A/N: Muse struck hard today as I was watching "Red Sky at Morning." One of my favorite episodes and I love the chemistry and banter between Bela and Dean. I've been looking for a setup for the Bela kiss for this series and was inspired by the combination of Bela's ruse to get them upstairs at the party and then when she makes it seem like she and Dean are getting it on in the room. So this is sort of a re-write of how they get upstairs to get the Hand of Glory. :)

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Bela

"C'mon," Dean says, snagging the champagne flutes from the bar. Bela picks up her clutch and shifts past him. He catches a whiff of her perfume and tries to ignore it. Glancing at Sam, he has to tease a little more about the old woman who's been all over Sam since they met her. "I want all the details in the morning."

He snickers at Sam's grimace and follows Bela out into the lobby. They bicker for a few minutes before catching the opportunity to sneak up the stairs. As they move quietly down the corridor, Dean murmurs, "Well? Which room is it? We can't just wander around up here all night."

Bela rolls her eyes. "I'm not wandering anywhere, Dean, that's your MO. I know precisely what I'm doing."

Dean tries to stifle a sigh of frustration, but isn't entirely successful. "Fine, Miss Precise. Just tell me where the hell we're going."

"Just two more doors down, on the left."

They reach the door and Dean casts a quick glance around before reaching into his jacket pocket for his lockpick set. Extracting the pieces he needs, he sets to work on the old style lock.

Bela crosses her arms and huffs quietly, tapping her foot. He ignores her, focusing on what he's doing. After another moment, she hisses, "Really, Dean, I would have thought your lock picking skills a little more advanced than this."

He just grunts, but she's seriously getting on his nerves. She's done nothing but pick at him and that damned accent of hers just makes everything that much more insulting. And how was he supposed to know how difficult it would be to pick a hundred year old lock, for God's sake.

Just then, there's a noise at the end of the hall. Footsteps coming up the staircase. Dean and Bela both freeze, eyes meeting. "Damn it," Dean mutters. "Now what?"

The guard reaches the top of the stairs and steps into the corridor. Just as he catches sight of them, Bela suddenly hauls Dean into her arms, dragging his mouth down to hers. At first he's too stunned to respond, but he catches on seconds later and wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Shifting slightly, he pins her between his body and the door, angling her so she blocks the view of the lock from the guard.

If he thought it was tough to pick the ancient lock before, it's a hell of a lot more difficult to work it while kissing Bela. Especially the way she's melted against him. And the sounds she's making. Jesus. So yeah, it's Bela and he despises her, and this is all a show for the guard, but he's just as human as the next guy.

Her tongue slides against his and he almost drops the pick.

The guard moves cautiously towards them, expression stern. "Hey," he says, "you can't be up here."

The lock gives way with a soft click and Bela shifts away, her hands stroking the back of Dean's neck. She turns a flirtatious smile on the guard as Dean eases the door partway open.

"You're right, we really shouldn't," she says, her tongue flicking out over her bottom lip. "But if you could just give us five minutes..." She raises that flirty gaze to Dean and looks him up and down like he's a piece of candy she can't wait to unwrap. "Well, alright, twenty minutes...we'd appreciate it." Batting her lashes, she continues, "We promise to be quiet..."

Dean almost laughs, instead hiding his face in her neck. One hand finds her hip, rubbing along it as if he can't wait to get her out of the dress. The other rests on the bare skin of her back. It's soft and smooth and his touch is gentle as he trails his fingers along her exposed spine. He feels her tremor slightly and smirks against her skin, ignoring the warning dig of her fingernails into the back of his neck.

The guard coughs uncomfortably and looks between the floor and Bela. "Well..." he hesitates, running his finger along his collar.

"Please?" she wheedles, rolling her hips slightly against Dean's. "We won't be long. And you know how it is, right? Sometimes you just can't wait..."

At that, the guard blushes and starts to back away. "Alright, ma'am, but if you're not back downstairs in twenty minutes, I'm coming back up here and escorting you out."

Bela titters giddily as Dean finally raises his head to toss a "thanks, man" glance at the guard. "Thank you so much," she says, pulling Dean with her as she backs into the room. "You're a dear. Really."

The guard just waves a hand and quickly makes his way back to the stairs.

Dean kicks the door shut behind them and Bela quickly extricates himself from his embrace. She smooths her hands over her dress, ostensibly to straighten it after their tussle in the hallway. She seems vaguely uncomfortable, the first time Dean's ever seen her show anything but pure confidence.

He can't resist the opportunity.

"Awww, c'mon, Bela," he says, grinning at her. "Didn't you say we should have angry sex when this was over?"

That stiffens her spine and makes her eyes flash. "Maybe you should do your job before you worry about rewards, hmmm?" she sniffs, turning away from him before stalking to the display case in the corner.

Dean doesn't stop grinning. and isn't leaving with the last word.

"Oh, I'd be quite the reward, sweetheart."

Next up: Jo

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