Bonds Tested

Red Sky At Morning -- Stench of Sex

"I'll tell you why." Bela hums. "Who cares? Find the hand, burn it, and stop the bloody thing."

"Why you telling us all this?" I ask irritably.

"Because I know exactly where the hand is." Bela smirks.

"Where?"

"At the Sea Pines Museum." She states. "It's a macabre bit of maritime history. But I need help."

"What kind of help?" Sam asks.

~*****~

Dean grunted irritably as I furiously tied his tie. "You're choking me, baby," He commented with a chuckle. "Leave it for the bedroom."

"Sorry." I sigh and loosen my grip. "Just a little wound up."

"What's taking you two so long! Sam's already halfway there!" I hear Bela shout from downstairs. "With his date."

Dean huffed angrily and led me out of the room. "I'm so not okay with this." Dean called out.

"What are you? A woman?" Bela teased. "Come down, already!"

Bela looks star struck by the time Dean and I get downstairs. "All right, say it already-- I look ridiculous!" Dean barked.

"Not exactly the word I'd use." Bela hummed.

"What?" I ask irritably.

"You know, when this is over, the three of us should have really angry sex." Bela suggests.

I suddenly feel the urge to cover my body. I'd never really worn such a nice dress. I felt like one of this prissy girls who sat in on operas. "Don't objectify us." Dean finally says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Let's go."

I stride ahead of Dean and feel a light swat to my backside. I glance back at Dean's cocky grin. Of course he'd be happy about that.

"So, how hard are we gonna rag on Sam for, uh... his date?" I question as I get into the Impala.

"Oh, I am so not going to let him live it down." Dean laughs.

~*****~

"God, I feel so weird here." I complain quietly.

"Don't worry about it, baby," Dean hums as he loops his arm around my waist.

I glance up at him and groan. "Are you chewing gum?" I ask angrily.

"Oh, my god," Bela groans. "Will you try to behave as if you've lived this life before?" Bela asks angrily. "Yeah?"

Dean chewed his gum for a moment before gazing around, taking his gum out of his mouth, striding over to the fountain, and sticks it to the underside. "I'm..." I trail off as my cheeks flush. Bela is glaring at me. "I'm so sorry... Let's just... go to the bar."

I stalk into the room, and I can feel all sorts of gazes on me as I keep my head down.

"Can I get--"

"Champagne, please, whatever you have." Bela interrupts me. "Please do not tell me you were going to order whiskey-- this isn't a dive."

The bartender pushed over two champagne flutes, and left us to drink. I hated champagne. "How long do you expect me to entertain my date?" I hear Sam ask.

"As long as it takes." Bela chirps.

Sam is just glaring at her with a look of pure loathing. "Look, there's security all over this place, alright?" Dean reassured his brother. "This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so..."