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08 February 2008 @ 01:25 am
Something to Lose (1/1)  
Title: Something to Lose
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Bela Talbot
Word Count: 584
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up through and including episode 3.03, "Bad Day at Black Rock"
Summary: In the pursuit of the rabbit's foot that is vital to his brother's well-being, Dean may just be looking for something more. Like a reminder that, for now, he's alive and has something to lose.
Other: I've written a lot of fan fiction in my day but this is the first Supernatural fic that I've managed to transfer from my brain to a text document. It's also the first story of any kind that I've written since October so I'm in awe of the fact that I managed to write it at all. Be gentle with my rusty bits and pieces.
Author's Note: Supernatural and its characters have been manipulated here without the knowledge or consent of Eric Kripke and Warner Bros. Entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.

The first time Dean lays eyes on Bela Talbot, she is just a pretty face famed by a black bob; a waitress with a generic name that seems to have taken a shine to Sam. Just someone to bring him a piece of pie as dessert to follow the ice cream sundae entrée.

The second time he sees her, this time in her own element, he knows that she is going to haunt him. He has sought her out of his own volition but he is sure that her existence, their meeting, is going to come back to bite him in the ass. Again.

Her lair may be a posh pied-à-terre in Queens, New York but she's not fooling anyone. Least of all a man who knows evil when he sees it. She's a fiend like every other thing he's ever pursued and just as dangerous.

Maybe more dangerous.

It's not the elusive Bela's wherewithal that strikes a chord with him, nor her obvious competence in getting what she wants. What incites an irascibility in him is facing an opponent who has an agenda. Intuition tells him that, had he not already pocketed the coveted rabbit's foot, harassment wouldn't be enough to threaten her into compliance.

The only thing that subdues Dean is the knowledge that he can't pull the trigger on her now. He can't blow her away with a few well-aimed bullets like snuffing out a candle. And, worst of all, he can't pretend that she doesn't have a soul or a beating heart; two unfortunate components that make her so different from all of the things that go bump in the night and the way he exterminates them with a deft sense of duty.

Dean can't put her down like a rabid animal and turn a blind eye to the fact that she is merely a human being. If only because it would be unlike him to purposely bypass the foaming of the mouth and the gnashing of teeth that he is sure is yet to come. That dark part of his hunger for the hunt is in tact and integral to being here now when he could have taken what he wanted and left.

Dean cocks his pistol and listens to the click being predictably echoed as Bela whirls to face him, doing just the same.

He is suddenly on a high; blissed out by the adrenaline that comes with staring down the barrel of a gun and the way it makes him feel alive. Like he has something to lose and longer than shy of a year in which to lose it. He thrives on the familiar weight of the weapon in his hand and doesn't permit himself to dwell on the awareness that he won't have to use it on the blue-eyed banshee gazing back at him.

Bela and her self-satisfied smirk are enough to make Dean want to laugh. He could laugh at her overrated bravado, at her misplaced knack for intimidation or at the very fact that he's already got what he wants, unbeknownst to her.

Instead he stares her down with an unflappable self-confidence that comes with feeling invincible. More importantly, Dean allows himself to pretend that same invincibility won't feel so out of reach again the moment he's walked out the door.

For now, he's in control - of the situation, of his life - and he relishes the half-baked notion as he addresses his foe cooly, "You left without your tip."
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: "The Season," Quietdrive
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Erinxxsh0tgun on February 8th, 2008 04:23 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you so much :D It was definitely a pleasant surprise to wake up to positive feedback when I wasn't even entirely sure how much I liked the finished product. It was just a little one-shot that I've had in my head and I figured I'd give actually writing it a try and the feeling of accomplishment after a long streak of writer's block was rewarding. But more rewarding is hearing that you liked it. Thank you for taking the time to read and review! I really appreciate that.

Edited at 2008-02-08 04:24 pm (UTC)
     Mandya_phoenixdragon on July 7th, 2008 09:21 am (UTC)

*Pumps fist in the air*

*hugs you tightly*