Mr. And Mrs. Winchester

"Ofcourse I want something in return for my help." Bela said casually.

"Oh ofcourse you do princess." Dean mocked. "What do you want this time? Money? Rich mans tux? Old ladys' silver collection?"

"Dean!" Sam glared. "That's enough."

Dean rolled his eyes and leaned his shoulder against the door frame. Sam watched his brother giving him the 'shut up' look. Bela's eyes shifted between the two brothers, she was greatly amused. They needed her.

"What do you want Bela?" Sam asked.

She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. Sam watched her carefully, just because she was helping them, doesn't mean she was trust worthy. Dean slowly clicked the safety of his gun to 'off'.

"I want the hand towels from the Hotel. We take them, they are mine." She smiled as Sam grew irritated.

"Oh you are a bitch." Dean mumbled.

Bela turned to Dean. "That's no way to talk to your wife, you're sleeping on the couch." He raised one hand and rubbed both eyes in frustration, then his jaw dropped ready to spew his comeback.

"Dean!" Sam looked at his brother and shook his head. "Go to the other room." There was a moment of delay before he turned on his heels and walked into the next room.

Bela leaned closer and whispered. "You, Sam Winchester, are twisted." She smiled. "Calling me from across the country to come here." She looked back making sure dean was not around. "When do I get my payment."

"After." Sam whispered back.

"He seems fine to me."

"Well he's not." Sam argued. "If he were,do you think I would be here?"

Her eyes shifted as if she was thinking very hard. "Hmmm, true, but I like to think you boys enjoy our little get togethers."

"Get togethers as in, you steal something valuable we chase you down, and in the process I get shot... Again." He said flatly.

"Grazed. Not shot, grazed." She folded her hands together. "But out of everyone to call, why me."

"Because you won't let him mope around and feel sorry for himself. Plus, your life is on the line, I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it." Bela rolled her eyes and Sam grinned. "In other words, just... Milk it." She nodded. "C'mon Dean," The blonde appeared in the doorway. "We're leaving."

"Finally, better check you still have your wallet." He joked.

"Nice seeing you boys." Bela said as they walked towards her door.

"We'll be back tomorrow to plan everything out." Sam pulled the door open.

"Dean," Bela called out sweetly. "No goodbye kiss?"

"Bite me Bela."

"Maybe later hot head." She winked playfully and Dean groaned.

Sam closed the door behind. "I think she likes you." Sam teased.

"Shut up."

"What?"

"I Said SHUT UP!" Dean marched down the hallway into the hotel lobby. Sam smiled to himself and followed.

The next day the two hunters were at Bela's room 8:00am sharp. Dean pounded on the door aggressively not caring if she was still asleep. Sam shot him a disapproving look to which was ignored. The door opened and Bela smiled.

"Good morning boys." She walked towards the kitchen and gesture them to follow and sit. "Tea?" They shook there heads.

Sam pulled out newspaper articles and pictures. "I did some research, apparently these aren't the first killings at this hotel. Some years ago, the owners wife was brutally murdered."

"By?" Dean and Bela asked simultaneously.

"Don't know, authority's suspected the husband. But the charges were dropped."

"Why?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "A year later, he remarries then dies of a heart attack. And that's when the killings started. Every 3 years, after his death, newly wedded women mysteriously commit "suicide"...all during the month of July."

"So what are we dealing with? Angry ghost?"

"Looks like it." Sam said was he shuffled through papers.

"Alright." Dean stood up. "Let's go burn us some bones."

"One more thing Dean." Sam said. "This ghost is only attacking newly wedded women."

"Yeah I got it."

"I don't think you do." Dean's eyes narrowed. "Newly weds tend to be... Happy and" he paused trying to find the right words.

"And what." His brother growled.

"And.. Uh.. Normally.. They don't want to kill each other." Sam smiled trying to comfort Dean.

"And where are you going to be while I'm playing the good husband? Hm?"

"Here. Doing research."

"What research?"

"Well last time I checked, your hell clock is still ticking away. I figured it would be a good chance to read up on the books."

"Great, just great. Any other tips for me Brainiac?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Good. I'll be in the impala." Dean left the kitchen and made to leave.

"Sweetheart," Bela called. "My suitcase is by the door. Mind bringing it to the car for me." Mutters came from the room, but nevertheless he picked up then suitcase and slammed the door behind him. "Well he's just ecstatic about this job isn't he." Sam sighed. "Lock up if you leave." She ran her fingers through her soft hair before leaving the room.

Dean sat in the impala with his eyes pulled into a furrow and his mouth in a straigh line. He hand both hands planted on the steering wheel and didn't bother to acknowledge the thief as she sat in the passenger seat.

"Try not to screw this up Dean. I really want those hand towels."

"Me screw this up?"

"I seem to recall a couple of times you have been at fault for -"

"You know what, I'm going to be the best goddam fake husband you've ever had." He turned the car on and put it into gear. "Ever will have!"

"We're not sleeping together."

"Good. You can sleep on the floor."

Bela watched the driver from the corner of her eyes. She wasn't against sleeping with him, but he would have to earn that privilege. Like a good husband should. Some part of her felt sorry for him. She had admit, a world without Dean Winchester would be hell. She wondered how long Sam would survive without his other brother coming to rescue him. Or how many people would die because he wasn't there to save them. Not to mention how boring her theft life would be. No more causal flirting, or death threats. She sighed, part of her hoped Sam could find a way to save Dean. But deep down, she knew there was no hope for him.

When they finally arrived at the Hotel, Bela had fallen asleep with her head against the window. Dean parked and looked over at the sleeping beauty. Sure he was attracted to her, but he in no way, shape or form, trusted her.

"Hey! Wake up Princess!"

She shifted in her seat and turned to face him. "Here already?"

"Yup. Now get the hell out of my car."

"It's so cozy in here."

"It? No sweetheart, she. She is cozy. Not it."

Bela opened the door and stepped out. The sun was bright and gave of warm rays that sent a shiver down her body. She pulled on her sunglasses and turned to her companion who had pulled out her suit case and his duffel bag from the trunk. He stood beside her and looked at the hotel once more. She reached for her luggage.

"I got it." He said out of reflex. "C'mon." In one hand he held his duffle bag and her luggage, his other grabbed hers and they walked into the lobby.

"Don't forget to smile."

"I am smiling." He said through clenched teeth.

The girl behind the counter was young, not older than 26. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her name tag read Rachel. She smiled as Dean and Bela approached.

"Good morning. Welcome to the Hampton Inn Hotel, I'm Rachel. How can I be of service today."

"Hi." Dean smiled. "My wife and I hear fantastic stories about this hotel." Dean harshly tugged Bela beside him and wrapped his arm around her waist. "We just had to experience it for ourselves."

Rachel smiled. "Wonderful. How long have you been married?"

"A week." Bela said quickly. "Newly weds."

Rachel's smile grew bigger. "Well congratulations. Is there anything specific you were looking for in your room?"

Dean smiled. "Third floor."

"Okay." Rachel typed on her computer.

"Two beds." Bela added.

Rachel looked up at Bela then at Dean feeling quiet awkward.

"One bed, very sturdy." He pulled Bela closer and squeezed her silently asking her to shut up.

"One bed and one couch."

"Okay. First and Last names?"

"Winchester, Dean and Bela Winchester." Dean answered.

"Fantastic. Here are your keys, and if you need anything else. Just let me or my mother know. The number to our desk is in your room." She pulled out the keys from her desk and placed them in Bela's hand. "Enjoy your stay."

"There is one more thing you could help us with."

"Yes sir. What do you need?"

"A couple stayed here a few days ago. The Turners. I just wanted to know... What happened."

"Oh I'm sorry sir, I'm not really supposed to talk about it."

"Please. They were uh- good friends of ours. They actually recommended this hotel to us."

"Sweetheart, that's not all they did for us." Bela added. "His friend Alex set us up on a blind date. Had it not been for him, I never would've met the love of my life." Dean gaged at the bullshit flowing out of his wife's mouth."

"Well... I'm not entirely sure what happened. They checked in, did regular couple activities. Then on the third night, Mr. Turner called the desk saying his wife had locked herself in the bathroom and slit her throat and wrist." Rachel frowned.

Bela sniffled and fanned her face. "I'm sorry." She inhaled and her eyes watered. "It's just.. They were so perfect together." Tears rolled down her face. She kicked Dean in the shin and cried louder.

He placed their baggage down and wrapped his arms around her. "Shhh..." He rubbed her back. "I'm sorry Rachel."

"No no, it's quiet alright. Umm please. Mrs. Winchester don't cry." Rachel handed Bela tissue. "I apologize." Bela buried her face into Deans chest trying to calm her fake tears.
"I'm sorry.. Umm.. How about I had a service boy take your bags up to your room. Free of charge."

Bela turned to Rachel. "No it's quite alright."

"I insist. Infact, the chefs are baking pie. I'll request a freshly made one be brought to your room by noon."

"You don't have to."

"It's my pleasure." Rachel handed Bela another tissue. "Please."

Bela wiped her eyes and looked up at Dean. "Well thank you." She handed the keys to Dean.

"Thank you." Dean pulled Bela towards the elevator and waited for the doors to close. "Fake crying?"

"It got us pie didn't it?" She clicked then buttoned destined for the third floor. "You need to step up Dean-o. Your wife cries you don't just bloody stand there."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were capable of such a human emotion."

Then the doors open, they both stepped out and looked around until they found their room.

Dean chuckled and pointed at their room number. "69." Bela pushed him inside and shut the door. "What?"

Bela sat on the bed and bounced softly. "Soft. Too bad you won't be sleeping on it." Her wicked smile grew.

There was a knock on the door to which Dean answered. A young boy carried in their luggage.

"Tip?" He asked. Bela pulled her wallet from her purse and handed him a twenty. "Thank you."

"Hey kid. See anything weird around the hotel?"

"Like what sir?"

"Oh I dont know,many cold spots. Flying objects. Writing on the walls."

"Not that I've seen sir."

Dean nodded, "Thanks." He shoved the kid out and closed the door.

"So sweetheart. What's our first order of business."

Dean opened his duffle bag and pulled out his gun. "I'm going to take a look around." He zipped the bag back up and tossed it on the bed beside Bela. "Hide those."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Order room service. Go out to the pool. I dont care." He shoved the gun in his pants and fixed his jacket so it covered the piece.

"Oh, aren't you romantic." She said sarcastically. Dean ignored her. "Dean..."

"What."

"I know you hate me. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy our time here." She traced the stitching of his duffle bag with her polished nail. "Nice hotel, good food, good company, all on my account." She smiled genuinely at Dean.

He looked back at her unsure. Maybe he was being a bit of a bitch about the whole situation. He leaned back against the wall and nodded. "You're right. I'm.. I'm sorry. I'm acting like a big bag of dicks..."

"I understand more than you think. The whole 'I'm dying' thing. I understand. You realize things when you hear your life clock ticking away." She unzipped his bag and began pulling out his clothes. "After all the wrong you've done in your life..." Her hands folded his shirts and smoothed away the wrinkles. "You feel like it's the last chance you will get to make things right."

"Bela.. I-"

"Room service!" Dean swiveled around and pulled the door open. "Good morning. I'm Megan, my daughter is Rachel. She told me to deliver a freshly baked pie to the Winchesters." Megan handed the tray of pie to dean. "I hope you enjoy your stay. Dinner is served at 6pm in the diner lounge and the pool is open all day and night as well as our gift shop."

"Thank you." Bela said kindly. Dean waved Megan goodbye and shut the door. He turned back to Bela who had neatly folded and stacked all his clothes. "Dinner at 6?"

"Sure... 6." He edged towards the door. "I'm going to..see what I can find."

"Okay... I'll unpack."

Dean quickly fled the room to avoid any more conversing. He shuddered and imagined himself having dinner with Bela.

Hello readers:) this is my first supernatural fanfic. im not sure if I'm really capturing their personalities, so please review and make suggestions on what I can do to make the story more realistic to their dialogue. Thank you :)