WHO: Dean and Bela WHAT: Lazy afternoons. WHERE: Their house. WHEN: Nowish (slow time) WARNINGS: If Bela has her way.
Bela had come home prepared. After Atton had let her go, she'd gone and rented some terrible horror films, brought up the whisky bottle from the cupboard, and took off her knickers underneath her skirt. Why not give him a bit of a surprise?
She'd just been doing lots of thinking lately. Lots of talking about thinking and likely brooding. It'd been ages since she'd had any time alone with him, and well, it was her right to demand now. Not that she figured he'd object, unless Sam had asked him somewhere.
She picked up her phone and dialled his number, not sure if he were home or not. And even if he was, this house was big enough where it was practical to call. "Dean? Are you home?"