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"You should what? And thank you, I hope.."
Bela didn’t answer to him, because she was pretty sure that he knew the answer already. He looked good and he knew it. Instead of replying to him, she just smiled and walked into her apartment. She took her golden earrings and put them on, before she turned to look at Dean, who was standing in front of a glass cabinet, in which she kept a few things that she had stolen.
"Don’t even think about stealing those from me." She joked with a smile and walked next to him, because she was ready to go. She doubted that he wouldn’t be so stupid and stole from her. Stealing from a thief wouldn’t be very a clever move. Even if she was nice, she was still a criminal.
As nice as they looked behind that expensive looking glass, Dean didn’t have room in his pants, plus.. what could a hunter possibly do with this stuff? haul it around in his duffel? no.. that would slow him down.
"Don’t worry.. hunters don’t av’ a reason f’such valubles. Wha’ got y’into this line of work any way, Bela?”
He was stalling for a little longer. He hadn’t booked the restaurant, instead..? he decided to do something else. she’d find out sooner or later, but for now? just a little chat to break the ice. Their relationship after all was a complicated one, but for sam? ha. Dean knew he dreamt about Bela, the drool on him and calling out her name was enough evidence.
A light smile tugged at the edges of her lips as a light laugh surfaced. “I suppose I could.” Celeste offered with a small nod of her head. “Though you’d have to come over first.” her head nodded slowly still as she continued to speak. Her cheeks were flushed a light pink as his compliment swirled around in her head. Usually she wasn’t one for such remarks, though coming from Dean, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as her heart fluttered in her chest. Nervous fingers twirled around and tugged at the ends of her curls.
Then again, most men didn’t know about her ex until they saw her scar-unless they’d bothered to follow the tabloids that had hounded her when they found out that the perfect little couple wasn’t as wonderful as it seemed. It was the price she paid for having a father with a well known name.
With her recent thoughts, her mind strayed slightly from the current moment, wrapping her in a sort of separated thought. The world around her slipping away as she listened to the steady beat of her heart. Next to her, she could feel her own leg knocking gently against Dean’s, leeching the warmth of his body. When his gentle touch came, Celeste gasped softly, her lashes fluttering as she turned her full attention back to the man she was seated next to. The actions seemed to be drawing her back for a moment while his nose grazed against her cheek. Her lips parted, attempting to say his name as her breath caught in her throat-the sound was lost as his lips met with hers once again sending her heart fluttering.
Celeste was a troubled soul, leaving Dean to feel that it was his right to protect her at all costs. He could remember her ex perfectly like it was yesterday that they met. That mouthy piece of shit had almost gotten the taste of Dean Winchester. One punch to the throat? and that annoying dickbag would of crashed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Of course that would of happened if Cel hadn’t of been there, but she was. He held back for her.
The second that her lips met his? Dean slid his hand up into the back of her hair a little, holding her gently in place as he slowly carried on to kiss her. Another passenger had been watching for the first couple of seconds, then began to clear their throat to interrupt their little moment. “Excuse me.. do you mind waiting until maybe you’re off of the plane? there are innocent children during this flight.” Dean couldn’t help but grin against Cel’s lips, then drew slowly back from her to look at the woman who had stopped their moment. “I didn’t realise there was rules against kissin on a plane?”
"There isn’t.. but no one wants to sit here listening to you play tongue tennis.” Dean laughed then. “Alright. We apologise.” she went back to what she was doing then. Dean’s eyes returned back to Cel, cupping her face with a smile. “Come with me..”
He whispered to her out of the blue without even thinking, caressing her cheek slowly with the pad of his thumb, his jade green eyes locked onto hers. Even though his voice was husk, low and gritty? it was still gentle in a way. Dean definitely wasn’t thinking. Cel would be in danger.
Alice gasped softly and took a step back when the stranger had his gun locked on her, cringing until he lowered it. She simply stared at him, blinking every so often as he spoke. How did they know so much about her? It’s not the information of the events that took place over twenty years ago was released to the public, the case was closed years ago.
"I would rather have people think I’m dead. I should be anyway. Since when did the feds become interested in ghosts? Aren’t they usually the skeptics? Anyway, I live a few blocks from here…but why should I trust you? I don’t even want to believe that you’re the feds. Investigating ghosts? C’mon, the FBI and company could care less. They’re looking for a murder, homicide, etc.”
She looked over to Dean’s partner, then back to him. No, she really didn’t want to talk about this. Not at all. What use of it would be good for them anyway? It’s not like it really mattered anymore. Everything was in the past, wasn’t it? Maybe not in Alice’s head; after all, what happened that night is the cause of her nightmares.
"Fine…you and your partner can come over. I still don’t get it though. The feds couldn’t even find the goddamn people who ruined my life in the first place. Anyway, I sorta ran here after seeing the place on the news…I don’t drive much. So how do you plan to get out of here without anyone seeing me?"
The Hunters could get any information they wanted, and that information was a lot better than any fed or officer file in history. Nothing could get past this woman, huh? least she wasn’t just a pretty face and did have brains.
"Alright, y’got us. We’re not the feds." Dean could feel his brothers eyes burning into the back of him. They weren’t allowed to tell anyone what was truly going on in the world, would put their lives in danger.. but truth be told? this girl was already in danger, so what difference does it make really? "We’re hunters.. always av’ been n’always will be. We hunt down the supernatural, jus’ so it’s a lot safer f’you guys t’sleep at night.. n’with luck? live a little longer."
sam huffed out of his nose in the background, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he took his eyes off Dean, turning his attention to Alice who had looked over at him before she looked back to the elder brother.
"Truth is? sam’s my brother.. not my partner. We can sneak out the back window, there’s a.. fire exit tha we can climb down." Hopefully they wouldn’t get caught. But then again, no one would question two guys dressed up as the FBI, but Alice? that was a different story.
Merlin nodded slowly, admittedly a little disappointed. Well, it was like they say, never meet your hero’s. THough it was a nice little tidbit to know, angels being real.
"How would he know what my signature looks like?" Merlin asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket. Yeah, he probably should have checked if he had one of those before he promised to magic up some ink. "Yeah, Of course there were women…" He said slowly as he scribbled his name across the card. "Never met a town that doesn’t have them."
He reached out to give the card back to Dean, but pulled it back as he realized something. “Here” he blew softly on the card, and the letters started to glow and dance, changing colours and letting loose little shimmers and sparks that moved in waves across the card. ”Maybe that’ll convince him” He handed the still shimmering, changing card back to Dean. The charm would last indefinitely, so he could show it to his brother whenever he saw him next.
Merlin grinned, glad he could finally get to do some real magic. “Watch and learn” he said to dean, before walking up to the cops. Before they could say a word he spoke, raising a hand to channel the spell.
”Awendaþ eft wansæliga neat”
He felt his eyes flash, unsure if Dean was close enough to see them. The guards faces dropped into a blank look, their memories being monitored and replaced with a day that didn’t involve a hunter and a warlock invading their crime scene. “Come on!” He ushered for Dean to follow him inside.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but soon closed it again with a frown when he realised that he didn’t know. He hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead.Of course there were women, but in Merlin’s time? the women may not of been allowed in the Inn or tavern like they are today. Once Merlin had done his signature for sam, Dean took it but Merlin took it back quickly, adding magic to the letters to make it more legit. The pupils of the hunters eyes reflected the letters as he watched, his mouth falling open in amazement. He felt like a child who had just seen his very first magic trick, but none of this was faked with trick mirrors.. it was all real. “Dude..” he said, then paused, looking up to Merlin who had it all covered to make sam believe. ”Y’fricken awesome..!”
Merlin then got to work on the cops, and Dean was even more impressed. He made his way over, and headed to the house. “I wonder wha’ other tricks y’got hidden up those sleeves of yours..” He grinned, then headed in-side of the house. It was pretty empty, but once entering the lounge? there was a chalk outline of where the deceased body had been. It was a shame he couldn’t inspect it, but he’d leave that part for now, and head to the morgue later with Sam. “Do ya think y’friend is here still?” he asked, looking around the rest of the house for clues that the cops may have missed. They usually did with not knowing what they were looking for. Dean knew though.. he was looking for a witch hex bag that could be hidden absolutely anywhere.
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