Thank you! You're so sweet and I'm slowly getting over it. Its probably half over reacting and half just the right amount of...reacting. LOL. Either way, I'm sure I'll get over it soon and move on. *hugs back* I appreciate all the love.
Okay, so as much as I love them (SPN OTP BABY!) this might be my first time writing these two and its just a snippet/drabbley thing, so if it's horrible I'm sorry.
Bela/Dean Amnesia fic thingy
Dean was still eyeing her wearily from across the room and Bela couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She had warned him, this was all his own damn fault. And it wasn’t as though Sam hadn’t been there when he had woken up, told him what had happened and who she was. Personally she thought he was just pissed that he had been stripped of his weapons (a great many of them hidden on his body), when she got to keep hers.
Bela was a lot of things, some of them unflattering and some she was quite proud of, but she certainly wasn’t stupid and no matter how nice he was to look at or how good he was in bed, she would happily shoot him if she thought it necessary. Her fingers had been practically itching for it since they had first met. Dean just brought out that side of her.
Deane glared at her again, shifting in his seat, his eyes darting for different escape roots. Bela stroked her gun lovingly with a smile, her own eyes never leaving his.
He sat up straighter.
“This is your own fault, you know,” She tells him, “I told you not to touch that talisman.”
Dean glared at her some more. Bela grinned wickedly back.
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Date: 2014-04-15 06:22 pm (UTC)Okay, so as much as I love them (SPN OTP BABY!) this might be my first time writing these two and its just a snippet/drabbley thing, so if it's horrible I'm sorry.
Bela/Dean Amnesia fic thingy
Dean was still eyeing her wearily from across the room and Bela couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She had warned him, this was all his own damn fault. And it wasn’t as though Sam hadn’t been there when he had woken up, told him what had happened and who she was. Personally she thought he was just pissed that he had been stripped of his weapons (a great many of them hidden on his body), when she got to keep hers.
Bela was a lot of things, some of them unflattering and some she was quite proud of, but she certainly wasn’t stupid and no matter how nice he was to look at or how good he was in bed, she would happily shoot him if she thought it necessary. Her fingers had been practically itching for it since they had first met. Dean just brought out that side of her.
Deane glared at her again, shifting in his seat, his eyes darting for different escape roots. Bela stroked her gun lovingly with a smile, her own eyes never leaving his.
He sat up straighter.
“This is your own fault, you know,” She tells him, “I told you not to touch that talisman.”
Dean glared at her some more. Bela grinned wickedly back.
She had warned him after all.