Title: Bela's Back
Summary: Bela somehow manages to escape from hell. She is nothing but trouble for Sam and Dean. The question is: who has the balls to handle her?
General Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters in Supernatural. I don't make any money from these stories.
Notes: Takes place during season six. I wrote this personally. So if you don't like, don't read. Also, characters may not be in character at all times.
Warning: profanity, some chapters contain m/f spanking
Chapter One:
It was a cold night. The breeze hit Bela's skin as she appeared on the side of a rode. She was confused and stunned. One minute she was in hell, and now, she was standing on cement in the clothes she died in. They were perfectly intact; which was even more worrying considering she died being attacked by hell hounds.
"What the? Where the hell am I?" Bela mumbled to herself quietly.
No one was around, no one was driving by. It was just her, and the chilly, November air.
Bela started walking. When her shoes became uncomfortable, she took them off, and then proceeded to find out where she was.
For a few miles, Bela had been walking barefoot with no such luck. Then, she stumbled upon a road sign that said, "Scorra Lane." Beside it was a payphone.
Looking around on the ground, Bela found a dime and inserted it into the little slot. She called a taxi to come pick her up, and they said it would take about an hour.
There was nothing for her to sit down on. So, standing on tired legs, she waited for the taxi to arrive.
She waited quite sometime before a car stopped in front of her. It was black and oddly familiar.
Bela walked over to where the vehicle was before recognizing the license plate. Her only two options were either run or talk. She didn't feel like doing either, so when the car engine came to an abrupt halt, her mind was made up for her.
Speak of the devil and he may appear, Bela cunningly thought to herself as she bared a small smirk upon her gorgeous face.
Dean Winchester opened the car door and stood up like a model would. He looked infuriatingly sexy and it drove Bela Talbot insane. With his muscular frame, dirty blonde hair, sexy scruff, and to top it all off, his height. His physical appearance was literally the definition of perfect.
The woman who had just gotten out of hell an hour or two ago sincerely did not want to deal with this intruding man's personality at the moment though. But, she wasn't going to risk him doing something to her without having some form of a weapon ready at her disposal.
"Ah, well, if it isn't my favorite mess in flannel. What sort of a hell-bent-revenge-mission are you on now?" Bela asked him with as much subtle sass as she could.
He didn't say anything though. Dean just kept walking towards her at a calm, cool, and collected pace. It wasn't too slow, nor was it too fast. Once the eldest Winchester brother arrived at least two inches in front of her, he stopped and crossed his arms.
"How the hell did you get out?" He asked in a tone that made her bones shiver as well as rethink about the snarky comment she was going to respond with.
Bela hesitated in her answer. How did she get out? She hadn't really thought about that at all. One minute: not on earth; next minute: she is. It didn't make sense.
"I honestly have no idea," she told him softly and genuinely while looking into his eyes.
"Honestly," Dean repeated with amusement in his voice, but it still scared her a bit. "That's a word I didn't even know was in your vocabulary."
He started walking towards her, making Bela walk backwards.
"I mean it! I don't know who brought me back," Bela tried to convince him. She stumbled over her foot while trying to walk backwards and look at Dean.
Dean caught her by the arm and pulled her close to him. He brought his lips down to her ear and said, "we're gonna go some place and have a nice, long chat. Got it, sweetheart?"
When Bela remained silent, it made him impatient. So, he landed a quick swat on her petite rump. "Got it?" Dean added in a more dangerous tone.
"Aw!" Bela cried out as she was firmly pressed up against the building of a man. "Yes! I understand…"
"Great."
After their little chat on the shoulder of the rode, Dean grabbed Bela's upper arm and started to pull her towards him as he walked back to the black Impala. She didn't resist. Bela knew it would be useless. Besides, she was sort of intrigued by the dominant side of Dean.
Dean put her in the backseat of his car. She was a bit confused, so when he climbed into the driver's seat, she started asking him questions.
"Why can't I sit up front?"
"Because, I don't want your skank up here," Dean said with a smirk as he teased her.
"Where are we going?"
"Some place to talk. Now, shut up." He ordered her, but she didn't listen.
"It's not some dingy motel is it? You boy always stay in the most horrible motels. And I-" But she wasn't able to finish her sentence due to being cut off by an angry voice.
"Damn it, Bela. I will pull over and throw you in the trunk. Now, for the last time, shut up! I won't say it again."
Bela legitimately shrunk into her seat. She avoided all eye contact with Dean by looking out the window, and she avoided crying by thinking about the possible ways she could have broken out of the pit.
TO BE CONTINUED…