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Wasn't that Supernatural? (Hawkril x yuuki)

Hawkril

Planetoid
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Jan 9, 2009
Dean Winchester, one of the famous brothers that was easily known for his escapades with women, but this was the last year he had to live before his contract would send him down to hell. All to save his little brother, Sam Winchester, but he didn't really have many thoughts in the world except for the fact he had to dress up in a tuxedo right now before heading to the party. The best part of this night was he could put up with it if he was heading there with a deliciously beautiful babe like Bella, but he wasn't quite on speaking terms with her at the moment. Wanting more than nothing to just get as far away from her as he could, eventually warming up to her after this recent hunt him and Sam had picked up. A ghost ship having appeared out of thin air and a spirit making it's victims drown on their own, an odd coincidence, it almost seemed like there had been no job for them to examine here at first.

Making sure his face was actually clean-shaven he stood around 5'11" or so, and normally wore his leather jacket on his torso as well as a white muscle shirt underneath. Of course he always had blue jeans on, but today was a special event so he was wearing a tuxedo and he felt like a penguin almost literally, "Maybe I should waddle a bit, might set the mood more.." he said softly slowly walking down the stairs to stare at his date. Or at least that's what she was supposed to be today, and Sammy was already at the party with his older date. Dean was going to make fun of him later for that, which brought a knowing smirk to his full lips, his short spiky brown hair not even having hair gel in it to keep it in place. Waiting for her to remark on the outfit before they even went anywhere, his blue eyes examining Bella's form thinking she actually looked pretty stunning in that dress. "Wow.." was all he said to her, and probably knew she was expecting more of a reaction out of him.
 
Bela Talbot stood in the living room, waiting for her 'date' to arrive. Getting under Dean's skin was Bela's favorite hobby as of late and this is no exception. He was still peeved with her after she got his precious Impala towed. The dress she had on was stolen from a boutique in a nearby town and it fit her rather well, pushing her breasts up nicely. The necklace she wore was stolen, yet again, from a jewelry store back in New York. Under her skirt, a knife was tucked into the garter of her thigh-highs just to be certain. She also had a lot of pins in her long brown hair which was loosely piled on top of her head.

Hearing Dean walk down the steps, she turned and smirked, "Mmm... you look delicous, Dean, darling." She said in her British accent. "We should have hot, angry sex." She teased him as she walked up to him, her hands trailing up his chest as she reached to fix the collar of his tux. He smelled wonderful, utterly masculine. "Are you ready? Sammy and Gert are already at the party. He must be having loads of fun there."
 
Dean was almost certain Bella was testing his nerves, except the way she adjusted his tux almost made him hard on the spot which was rather unusual for someone of his own composure. "I'm sure he's having a blast...shall we go?" he asked her softly soon trailing towards the vehicle she drove, not really caring about her actions at the moment. Although he had gotten his Impala back eventually, hoping that no one would notice how he got it, yet with a little coaxing from Bella he had managed to convince her to let go of the charges. "You've gotta be kidding about the hot, angry sex.." he said to her softly, and then started to make his way up to the doors of the exotic mansion after Bella had driven them there. Surely a delay would be occurring but there was many people at this party while Dean was trying not to be feisty about what he wore either.

"So, how's the party going Sammy?" he asked his brother as soon as they came in, walking up to Sammy and Gert as Sammy updated them both on what was going on. The buyer had become interested enough in the ship that there was going to be a chance to actually take the bottle, although there was no indication of how to get upstairs. Noticing how tight security was, Dean slowly muttered, "Great, now how are we supposed to get past this?" he asked softly.
 
"I have an idea. But you have to play along." Bela whispered in his hear. Her sexy British accent usually had men at the tip of her fingers but not Dean. This made it a little more fun. Placing her hand on Dean's arm, she pretended to swoon then faint, hoping to God that he would catch her or else she would be splayed out on the floor.

Even with her eyes closed, she could hear the people in the room react to her fainting spell. Hopefully, the host would allow them to go upstairs so she and Dean can go to steal whatever it was they needed to steal so that they could finish this case and she could be on her merry way. She could also steal the Colt in the process. But she had to figure out how first.
 
Dean caught Bella in the midst of her fall surprising him completely as he grazed his lips over her own accidentally in a soft kiss, this caused a jolt of anxiety to run through him as he did so. Eventually one of the guards was standing right nearby, "Hey! Can you get us a room? She's my wife, and if I don't get her somewhere safe to rest for a bit, she'll go into a coma.." he said softly. Of course the guards were not that bright and soon Dean was carrying Bella in his arms like a true gentleman, although he just wanted to let her fall on the floor. One part of him was mysteriously thinking about how sexy she was in that outfit as a bulge would be pressing against her form all the way up the stairs. After the guard escorted him to the presidential suite, Dean soon mustered up the courage to say, "Right here, I don't think she'd want to go any further than the stairs."

Of course, the personal security guard obliged and agreed, "Alright, don't take too long sir." With that he slowly set her down on the bed and then sighed softly, "Well a little more head's up would have been nice.." He said to Bella hiding his obvious discomfort from being around her at the moment.
 
"Well, if I told you, you would have given us away." Bella spoke as she sat up, looking around them. "A coma? Really, Dean?" She stood up, running her hands over the dress as it had gotten wrinkled when he carried her up. "I thought you were so much more better than that." She smirked then looked around her.

"Now... where is that relic? We need it before Gert rapes poor Sammy." She teased.

Bella notices an adjoining room and she takes a hair clip from her hair and proceeds to pick the lock, telling Dean to watch out for the guards.
 
Dean was merely watching Bella's graceful figure as she casually walked over towards to the next room eventually letting his lips purse slightly in thought of what she might think if he did try having some fun with her. Eventually going out to look for guards, making sure no one would sneak up on her while his mind pondered what dastardly idea she had planned for him and Sammy. Surely there would be more than just words to explain what they were doing in that room, but a few guards were just wandering around downstairs.
Of course Dean never agreed to this plan anyways, despite the heads up of her so-called operation, twitching a little bit as his head swiveled back and forth. "Somehow, this feels so wrong on so many levels, considering we're letting you help us..' he said softly once more to Bella.
 
"All you can do, Dean, is trust me." Bella unlocked the door and opened it, entering the room. There were many artifacts here and she whistled at Dean so he would come over. "If you want to get this assignment over with as quickly as possible, you'll have to get your mind out of the gutter. I'm here to help you. Is that so hard for you to swallow?"

Just then Bella heard some guards walking down the hallway. She pulled Dean back into the other room and lay down on the bed just as the doorknob began to turn. She grabbed Dean and kissed him hard, moaning softly as she did so. It was all for show but it wasn't really that hard to make it believable.
 
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