Disclaimer-I don't, regrettably, own Supernatural or any of the characters in this story that happen to appear in said show. They belong to Eric Kripke and co…lucky bastard…
A/N-I'm back! hope everyone likes the next part in this series. I think there's about fourteen chapters, and Still mulling over the ide for a third part. So anywho, enjoy!
Chapter 1-Starts With Goodbye
"Dean? How soon can you meet me? I know you're with Sam, but I need to speak with you…Please?" Bela knew her voice had taken on a whiney edge, but it was imperative that she speak to him.
She pulled onto the side of the road, willing her heart rate to slow if only a little. It wasn't helping that she kept replaying the scene where she almost crashed into him over and over in her head…
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Dean walked quietly through Bela's house and up to her room, knowing she was here purely by the fact that her car was in the garage. Seeing the door closed, he knocked gently.
"Come in…" Her voice was muffled by the thick wood. Dean turned the handle and stepped inside.
"What's up?" Carefully, making sure she didn't see what he was doing, he checked her for injuries. Apart from looking a little pale, he couldn't see anything wrong.
"I um…I almost ran into…someone…before…" Now he was getting the sense that something major was up. She was rarely this evasive, especially with him.
"Someone like…?" She wiped sweating palms on her jeans, drumming fingers nervously against her thigh. Dean watched this, giving her time to say what she needed to say.
Suddenly she was near to him, looking up into his eyes. Hers were wide and pleading.
"Dean, Hendriksen's here. You need to get Sam, and you need to leave."
"…But…Sam needs to stay at the hospital…just for another couple of days…" Now her hand was on his forearm, gripping so tight her knuckles were almost white.
"Do you not understand what I'm saying? When he finds you-because he knows you're here-he is going to take the both of you and lock you up. You need to get out of town and lay low for a while."
"How does he know we're here?"
"You've been in the same place for over a month, Dean. Makes it a little easier for him to track you down."
Dean sank onto the end of her bed, thinking hard.
"I don't…I don't want…" Bela could see where this was going. At the same time it made her happy to know he didn't want to leave her, it annoyed her that he even had to think about it.
"This isn't about me and you. This is about you and Sam…like it was before." Some part of her was screaming in protest; she shouldn't be saying this, he was the closest thing she had…
"You don't mean that." He knew her expression for what it was. She could force a smile, charm the pants off anyone she wanted. But since that first night, not Dean. Not anymore. The vulnerability they'd shared…it couldn't be taken back.