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Dean Winchester ([info]doubleup) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-05 00:16:00

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Entry tags:bela talbot, dean winchester, nonobits switcheroo

Who: Dean and Bela.
What: Dean is drunk and goes into her room by accident.
When: After Dean goes barcrawling, after this thread with Sam.
Warnings: Probable swearing, possible sex as it is Drunk!Dean.



Dean was elated. He'd been at the pub for a solid three hours and hadn't paid for a single drink. He was certain that boobs were the international currency in regards to men. But now he was a bit too tipsy, as he'd lost some body weight with the change, and overestimated how much beer he could drink.

He staggered into a bedroom, a bit dizzy, ready for the comfort of cool sheets on a king-sized bed.



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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 07:00 am UTC (link)
"We?" Bela raised an eyebrow - it was still possible for her to do so. "And I've managed. I think." God, of all the topics she did not want to brush with Dean.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 07:03 am UTC (link)
"In different beds, yeesh. I mean, you don't gotta go to bed at the same time as me. Just figured you were gettin' ready to turn in."

He shrugged and looked back at her, hesitantly making for the door. She was the only one he knew - besides Che, and she was just getting used to having a body anyway - that was dealing with this shit. Part of him wanted to connect, where the rest of him wanted to wrinkle his nose. Bela was hot, but she sure as hell wasn't cuddly.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 02:02 pm UTC (link)
"I was." Her mouth, however, betrayed her. "Do you think we're stuck like this?"

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 03:47 pm UTC (link)
Dean shook his head. "No. I don't think we will. At least, I hope not." He felt himself moving away from the door, moving back closer to her and the bed.

Dean had to force himself to think of Bela as her, still - and he hoped she was paying him the same courtesy. It would've been harder if she still didn't look so much like herself. Even as a guy, she kept the same expressions, the same mannerisms.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 06:31 pm UTC (link)
If he'd asked, she would have answered in the affirmative. The way he held himself, even top heavy, was still uniquely Dean.

Bela shrugged, looking up at him. She was about to make some dry, pithy comment, when her own mouth surprised her again. "If we're stuck like this ... I'll have lost about everything, you know."

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 08:11 pm UTC (link)
Dean sat back down on the bed, looking over at her. "And that sucks. But you're still you. So I don't think you've lost everything. A lot, sure. And I'm sorry."

He patted her hand gently, a "there-there" gesture he usually saved for grieving women that he and Sam were interviewing. But he didn't know what else to do. Bela wasn't really a friend; he was mostly putting her up 'cause he had the space, and he didn't want to be a dick.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 08:14 pm UTC (link)
She could guess what the gesture was for, and her mouth quirked in a mockery of a smile. "Normally," she said quietly, "I would tell you to save your pity." But he was in the same situation as her, for the most part - it wasn't pity coming from him; it was commiseration.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 08:19 pm UTC (link)
Dean closed his eyes and pictured Bela's actual body, her real curves and the deep frown her real lips would take.

He leaned forward and kissed her, imagining how it would look if they were in their regular bodies.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Somehow she didn't shove him away - whether it was a stupid moment, giving into some subconscious impulse, or just not wanting to be alone, Bela kissed him back, letting her all-of-a-sudden awkward hands fist in the long blonde hair.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 08:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean pushed forward a little, his fingers going for her hair and finding it awkwardly short. He pulled away a bit as she moved her face, chuckling.

"Stubble sucks from the other side," he mumbled, moving to nibble on her ear.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 08:45 pm UTC (link)
Bela chuckled. "Apologies; now you know how we all feel." Her hands rested on his (worriedly trim) waist, half inclined to pull him on her lap. What am I doing? Do I care much?

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 09:10 pm UTC (link)
Dean pushed her back by the shoulders, gently trying to guide her toward the mattress. "Yeah, but you all like the stubble."

He leaned back to tug off his shirt, only getting stuck on his boobs once.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 09:15 pm UTC (link)
As they went, Bela had to admit, they were a nice set of breasts. She raised one eyebrow at his comment, but she didn't say anything. Maybe she could imagine they were hers?

No matter. She kissed him again, landing on her back, letting the robe fall open.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 09:24 pm UTC (link)
Dean didn't mention that she'd replaced a dude with little to no chest hair. Granted, he shaved his off too, but that was so if he had to tape a bullet wound shut, he wouldn't rip out hair after it healed and add insult to ex-injury.

But he wasn't thinking about that when he got on his knees and started kissing her harder, kissing southward down her (freakishly flat) chest to run his teeth over a (augh, no boob!) nipple.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Bela purred at the feel of lips on her skin, though her brain did throw up a red flag as his mouth pushed downward. "You might not want to do that."

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 09:41 pm UTC (link)
Dean blinked. "Aww, shit." He pouted out his lower lip, sulking a bit. "Fine, I owe you when you get your normal junk back." He'd forgotten in the heat of the moment, but moved back up.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 09:43 pm UTC (link)
It was good that he said 'when' and not 'if.' "I'll collect," Bela murmured, figuring why not go out on a proverbial limb and ran her (borrowed) hands over the (borrowed) breasts. She wanted to hear him moan, oddly enough.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Dean blinked, shivering a little. "I - what the hell." He felt his back arching, and he unhooked the latch in the front. He was glad he'd gotten that kind and not the kind that hooked in the back, or else he'd have gotten stuck.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 09:50 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Bela smirked. She groped harder, helping him out of the bra. "This is what it feels like for us," she murmured, not quite sure what she was doing, but amused all the same. Those rented eyes were going just a bit glassy.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 11:19 pm UTC (link)
Dean tossed his bra aside, trying to get Bela to grope him again. He felt downward, rationalizing that it was a chick's dick, and that it wasn't gay at all, and that afterwards, things would still be the same.

Besides, he'd jerked off approximately eight million times before. It was sort of the same, or so he told himself as he started to idly pump her in his left hand.

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 11:25 pm UTC (link)
Bela's mind was running roughly the same way, slipping her hand between his legs, smirking at every little noise she made him make. It was some sort of odd disconnect where she was just having a wank like she had before - only it was accompanied by quite a pleasant soundtrack.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-05 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean blinked, whimpering and grinding against her hand, eyes closing. The noises he was making were high pitched and wanton, like some sort of pornstar.

Hell, I'm gonna get myself off from her tryin' to get me off. Though she is helpin'.

He kicked back the covers to move underneath them, laying down and motioning for her to move on top of him.

"This in no way means that I'm gay or that you're a lesbian, and it will never ever ever ever leave this room. Got it?"

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-05 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Bela rolled her eyes, crawling up on top of him. "Of course, Dean; I'm just dying to shout that I've shagged you, let alone as a bloke." She kissed him again before he could offer any kind of sarcastic reply, mind still trying to work to tell her that the soft, warm body under hers was in fact her own.

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[info]doubleup
2008-03-06 05:24 am UTC (link)
Dean had his eyes closed, back arching him upward into the kiss. He was fantasizing about how it would be if he had his own body, about how he'd pin her with his hips and hands by the waist and shoulders, maybe fist one hand in her hair and thrust into her hard.

Dean loved his women soft and sweet, liked how their skin felt like satin and how their mouths could taste like bubblegum and sex. He was finding the male body - as far as him fucking one - most distasteful. Too hard, too bitter, too pointy. No sweet round edges to caress and nibble.

So he imagined, and smiled a bit to himself. "When this is all over, and we've got ourselves back, we're gonna do this right, woman."

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[info]ltldropofpoison
2008-03-06 05:53 am UTC (link)
Bela's mind was buzzing, she had to admit, so she simply nodded, wrapping her ungainly hands around a waist far too small, pulling him down. She didn't know if it was some unconscious urge or simply a need to get laid and feel like she wasn't utterly fucking alone. Either way. "Dean ... "

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(no subject) - [info]doubleup, 2008-03-06 06:06 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]ltldropofpoison, 2008-03-06 06:27 am UTC
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