Title: "What We're Meant To Do"

Author: GinevraSummers

Rating: PG-13/Light R

Summary: Bela returns from hell with a mission of her own.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Authors Note: First Fic in a long time. Tell me how I did. Read and Review? Thanks for reading.

She remembers. That much she knows. She remembers the rack, the pain, the feeling of the knife carving into her, but what she remembers most is Dean Winchester standing above her with a look in his eyes that she's never seen before.

Then, Bela remembers everything going black.

She wakes up in a coffin buried six feet under the earth. She breathes heavily and tries to remember where she is, she wonders if this was another hallucination that Alastair has created just for her. As she breathes in the musky air and feels around her, she realizes a few seconds later where she actually is. Bela furiously pounds on the wood above her head. She can't breathe and she needs to get out. She knows there is no use in screaming for help. No one is around to help her. Even as the dirt falls onto her face, Bela manages to push the wood aside and start clawing to the surface.

It's dark when she gulps down her first breath of free air, finally free of the box that was confining her. It's so black out she immediately thinks she's back in the pit, and closes her eyes. Knowing that if she opens them, Alastair will be looking back at her.

Something cool brushes over her and for a moment Bela's heart drops her into her stomach before she realizes it's not the icy feel of metal scraping over her skin and it's only the night breeze drying the tears that are silently running down her cheeks. Bela manages to look up and around her and realizes immediately where exactly she is. She's at a crossroads.

"Bela" A voice breaks through Bela's inner monologue, and Bela instantly closes her eyes. Fearing the worst Bela curls into a ball awaiting the pain; she knows their tricks too well to let them fool her again. "Bela," As if knowing her inner turmoil the voice says again in a quiet and soft voice. "It's okay Bela, You are safe. Nothing is going to harm you"

She feels a hand reach down to gently touch her shoulder. She flinches and tries to move away from the person. But they have a tight but gentle grip on her. "Bela," the voice says for a third time and it could be her imagination but it sounds slightly annoyed."Bela, open your eyes."It takes a moment, but Bela opens her eyes and blinks up at the face peering down at her. Bela's eyes widen because he's absolutely one of the most beautiful people she's ever seen.

"Hello Bela" He says as he helps her to her feet. She wonders who this man is and how he has taken her out of the pit. His brown eyes lock with hers and she can't help but wonder if he can read her mind. He quietly murmurs "Welcome home Bela".

"W-who are you? What are you?" Bela asks while wincing at the hoarseness in her voice. She shouldn't be surprised. Lifetimes of screaming would ruin anyone's voice. The person standing in front of her smiles and Bela swears it looks more like a smirk.

"The names Gabriel, and to quote a friend of mine, I'm the one who gripped you tight- sorry about the bruise by the way, and raised you from perdition."

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This story has been in my head for months and I finally got the urge to write it. Its non-beta'd so if you see any mistakes, could you please tell me. If you have feedback, I would love to read it.

Thanks!- Ginevra.