A/N: okay, so this is my first try at a multi-fic! Yay! three cheers for me! anyway, i really really hope you guys like it

there would be some major and i am not even sure if im going to follow the actual storyline.

set somewhere after Red Sky At Morning and probably gonna follow its own storyline.

HAPPY READING!

CHAPTER-1

Bela sighed, straightening her gown. The strobe lights illuminating her skin, giving it an earthy glow. Brushing her hair aside, she scanned the crowd waiting for her date to come back. The charity ball was boring as hell. God knows why she agreed to come here. Oh yeah, she perfectly knew why! That doofus had manipulated her into coming. He had tempted her that the estate contained a rare supernatural artifact that her client, that awful Grinch would like dearly. Little did she know that she was getting tricked into a date.

Gritting her teeth, she looked around for the fifth time. Scanning for the familiar jet-black hair but he was nowhere to be found." Seriously, what the hell? Even if it isn't date, who in their right mind leaves a woman unattended!" she muttered, walking off into the lawn.

The charity ball was held at a Grande Estate in queens. The lawn was so huge that she was sure that anyone can be lost here. The grass was fresh and trimmed. The moonlight making the dew drops sparkle. She inhaled the sweet aroma of the musk roses as she walked deeper into the maze. Her thoughts running back to the ball she attended just recently with the Winchester brothers. The ball wasn't anywhere compared to the ball she was present at but still, it was one of the most fun balls she had ever attended. Duping the Winchesters and pissing Dean was fun. Also, have him wear a suit and looking uncomfortable as hell was a plus point. She grinned at how flustered he looked that night. Well, too bad he didn't take her up on her offer.

Something rustled in the bushes beside her. Her brows furrowed, leaning forward to look at what was there.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

She jumped fumbling in her purse for her mobile. Without looking at the caller id she picked up, thinking it to be Sean.

"Yeah, Sean?"Her voice husky

"Who the hell is Sean?" a deep voice growled from the other end.

Straightening her back, she looked at the caller Id. Just the man she wanted to talk to, she thought trudging back to the ball.

"Yes, Dean? What do you want?" clearing her throat.

"Where are you?"

"Why should I tell you?" she countered.

"Bela, it's not the time to play games!" he shouted over the phone.

Stopping short on the entrance, she looked around for the distinct 67'chevy impala. The road was deserted. Looking ahead at the open doors of the mansion. She asked, "What happened sweetheart? You ready to take me up on my offer?"

"She is driving me nuts, Sammy!" she heard him say.

"Well, if you just have stuck to the point and not flirted, we wouldn't be in this situation!"

Bela chuckled. Oh, god'ole Sam.

"Listen, we need something!" Dean said after a brief pause.

"Sweetie, did you forget what do I do?"

"Of course I know that's why we called you in the first place!" his voice growing impatient.

"I don't work for free. A girl has to make a living. So, Winchester what are you offering me?" she smirked hearing him groan. She loved pressing his buttons and the reaction was always something worth watching or in this case hearing.

"Bela!" she heard someone yell from behind her. She turned around to find Sean at the doors, looking down at her. Walking towards her, he said, "Where have you been I was looking for you everywhere!"

Rolling her eyes she said into the phone," listen, call me tomorrow. I am a little tied up in something."

Dean cursed saying, "we need you now! Where are you? We will come pick you up, unless, you are doing something illegal!"

Biting her lip, she looked back at Sean, contemplating. The ball was boring and Sean was a jerk. Though the Winchesters were stupid, they were entertaining and who knows they could help her in earning some extra cash too. Giving them the address, she quickly disconnected her call.

She said," I have a friend in town. I need to go see him." Sean furrowed his eyebrows, taking her arm in his. He walked them back to the ball saying, "can't they see you tomorrow?"

Chuckling, "well, no. It's kind of urgent." suddenly, spinning her around, he pulled her into him and she gasped at the sudden contact of his hard body, pressing into her.

"What are you doing?"

"Dancing. I know you want to go and help a friend, blah, blah. At least dance with me before going."

Nodding, slightly she let him take the lead. He was well-built, tall like Sam with jet black hair. Any girl would swoon over him but she just never felt that way about him. They were sort of colleagues and he was persistent and stubborn as hell which irritated Bela to no end and reminded her of a certain someone with emerald-green eyes.

"Careful" he said and before she could comprehend, he dipped her. Getting her bearings, her gaze focused on a man, upside down who looked so remarkably like Dean. Pulling her up, he cupped her face, running the pad of his thumb along her cheek, Sean leaned in to kiss her. His lips touched hers softly; she stood frozen, not moving or doing anything. It just felt so wrong; it was like kissing her brother. She pulled away from him and smiled apologetically saying," I think its best we stay professional."

Turning around she locked gazes with Dean, who was leaning against the door frame, glaring at her. She walked towards the elder Winchester, leaving a gawking Sean behind her.

Dean had no idea why he agreed over this plan. Walking up to the mansion, he couldn't help the feeling of an outcast. It was huge, the ladies dressed to the nines and the men, oh the men, they were just trying too hard in his opinion. The ladies eyed his casual attire, shrugging in disgust. He smirked, walking in and spotted Bela on the dance floor with her arms around someone he didn't know. He saw other men looking at her, as she moved and swayed her hips. Rolling his eyes, he waited for her.

It was few minutes when he saw the moron dip her and Dean felt his breath knock out of him. Their gazes locked for a millisecond and he saw some recognition in her eyes. His gaze lingered on her back as she was pulled up, he quickly turned away. He knew the signs when a man was trying too hard and he saw it in the eyes of that idiot, holding Bela. His fists clenched at his sides when he saw him lean in, looking away he felt the anger climbing up his spine.

Bela Talbot was like a mystery to him. She intrigued him and made him curious about her. There was just something about her that made him lose his mind. The last time they worked together, he loathed her but holding her close protecting her from the ghost made him feel warm and told him that what he did was the right thing. She had style; he had to give her that. And it was becoming utterly impossible to keep her out of his mind lately and now with the dress she was wearing, it would be months before he gets her out of his head.

He saw her walking towards him, his eyes running all over her form, he involuntary licked his lips. Damn, he thought, his gaze lingering on her neck. He looked behind her at the giant oaf gawking at her, his jaw ticked. The nerve of that son of a bitch, he thought, smirking at Bela on seeing her flushed face.

Briskly walking out he headed for the impala,casting a few back glances so as to make sure she was following him.

Sipping his coffee, Sam looked at the mansion ahead of him. It's been close to thirty minutes and his brother was nowhere to be found. He saw a figure materialize out of thin air in front of him. His face contorted in recognition, it was the same girl. Every day, every moment he was left alone he would see her, calling to him. Her fingers curving, beckoning him to come forward. He stayed in his seat, tapping his fingers along the steering wheel. It's been a month now, at first he thought that she was a vengeful spirit but over time he realized that she was calling to him, to send her back. Why him? He was still figuring out. She would materialize anywhere, begging him to free her. He didn't know her and he was pretty sure he would have remembered a face like this. Last night when he was sitting in the balcony of their motel, Dean snoring loudly, he saw her floating in the air coming towards him. She descended down in the empty seat beside him, gracefully like a feather. He had looked sideways towards her, taking in her features. She was beautiful no doubt. Her white gown covering her olive legs, her face smiling and her blue eyes shining at him with hope. He had asked her that how can he help her? She had smiled and Sam found himself smiling too when she breathed out "Bela". Well, that took a great turn on his mood. His lips turned down, frowning. What does it have to do it with a petty thief? But he couldn't deny big brown eyes pleading to him. He had agreed but still had some lingering doubts.

Why would Bela, the great thief (as she liked to call herself), help them?

Staring at the girl in front of the car, he smiled at her and nodded saying, "she's here."

Smiling she walked towards him and compartmentalize in the seat next to him. She cocked her head to one side staring at him. She said," Tell her that my name is Reyna." Sam looked at her in confusion.

"She would understand" and she pointed in front of her before vanishing.

He directed his gaze forward to see Dean walking with... wait... was that Bela? Okay, Sam had to admit, she looked classy and every bit the girl he saw in the movies in his childhood, who would string along guys without knowing it. Innocent as hell, he scoffed. Bela was nowhere near innocent, she may look like one but he knew her. For Pete's sake she had shot him without even showing any remorse or guilt.

"Sam stop drooling and start the car" Dean shouted at him as he pulled the passenger side open and held out a hand to help Bela climb in. Rolling her eyes, she got in without taking his hand. Sam laughed. Dean had been touchy since their last encounters, his brother absolutely showed the signs of denial. Starting the car, he called out to Dean, who was staring at Bela with narrowed eyes.

"Come on Dean, she can't wait anymore!"

Grumbling, his brother climbed in and closed the door loudly.

Turning towards Bela, Sam asked," you want to come to motel with us?"

"Oh hell no, take me home so that I could change out of this god awful dress."

"Why princess? I thought you were born for the rich life." Dean clipped in.

Here we go again, Sam thought groaning to himself.

"Dean Honey, you wouldn't even know what being rich is."

"Oh and you know? Tell me Bela, how you feel stealing people's hard earned money by selling them dark artifacts and putting a death stamp of confirmation on their heads."

"Well, it's quite lavish, you know, living in a big house, servants at your beck and call and the intense happiness that money brings. At least it's better than the cockroach infested motels you Winchesters call home!"

"How you sleep at night, boggles me!"

Before Bela could open her mouth to reply. Sam held up his hand silencing her. He said," we know Bela. Tell me where your house is, we will take you there. You change and come with us. Okay?"

She nodded. Turning towards his brother, he said sharply," and you stop with the charade. I want this done as quickly as possible." His brother glared at him and then at Bela before huffing like a child and turning his head to look outside of the window.

Starting the car, they drove into the night towards Bela's loft.

A/N:i really do hope you guys like it. Leave a review please?