#prettylittlebela

[67chevy-broomstick]

Can't Do This || Dean & Bela

It felt like Dean was going completely out of his mind. He crashed around up in his deserted dorm, pacing as he struggled to figure this out. What the fuck, man? He didn't even know why he felt this way. It's not like he cared, right? Of course not. He wanted to go out into the Forbidden Forest, but not if he was gonna run into Moriarty again. 

Alright. Fine. This was it. He just needed to go talk to her. Remind himself how much of a pain in the ass she was and how much he really didn't like her. He strode out of the room, full of purpose. She had to be somewhere in the castle, right? He searched through corridor after corridor, the sea of faces not yielding the one face he was hunting for. 

There, across the hall, he spotted her. Instead of calling out, he followed behind her, pushing through the crowd as he closed the gap between them. Once close enough, he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "We need to talk." He stated. 

[67chevy-broomstick]

Owl to Bela

Bela- 

I'm going home taking off for a couple weeks. Thought you might want to should know. 

-Dean.

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Dean didn't know why he was writing to tell her. But after the other day in his dorm room, it just felt like the right thing to do. He held the parchment against the stone wall of the owlry as he scrawled the messy note. He hadn't planned out what to say beforehand, like Sam no doubt would have. Now it was messy with crossouts and blots, but whatever. He secured it to the leg of his owl- a somewhat weathered Western Screech, before carrying the bird to a window and casting it off. In a few powerful wing beats she was beyond the visibility of the window, and he started back down the stairs.