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SPN: We See The Strangest Things
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Bela, Dean
Referenced characters: Sam
Pairings: implied Dean/Bela
Contains: AU?, genderswitch
Rating: PG
Summary: It's actually a wonderful opportunity to have that steaming hot hate sex, if you look at it from a certain perspective (Dean's). For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"This is about the most ridiculous and annoying thing I can think of," Dean says. That doesn't stop him hooking a finger in the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it out so he can look down at his new breasts.
Bela rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. You fight supernatural beings every day and this is the strangest thing you've come across? Do me a favour, and go fondle yourself elsewhere."
Dean looks up quickly and almost smirks. "Bet you want to go and fondle yourself a bit."
"I'd rather not. I can get other people to fondle me, unlike some."
"I'm so hurt. Really. I just can't live, now, because you insulted my ability to pull. Excuse me while I go and drown myself."
"Truth hurts."
Dean rolls his eyes. He hasn't really looked at her yet, but now he does, sweeping his eyes over her. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling the weird new shape of herself, feeling her clothes ridiculously tight, revealing. Dean's grin doesn't help, no matter how well she pretends at not caring. "So now you're a guy, and I'm a girl. Maybe we should have that hate sex now."
"Are you hitting on me? Right now? The depths to which you'll sink, Dean, really -- "
"You're curious, right?"
She doesn't even look at him. "Let's just call your brother, and try to figure out how to reverse this."
"Sure," Dean says, surprisingly. Then, "Is that a cellphone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
She gives him the blankest, coldest stare she can muster up. It's pretty cold and blank. Marred only by a little squirm of discomfort.
Men. No wonder they can never keep their minds on anything for more than five minutes at a time. She really needs to get her body back the way it should be. Fast.
Dean's smirking even more.
Main characters: Bela, Dean
Referenced characters: Sam
Pairings: implied Dean/Bela
Contains: AU?, genderswitch
Rating: PG
Summary: It's actually a wonderful opportunity to have that steaming hot hate sex, if you look at it from a certain perspective (Dean's). For
comment_fic."This is about the most ridiculous and annoying thing I can think of," Dean says. That doesn't stop him hooking a finger in the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it out so he can look down at his new breasts.
Bela rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. You fight supernatural beings every day and this is the strangest thing you've come across? Do me a favour, and go fondle yourself elsewhere."
Dean looks up quickly and almost smirks. "Bet you want to go and fondle yourself a bit."
"I'd rather not. I can get other people to fondle me, unlike some."
"I'm so hurt. Really. I just can't live, now, because you insulted my ability to pull. Excuse me while I go and drown myself."
"Truth hurts."
Dean rolls his eyes. He hasn't really looked at her yet, but now he does, sweeping his eyes over her. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling the weird new shape of herself, feeling her clothes ridiculously tight, revealing. Dean's grin doesn't help, no matter how well she pretends at not caring. "So now you're a guy, and I'm a girl. Maybe we should have that hate sex now."
"Are you hitting on me? Right now? The depths to which you'll sink, Dean, really -- "
"You're curious, right?"
She doesn't even look at him. "Let's just call your brother, and try to figure out how to reverse this."
"Sure," Dean says, surprisingly. Then, "Is that a cellphone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
She gives him the blankest, coldest stare she can muster up. It's pretty cold and blank. Marred only by a little squirm of discomfort.
Men. No wonder they can never keep their minds on anything for more than five minutes at a time. She really needs to get her body back the way it should be. Fast.
Dean's smirking even more.