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CHAPTER-2

"...Cause I'm back
Yes I'm back well I'm back
Yes I'm back
Well I'm back back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Back in the back of a Cadillac..."

Bela groaned for the seventh time in an hour. Dean's singing was horrendous and his awful taste in music was frustrating her to no end. Was it too much to ask for soft-soothing music? She thought staring at the back of his head as it bobbed to the beat of the music. Sam was sneaking glances at her; she knew he was suspicious of her, hell, who in their right mind wouldn't be?

Suddenly, the car came to a halt that made Bela fly head first into the back of Dean's head, knocking him forward. Groaning, she rubbed her head with the back of her palm.

"What the hell Sammy? If you don't know how to drive baby then give it back to me!" Dean shouted angrily, rubbing the back of his head.

"What are you a woman? Whining about your car! When we could've catapulted through the wind shield."

"Hey! Sorry, it's just I saw her standing in the middle of the road and it just came out as a reflex!" Sam looked at them, his eyes wide with worry.

"Who did you see?" Bela asked, looking between them.

Dean growled, "None of your business!"

"It is my business! Since the past hour you guys have been talking about someone! And I have no clue! So, if you need my help...I need the full back story!"

Rolling his eyes, Dean scoffed. Sighing Sam said," There is this girl..."

"You Winchesters and your awful need to help a damsel in distress." Bela said sarcastically.

Ignoring her he continued," she needs help and she asked for you"

"What? Do I look the helping type?"

"Yeah that was my answer too!" Dean said, smirking.

Oh, how she would love to wipe that smirk of his face. "Sweetie shut up before I unload my pistol into your thick skull."

"Oh, I would love to see you try!" he challenged her. They both glared at each other. Sighing Sam started the car again, the mysterious girl forgotten.

15 minutes later.

Bela and the Winchesters entered the elevator quietly. Pressing up the button to her floor, she glared at them hard. At least Sam had the audacity to look ashamed while Dean acted as if it was all her fault. Well, they needed her help and she would, in no way, help them without an extra price. Hell, she didn't even know the full story.

She blamed Dean for distracting her. The elevator pinged, sliding the metal doors. She stepped out shivering slightly. Odd, she thought, it was never this cold in here. She wrinkled her nose at the god, awful stench. She looked back towards the Winchesters, seeing them looking around suspiciously. She made her way towards her door, fumbling in her purse for her keys when she noticed her door was slightly ajar.

"Dean..." she whispered quietly towards them. Taking out her gun she walked in the pitch black apartment. She was met head first with the stench of blood, stumbling slightly she steadied herself, leaning against the wall. Sam and Dean followed behind her their guns drawn out.

Exhaling a breathe she turned on the lights, the sight that greeted her was what she hadn't expected. Her home was ransacked; it was like a hurricane ran through it. Furniture upturned papers everywhere windows shattered. She ran inside towards her living room to find her artefacts broken and its pieces everywhere in the room glistening.

"Isis!" she called out to her beloved pet. "Isis, where are you?" she called again. She frantically looked around the room, running up the stairs to her room and searching it thoroughly. Under the bed. No. Behind her dressing table. No. she ran back down to the living room to the kitchen where she frantically pulled open cabinets after cabinets looking for her cat.

"Where are you?" she said, her eyes darting back and forth in the kitchen.


Nodding to Sam, Dean walked towards Bela. Sam went upstairs gun in hand and started checking around for anything.

Her back was to him, her hair flying everywhere and her breathing was ragged. Dean felt bad for her. She was trying so hard to find her pet. Who knew Bela had a heart? He thought. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he said,"Bela, do you have any idea who could've possibly done this?"

He felt her tensing up, slowly retracting his hand back; he looked around her shattered loft. Someone was trying to find something that much was sure by now.

Taking in a ragged breath, Bela turned around composing herself. She said," What do you want?"

Scratching his head," it's okay, we can work on it tomorrow morning, let's just find out who did this." Gesturing towards the broken furniture and the papers strewn across her floor.

"Get out!" she said sharply.

"What?"

"Are you deaf I said get out! I don't want to help you! If you want my help then deposit one million dollars in my bank account by tomorrow morning!"

Dean gaped at her. Just a minute before, she was shivering and a total mess over her pet and now she was acting all bitchy and mean.

"You really are damaged? Aren't you?"

She walked away from him towards the sink, filling a glass of water. "Takes one to know one Dean." She replied, sipping her water.

He stood there studying her before shaking his head. "Sam, let's go." He called out to his brother.

They stood staring at each other as the minutes ticked by. Sam walked in eyeing them." what happened?"

"We are leaving."

"Huh? Bela is coming with us right?" he asked, looking at her rigid form.

"No, she is not. She doesn't need our help." Dean retorted back angrily.

Casting her cold eyes at Dean, she said slowly," Get out! Before I call the police"

Cursing Dean stepped forward. "What the hell is your problem? We want to help you, woman!"

Taking a step forward," I don't want your help! Ever since I ran into you and your brother I have had nothing but bad luck!"

"And it is my fault how?"

"Seriously? Your father didn't teach you anything Dean? Or was it he chose Sam over you?"

If looks could kill, Bela would have been six foot under the ground by now. Grabbing both of her arms. He leveled his face with hers, sneering," at least I had a father. Unlike you who killed her parents in cold blood."

Her eyes hardened but she didn't say anything. They were breathing hard by now. Pulling Dean away from her, Sam said, "Dean, Wait for me in the car. "

"Ten minutes or I am leaving you behind!" Dean growled, walking out, slamming the door shut.

He stared at her. Someone had to be blind like Dean to not to see the facade she was putting on. Sam was no fan of Bela but in this moment she looked utterly completely broken. As much as she denied that she doesn't care for anyone, nothing could change the way her eyes showed the pain that she was experiencing and what shocked Sam most was all this fuss was over a pet.

Awkwardly, tapping her shoulder, he said,"i m sorry for everything that happened."

"I don't need your pity, Sam." Folding her arms across her chest, she huffed.

"I know that. Listen, we need your help..."

"But I don't want to unless you pay a million dollars by tomorrow morning."

"Would you let me finish?" when she didn't say anything, he continued, "See I have been seeing someone's ghost for the past month, maybe a week or so after our last meeting."

"So, what do you want me for?"

"Her name is Reyna and she told me to look for you."

Recognition crossed her features, she looked at him skeptically, "how do you know her?"

"I don't actually but she has been insisting that we meet you and help her." He replied, scratching his head.

"Okay."

"What?"

"I said okay! Seriously, you and your brother have such weak ears. How do you even go on hunts?"She said sarcastically, walking away from him to her room.

"That's it. Okay?" he asked bewildered at the sudden shift in mood.

"What did you want to hear then?" she said from her room, her voice a little muffled.

"Well, to be honest, loads and loads of screaming!"

She walked out in a baggy shirt and denims, carrying a duffel bag on her shoulder.

"I am full of surprises Sammy. "She teased.

His eyebrows must have reached his hairline by now. What was she playing at? One minute she was screaming murder at Dean and the next all friendly and ready to help them.

He said, "Who is Reyna?"

He saw something, flicker in her eyes but before he could catch it, it was gone. Walking toward the door, Sam followed her. She said quietly, "she was a friend."

After that they didn't talk till they reached the impala. Sliding inside, Dean looked at him and then at Bela questioningly, his earlier anger seemed to be dissipated. Shaking his head, he nodded forward telling his brother to drive back to their motel.


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