She was going to Hell. There was no way out. Not by stealing the Colt, not by killing Sam Winchester, not by sucking up to Crowley, or kissing Lilith's ass. She was going to die- going to burn for all eternity… And for once, she was scared. Imagine that. Bela Talbot, international thief, scared. Terrified. Since "Abby" died and Bela rose from the ashes, fear was not a part of her vocabulary. Excitement, yes. The rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins was a familiar feeling, but never before had it been driven by fear. The only bright side to stealing the world's most important gun was that Dean would be taking the elevator downstairs too. But, it was Hell, and he hated her. He'd be glad to rip her apart.
Even on Earth, as he stands there with the cool metal of his Colt 1911 pressed to the space between her eyebrows, she knows that he'd take any chance he got to make her suffer.
"You don't want to kill me, Dean. I could help you." She's begging. She doesn't want it to end this way. Not like this, not at his hands. She'd rather be taken by Lilith's dogs- be torn to shreds until she's nothing more than a bloody smear on the carpet. He looks above her, to the doorframe, keeping the gun pressed to her head. She knows he can see the Devil's Shoestring nestled neatly above the door. He's smart. He'll figure it out. If not him, then Sam. She almost wants it to be him, though. He shakes his head and puts down his gun.
"You're not worth it. You're in for much worse." She can't tell if his expression is one of sympathy, or anger, as he tries to push past her to leave. She grabs his arm- She doesn't want him to go. She's scared, and she knows he is too.
"I'm not lying. Her name is Lilith. The demon who holds your contract." He stops and turns around to look at her. She swears she can almost see a tear in his eye.
"Why are you telling me this?" He asks, his hand still on his gun. She looks away, a tear rolling down her own cheek.
"Because, just maybe you could kill the bitch." He drops his weapon on the ground and grabs her around the waist. "Dean…" She's confused. He should be halfway to Fresno by now. He shakes his head- There's nothing to say. He has her, and it may just be his last chance.
"If you had just come to me, or Sam, we would have helped you out. Bela…" She's sobbing. His own eyes are filling to the brim with tears.
"I know. I know you would have helped me. That's what you do." He nods, starting to pull away before he brings her in closer, kissing her fiercely. Tears are streaming down both of their faces- for they know this will be the last time they ever meet again on Earth.
"Trying to save a world that can't be saved?" He says after breaking the kiss. "Even if it can't be saved, I'm not going down without a fight." He kisses her again, this time pressing her against the wall as the clock strikes midnight. The howls are starting. The echoing, bone chilling cries of Lilith's hounds.
"It's time." She says ominously. "I guess this is goodbye." She breaks the embrace, and walks into the bathroom. Dean doesn't dare to follow her. When he hears the ghostly pang of a gunshot, he knows he was too late.