I Loathe You Bela, I Do
Dean sat at the cheap motel desk, writing a letter that he was never going to send. He knew it would be a waste of time since Bela was already in Hell but he felt like he needed to talk to her. To say how much he loathed her.
Dear Bela...oh crap that sounds too sappy. Oh well.
Bela...I seriously cannot describe how I hate you. But I'll try. You have a black soul; a hateful soul. You lie. You cheat. You steal. Like you stole the Colt. And the rabbits foot; you could've seriously killed Sam, you idiot. Towing my car away like that, oh that was pure evil. That was my baby! Seriously, I feel like I want to punch you over and over again to wipe off the smirk off your face.
Also tricking us to steal the Hand Of Glory; you bitch! Sam just had to endure the sick company of Aunt Gertrude...although it was funny...You steal, lie, manipulate, cheat. You killed a family member. Who was it, Bela? Was it Mom? Dad? Brother or sister? In other words you are just a son of a bitch. You don't deserve to live. I am glad that we didn't save you from the hellhounds.
Anyway have fun staying in Hell...bitch.
Sincerely, (Gah you don't deserve a 'sincerely' never mind)
Dean
"Dean!"
Dean jumped about a foot in the air and quickly stuffed the letter back into its envelope. Yes, he actually got an envelope. He wasn't planning to send it to the post box; just keep it under his pillow.
"What, Sam??" He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, "You scared the crap out of me!"
Sam trudged in, carrying his laptop. "Ruby came by today...she thinks she found a way to save you from the hellhounds."
"She did?? Thank God."
"Yeah, she says that she could somehow track Lilith down...I don't know how she's going to do that. Then again she is a demon..."
"Well, we know she's in New Harmony, Indiana, right?" Dean asked, staring at Sam, wide-eyed.
"Yeah so we need her help-"
"Hey, Sammy! I still don't trust her. We've made grave mistakes in the past. Now I say we kill Lilith on our own."
Sam seemed to be in deep in thought. Dean thought so anyway until Sam said," Who are you sending that letter to?"
Dean glanced down at the envelope. "None of your business!" He said quickly, hiding the envelope beneath a stack of books.
Raising his eyebrows, Sam replied, "Right..."
Deab blushed slightly then quickly covered his face. But it was too late. Sam saw it.
"So you have a new girlfriend, Dean?" said Sam, his mouth curving up a little to a smile.
"Just shut up Sam."
Dean grabbed the envelope from under the books and stalked away, keeping his face low.
"So who's the lucky girl?" asked Sam after him.
"Just shut the hell up!"
Chuckling, Sam went over to the desk and started to call Ruby again to find out if she'd had any new news to tell.