?" Dean asked him.

"What? Uh no I'm a writer." Chuck told them.

"Then how do you know all about us, about demons, and other things? Look Chuck, we are not fans. I am Dean."

Chuck backed further into his house.

This kept going around in circles.

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Bela stayed on the porch as Dean and Sam showed Chuck the trunk of the Impala. He still thought the were nuts...until they announced their last names, which Chuck stated wasn't known by anyone else. He finally started to believe them.

They finally walked back into Chuck's house and went into his living room.

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"I don't have an explanation for this. How?" Chuck mumbled. He took a drink of whiskey.

"Look Chuck..."Dean started.

"No...what am I a god or something? I mean, I write things, they come to life. Oh no, I'm cruel. I mean, everything I've put you all through."

Bela rolled her eyes. Was this guy completely insane?

"Yeah we survived. I don't think you're a god." Dean said.

"No no...I killed your father, burned your mother...and then you Sam had to relive that with Jess." Chuck looked sad. He then looked to Bela. "And you, the story I thought of for you...god I'm sorry you poor..." Chuck said.

"Okay that's enough."Bela interrupted.

"Chuck.." Sam tried to get his attention. Chuck continued to ramble on.

"No I toyed with your lives, your emotions..."

"Dude you did not create us!" Dean yelled, frustrated.

"The bugs, you had to live through that?"

Dean only nodded.

"And the ghost ship?"

He and Bela both nodded. She grinned, but then stopped as she remembered what she'd done and how she nearly caused her own death along with other people's.

"Wow, I'm so sorry."

"Alright, Chuck, shut up." Sam said. "You're not a god, you're probably a pyschic."

"What? No I don't think so."

They talked some more, only to find out Chuck's current vision and chapter was in fact about Dean, Sam, and Bela showing up at his door.

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Laundromat, Night.

"Okay, this is too much." Dean said. He and Bela sat close, both going over the script Chuck had given them. Sam put in a load of clothes.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"No...I'm sitting here, reading about myself at a laundromat reading about myself. It's giving me a headache."

Bela agreed. She needed an aspirin.

"He has to be hiding something." Sam said.

"Like what?" Bela asked. Sam shrugged and turned back to the dryer.

Dean starts reading again. "Sam tosses his gigantic darks into the machine as he starts having doubts about Chuck telling the truth." Dean read.

Bela laughed. This was utterly rediculous.

Dean continued teasing Sam with exact words and thoughts Chuck had written down. Sam finally got frustrated, and hit the button. He left the two of them alone in the empy laundromat that was next to the motel.

"He's happy." Dean tried. She grinned again.

Dean looked at the page and then put it down fast. "Uh you know I think we should just stop reading now. It's weird." Dean said. Bela gave him a strange look and tried to pick the papers back up, Dean blocked her.

"What don't you want me to see?"

"Nothing." he said quickly. She didn't believe him but let it go.

"Oh look, we're alone again." he tried.

"Yeah, no." she replied.

He laughed, but stood up and pulled her towards the back of the laundromat.

"Dean! Are you insane, let me go."

"Oh come on live a little."

"Please tell me this wasn't on Chuck's script? If so, than ew."

"What? Nope."

"Uh huh? So then, what do I do next?" Bela teased.

He grinned, pushing her against the wall.

"I don't think it's this." she said.

"Well, it was...until Sam comes back."

"Great." she said. She tried breaking free and walking back to the bench.

"Uh uh, I have atleast 30 seconds." Dean said.

She rolled her eyes, but had no time to react any other way as his lips were on hers fast. It wasn't like their time in the impala, where everything was sensual and emotional, it wasn't brief like the kiss from her motel room a few weeks ago either. It was passionate, fast, and deep. Their hands were around each other just as quickly and for some reason everytime Dean kissed her she could do nothing but kiss him back and never stop. She could easily lose herself in him. But Dean was right, what seemed like minutes later, but was only a few seconds, they heard the door open and both pulled apart quickly and headed to their spot on the bench.

Bela wasn't sure what was happening to her. What was Dean doing to her? A quick make out session in a public location? What were they teenagers? Especially her...she was always so composed.

End chapter.

Sorry, it was a little weird. I wanted to add something fluffy/cute/funny to the laundromat scene for Dean/Bela. I just couldn't help it. Please review! :)