Kissing meme response

for enjoythe_ride I have no idea what verse it would take place in but I suspect it happened before Bela betrayed them to Gordon

The rosary was made from the cross Christ had been crucified on. It was stained with his blood and said to give eternal life to the one who held it. Dean looked up at the church housing said rosary and then over at Bela. “Forty percent, right?”

Bela rolled her eyes at Dean. She had no intention of giving him forty percent of this take but he had earned a fair percentage and she didn’t like being in debt to anyone, Winchesters included. Particularly when Dean was so prone to giving threats that at the very least sounded like he meant them.

“Twenty-five. I found the artifact and it’s location,” Bela reminded him.

“And I busted your skinny ass out of jail,” Dean reminded her with a smirk.

“Fine. Thirty.” The more pissed she got at Dean, the more clipped her accent got. It was kind of hot in Dean’s opinion, except that it was Bela. The very thought gave him full body shutters.

“Sweetheart, I am going to hold you to that,” he told her as he knocked on the door of the church. It was answered moments later by a priest in rumpled robes.

“Yes,” he greeted them, looking alarmed as they both appeared to be in good health.

“This is really embarrassing,” Dean started out. It was true enough that he didn’t even count it as lying to a priest. The next part however…”See…the little missus wants to get married.”

Bela had to check a glare at his words ‘the little missus’. Instead, she ducked her head—almost blushing and managed to look as embarrassed as Dean sounded.

“Yes-well…that-we perform ceremonies in the day. Certainly not at 11 o’ clock at night,” the priest informed him.

“I know. I told her that,” Dean said. “But she’s got her mind made up. Her parents got married on this exact date and they were married for fifty years. She’s got it in her head it’s some sort luck. Anyway, if we wait until tomorrow, it won’t be this date and I just can’t stand to go another year without her as my wife.” The grin he gave the priest was a bit too bright, bordering on psychotic but he figured it might actually benefit them in this scenario.

The priest glanced over at Bela and then back at Dean. His expression had gone from sleepy to confused and then to doubtful. “You don’t look in love.”

“You kiddin’?” Dean grinned again, putting his arm around Bela and pulling her close. “Can hardly keep my hands off her.” The priest was still giving him a doubtful look and that prompted Dean into grabbing Bela’s chin and tilting her face up before he kissed her. It was a good kiss, enough to make the priest turn red and stutter.

“A-A-Alright,” he stammered and stepped aside. If y-y-you’ll just…” he gestured at them to come in, giving up on words entirely.

Once they were inside and Dean wasn’t kissing Bela anymore the priest regained a bit of his composure. “If you’ll just wait here…I need to change, get my reading glasses and my text. I suppose I should wake up the groundskeeper to witness.” The last was mumbled to himself. “No matter,” he said brightening. I’ll only be ten minutes or so.”

“No problem! We only need five!” Dean yelled cheerfully. “Ow!” he exclaimed loudly when Bela elbowed him in the ribs.

“Do you think you can manage to be a look out for a few moments?” Bela asked as she made her way to the confessional booth. Before Dean could really answer, she had disappeared into the booth. Dean knew from the blue prints she’d shown him that she was entering an underground catacomb system. The rosary was there residing with a very dead priest.

Dean sat down on one of the pews, feet kicked up on the kneeling rail. His hands were crossed over his stomach. He might have dozed off like that (What! It wasn’t like he was getting loads of sleep these days!) However, he jerked awake when the priest walked back in. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and grinned.

“Missus has had me up all night driving here,” he offered as he glanced out the window. The Impala was still parked just off to the side of the church cemetery. “We’re from California.”

“Where is the young lady?” the priest asked, looking around.

“Just went to the restroom. Freshen up. You know how women are,” Dean grinned, his thumbs looped in the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back on his heels. “Or…guess you don’t. That’s gotta suck.”

“I’ve the Lord, my faith and my congregation. It does not ‘suck’ in the least,” the priest assured him.

Twenty minutes later they were discussing the finer points of faith when the priest looked up to Dean. “Son…I hate to be the one to say this but I think you’ve been ditched.”
“Sonnva…God…Jes-“ Dean stopped himself, unable to express any words that weren’t swears right now. He shook his head, biting his lips and trying to breathe through his anger. After several minutes he looked up at the priest. “Father, God is not on my side tonight,” he grumbled as he stormed out of the church muttering to himself “I am so killing Bela Talbot.”

Cause I couldn't go home [Just when things went right]

[Go Home]

“We gonna go closer, Dad?” Matthew asks from the back seat. Dean glances over his shoulder, hesitating before he nods. It’s like Doc Brown’s best invention yet back there. Little green and brown army men are strung all across the Impala’s back seat and Dean has to blink a couple of times to make sure it’s all real.

“Yeah…” Dean says slowly then nods, like he’s working himself up to something. The ‘house’ is really just some burned remains. Two house fires in twenty-five years. It’s got a bad luck rap that won’t go away.

“We don’t have to,” Brooke says quietly, her hand creeping over to cover Dean’s.

“Yeah…we do,” Dean responds. This is why he brought them here; to see where the person he is was born and to share the little bit of home he remembers with them. He opens the door and looks over at Brooke, shooting her a grin that is too cocky and too bright to be real. “Come on, we’ll walk around and then we’ll go have pie at the diner where I once had pie with my dad.”

Of course he’d had pie with John hundreds of times after that but it’s the time in Lawrence that really sticks out in his mind.

Dean picks Matthew up and sits him on his shoulders. He doesn’t want Matthew wandering around in the broken glass and debris. His boots crunch as they wander through it, everything of value taken long ago. It takes him a minute to get his bearings.

“That was the kitchen,” he tells Matthew and Brooke who’s right behind him. He knows she hates getting dirty and this is so far from her idea of how to spend a day but she’s there because he needs wants her there. “Mom used to make sugar cookies and she’d dance with my Dad while they baked.” It is a memory that is half hazy in his head. Sometimes he thinks he made it up entirely because he needs it to be real.

“Sorta like you and Mom?” Matthew asks.

Dean nods. “Yeah…sorta. I think Dad was a better dancer then than I am now.” They move on closer to what’s left of the staircase.

“Upstairs is where my room was and where Uncle Sam used to sleep,” he continues the tour.

“Why didn’t Uncle Sam come with us?” Matthew asks, his head tilted up to the sky where a second floor might have once been.

Dean shakes his head in response. “Nah…Sammy didn’t want to come. He’d rather stay and read books…or something.” This was never home for Sam anyway. He gets a little lost staring up those stairs because he can remember running down them, Sam in his arms and so afraid he was going to drop his baby brother. He knows the place is burning behind him and he’s terrified his parents are both going to die. He doesn’t know how he’s going to take care of Sammy. He doesn’t know how he can listen to his dad because he’s four years old and he can’t take care of Sammy by himself.

Brooke’s hand is light on his shoulder and he doesn’t realize until he feels it that he got lost. He clears his throat, blinking away the tears in his eyes and pastes a smile on his lips. “Ready for some pie? I’m ready for some pie.”
“With ice cream?” Matthew asks, house forgotten and pie on his mind. At five he’s easy to distract.

“Of course with ice cream,” Dean nods as they turn around and start back toward the Impala. He reaches out his hand, taking Brooke’s in his. “You guys mind to much if we just head home after pie? Don’t feel much like staying in a motel tonight.”