"I don't understand. Why are you here?" Sam enquired, wrinkling his head in focus.
"You boys never changed." Bela chuckled, analyzing the tacky hotel-room wallpaper, back faced to the dumbfounded brothers behind her.
Dean fixed a cocky grin on his mouth before clarifying something to Bela. "Well, if you ask me I think I've gotten cuter...As for Sammy over here? Well, same old same old."
Sam rolled his eyes at his big-headed brother.
"Still bursting with over-confidence I see." Bela stood straight, turning to face the two brothers.
Dean shrugged as he curled his lip in innocence. "Guess so."
Bela smiled.
"Okay enough of pointless conversation." Sam interrupted, as he stood up from the springy hotel bed to stand beside Dean. "Why are you here Bela?"
Bela shook her head in disbelief, the smile still wiping across her lips. "I'm surprised Sam, I come into your hotel room uninvited and all you do is question my absence and ask me why I am here! You should be glad I'm here! Overjoyed at the sight of my presence! Not querying me."
"Yeah Sam!" Dean exclaimed, smacking his brother's arm. "Let's not interrogate our guest just yet. Besides, there's more important things to get on with. So Bela how have you been?" Dean asked in spite of Sam's wondering mind.
"That's more like it." Bela aimed in Sam's direction, removing her jacket and making herself comfortable on the couch. "I've been splendid! Although the real question is," She paused before continuing. "How have you been?"
"Never been better." Dean grinned keenly, handing Bela a glass of water just as she requested as soon as she entered the room.
Sam shook his head in utter disbelief of his brother's actions. Why did he have to be such an idiot sometimes...?