Okay I don’t know if this counts but I did this little scene according to the 00Silva scene in Skyfall with a little twist. Hope you like it!
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Somehow it always seemed to end up this way. He gets in bed with a pretty lady (sometimes she just happens to be his partner on the case) and comes out getting caught and trapped. This time was different though, he’d willingly gone to meet the man who had been harassing Jo, his partner on this case (and sometimes in bed) and in doing so was now trapped here in some goddamn abandoned building, tied to a chair. And the best part was the villain had yet to show himself.
There was a whirring sound now as though there was an elevator descending and then Dean saw it, the little box of an elevator from which a man emerged, dressed in a crisp black suit just like his but a little different, hands in his pockets walking over to him with confident strides.
“Hello Dean, welcome,” the man said with a smirk as he took off his shades, folding it and hanging it on his shirt, his deep blue eyes trained on him, “do you like island?” he asks waving the rest of his men off so that they are the only two there.
Dean swallowed, he knew the man, “Benny?” he questioned raising a brow, “Shit, what are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Fuck…you? You’re the one who’s responsible for Jo?”
Benny nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting down before Dean. “Did you enjoy it the chase?”
Dean didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t seen Benny in years. The last time they had worked on the same case Dean had found out that Benny liked him. Like like him that is. And now here he was, the man who had threatened Jo, captured him and tied him to a chair.
“Last I heard you were sent on some undercover mission…” Dean said his eyes looking to Benny’s for confirmation.
“I was decommissioned, didn’t Meg tell you?” Benny asked knowing full well that she hadn’t, “You’re her favorite agent,” he added clapping Dean on his right shoulder. He caught it the little wince, the involuntary grimace of pain. He had been wounded, “yet here you are barely recovered and already in the line of fire. What exactly is she thinking?”
“What are you doing?” Dean asked feeling Benny’s warm callused hand on his neck, thumb stroking the column of his neck soothingly before the man unbuttons his shirt, his hand pushing the white shirt aside, caressing his skin. Dean shudders as Benny’s finger traces over the bullet wound, then gently presses it.
Benny’s lips quirk into a half smile as Dean’s breath hisses out in pain, “Still hurts huh.”
“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked as Benny’s finger traced downwards.
He chuckled, “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Were you jealous of Jo?” Dean asked seeing the fleeting emotion pass in Benny’s eyes at the name and knowing it was so, he smirked, “You are.”
“Do you want to know why I was sent on the ‘undercover mission’?” Benny asked ignoring the previous comment as he moved on to the next topic, miming inverted commas on the word.
Dean gave him a, ‘I’m listening’ look.
“Meg found out about it. About me. And about you and how you’re involved,” Benny began, his hands resting on Dean’s legs now. “She didn’t like me. Thought I’d get in the way of you. So she took me off the case sent me packing with a nice fat cheque thinking I’d not disturb her best agent,” Benny said. He had missed Dean, and to see him, to get his attention would be to turn over to the side of the villains (well not really, it was more of a show), “I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help what I wanted. You,” he growled hands caressing the length of Dean’s clothed legs an indication of his physical need, “you’re what I’ve wanted.”
Dean’s eyes widened at the statement as he swallowed past the growing lump in his throat. Actually saying it out made it all the more real and Dean didn’t need that. Not when Lucifer was the main mission and he was getting further and further away from him the longer he stayed here with Benny who was fooling around being a villain just to get his attention.
"Well there's always a first time for everything," Benny coaxed him as he got off his chair, standing behind Dean now, fingers ghosting down his arms to the bonds that held him captive.
Dean smirks Benny had clearly mistaken his fear on that, "What makes you think it's my first time?"
Benny laughs pressing his lips to Dean’s ear, "Interesting fact Dean,” he whispers, a hand on Dean’s shoulder as he pulls off the ropes easily.
As soon as the rope is off, Dean knows he’s got a chance at running. He and Benny are alone and he knew how Benny fought. So he played it cool as he turned to face Benny, “Interesting fact indeed,” he said as he leaned in close to Benny who gripped him tight pulling his body up against his. Then they were kissing. And Dean took hold of Benny’s arms, loosing them from around his waist as he pretended to hold hands with him. He found himself reluctant to break the kiss though so he stayed, a little longer. Three seconds. He promised himself three seconds, before he pulled away and ran, headed out of the abandoned building.
“Dean!” Benny called after him.
“Call me!” Dean shouted over his shoulder smirking at Benny’s shocked expression, “I’m on a tight schedule!” he said before Benny was out of his sight.
He was sure that Benny would find him again sooner or later and when he did, Dean would explain everything to him.
Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, James Bond [Sort of NSFW]
Somehow it always seemed to end up this way. He gets in bed with a pretty lady (sometimes she just happens to be his partner on the case) and comes out getting caught and trapped. This time was different though, he’d willingly gone to meet the man who had been harassing Jo, his partner on this case (and sometimes in bed) and in doing so was now trapped here in some goddamn abandoned building, tied to a chair. And the best part was the villain had yet to show himself.
There was a whirring sound now as though there was an elevator descending and then Dean saw it, the little box of an elevator from which a man emerged, dressed in a crisp black suit just like his but a little different, hands in his pockets walking over to him with confident strides.
“Hello Dean, welcome,” the man said with a smirk as he took off his shades, folding it and hanging it on his shirt, his deep blue eyes trained on him, “do you like island?” he asks waving the rest of his men off so that they are the only two there.
Dean swallowed, he knew the man, “Benny?” he questioned raising a brow, “Shit, what are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Fuck…you? You’re the one who’s responsible for Jo?”
Benny nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting down before Dean. “Did you enjoy it the chase?”
Dean didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t seen Benny in years. The last time they had worked on the same case Dean had found out that Benny liked him. Like like him that is. And now here he was, the man who had threatened Jo, captured him and tied him to a chair.
“Last I heard you were sent on some undercover mission…” Dean said his eyes looking to Benny’s for confirmation.
“I was decommissioned, didn’t Meg tell you?” Benny asked knowing full well that she hadn’t, “You’re her favorite agent,” he added clapping Dean on his right shoulder. He caught it the little wince, the involuntary grimace of pain. He had been wounded, “yet here you are barely recovered and already in the line of fire. What exactly is she thinking?”
“What are you doing?” Dean asked feeling Benny’s warm callused hand on his neck, thumb stroking the column of his neck soothingly before the man unbuttons his shirt, his hand pushing the white shirt aside, caressing his skin. Dean shudders as Benny’s finger traces over the bullet wound, then gently presses it.
Benny’s lips quirk into a half smile as Dean’s breath hisses out in pain, “Still hurts huh.”
“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked as Benny’s finger traced downwards.
He chuckled, “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Were you jealous of Jo?” Dean asked seeing the fleeting emotion pass in Benny’s eyes at the name and knowing it was so, he smirked, “You are.”
“Do you want to know why I was sent on the ‘undercover mission’?” Benny asked ignoring the previous comment as he moved on to the next topic, miming inverted commas on the word.
Dean gave him a, ‘I’m listening’ look.
“Meg found out about it. About me. And about you and how you’re involved,” Benny began, his hands resting on Dean’s legs now. “She didn’t like me. Thought I’d get in the way of you. So she took me off the case sent me packing with a nice fat cheque thinking I’d not disturb her best agent,” Benny said. He had missed Dean, and to see him, to get his attention would be to turn over to the side of the villains (well not really, it was more of a show), “I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help what I wanted. You,” he growled hands caressing the length of Dean’s clothed legs an indication of his physical need, “you’re what I’ve wanted.”
Dean’s eyes widened at the statement as he swallowed past the growing lump in his throat. Actually saying it out made it all the more real and Dean didn’t need that. Not when Lucifer was the main mission and he was getting further and further away from him the longer he stayed here with Benny who was fooling around being a villain just to get his attention.
"Well there's always a first time for everything," Benny coaxed him as he got off his chair, standing behind Dean now, fingers ghosting down his arms to the bonds that held him captive.
Dean smirks Benny had clearly mistaken his fear on that, "What makes you think it's my first time?"
Benny laughs pressing his lips to Dean’s ear, "Interesting fact Dean,” he whispers, a hand on Dean’s shoulder as he pulls off the ropes easily.
As soon as the rope is off, Dean knows he’s got a chance at running. He and Benny are alone and he knew how Benny fought. So he played it cool as he turned to face Benny, “Interesting fact indeed,” he said as he leaned in close to Benny who gripped him tight pulling his body up against his. Then they were kissing. And Dean took hold of Benny’s arms, loosing them from around his waist as he pretended to hold hands with him. He found himself reluctant to break the kiss though so he stayed, a little longer. Three seconds. He promised himself three seconds, before he pulled away and ran, headed out of the abandoned building.
“Dean!” Benny called after him.
“Call me!” Dean shouted over his shoulder smirking at Benny’s shocked expression, “I’m on a tight schedule!” he said before Benny was out of his sight.
He was sure that Benny would find him again sooner or later and when he did, Dean would explain everything to him.