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After two hours of waiting, the group finally decided someone had to go talk to Bela, feed her at the very least. As Dean put it 'She's a conniving bitch, but even she's gotta eat' To Sam's dismay, Kevin volunteered to go, he was back within minutes.
"She ate that sandwich as fast as a leviathan would eat it's prey!" Kevin exclaimed, laughing.
"Does she still seem… out of it?" Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes at the understatement of Bela's mental well being.
"If you mean crazy, then yeah, definitely" Kevin remarked, setting the plate down. "What are we even gonna do guys, we can't keep her locked up in the dungeon forever."
"We kill her. That's what we do! We have no reason to keep her alive!" Dean shouted, annoyed.
Sam looked to Cas eyes pleading. Castiel nodded, recalling their earlier conversation. He thought for a moment.
"Dean. We need to know who raised Bela and for what purpose. It is essential to us she remains alive." he explained.
"Yeah" Sam added on, like a child hiding behind an adult would.
"She almost killed us too many times to count! And she had my car towed Sam. MY CAR. BABY!" Dean yelled
Castiel chucked softly at Dean's protectiveness over the Impala. True, he had despised riding in cars at first, but he began to love the Impala as well. The music, the smell, it was all so Dean. Cas quickly shoved the thought away and tried to tune into the current conversation. When he was an angel, he hardly noticed feelings like these, but now as a human, they were harder to ignore. A lot harder.
"It's settled Sam, we are going in together, you aren't going to interrogate Bela alone." Dean said, making clear his decision was final. He strode with purpose towards the stairs down, and Sam followed quickly, pausing next to Cas, who was zoning out to thoughts of Dean and the Impala.
"Way to help me out back there Cas! Who do you want Dean to fuck? You, or Bela?" he snarled, walking quickly to keep up with Dean. Sam instantly regretted shouting at the angel, but he hurried after Dean to see Bela
Normally, Castiel would react a certain way to a remark like that. He would be furious, or hurt. He would mostly feel betrayed after telling Sam what he considered to be his deepest secret, and trusting him to keep it. But he couldn't. He was too hung up on what Sam had said. He didn't understand. He couldn't ask Sam what it meant, the younger Winchester would think he was stupid. He couldn't ask Dean, for obvious reasons. Then the angel realized who he could ask, someone wise. Kevin.
Castiel approached Kevin's room eagerly.
"Hello prophet!" he said, smiling from Kevin's doorway
"Oh, hey Castiel," Kevin greeted the angel while taking off his headphones and pausing his video game. "Do you need anything?"
"Yes, i need to ask you something, actually" Castiel relaxed his posture slightly and swung one arm back and forth slightly. He was acting what the humans called "nonchalant". He wanted an answer, but he didn't want his secret revealed.
"So," he said as cheerfully as he could muster "Is it possible for two male homo sapiens to perform intercourse?"
Kevin looked extremely uncomfortable, however Castiel failed to detect the obvious awkwardness of the conversation. "Uh… what." The prophet managed.
"Can two men have sex." The angel clarified, hoping Kevin would understand.
"Uhm…. I suppose if they umm….have...anal." Kevin got out, flustered.
"That means picky, right?" Castiel asked, cocking his head slightly.
"No. Butt." Kevin tried to explain, not longer looking at the angel and instead turning back to his video game.
"But what?" Castiel asked
Kevin sighed, defeated. "Look it up if you have to. just don't use my laptop."
Sam and Dean strode confidently in the room where Bela was tied up. Her head was forward, hair blocking nearly all of her, the ends of the strands barely grazing her legs. She was asleep. Sam approached her and reached out his hand. to move the hair from her face. As his hand came near, Bela jerked her head up, and even after all the years of hunting every ghost, demon, and every evil thing they had crossed paths with, he still slightly jumped.
"I was hoping to see the other Winchester." She peered around Sam. "Ah, there he is." she said, laughing.
"Quit playing games Bela. Tell us who raised you from hell." Sam insisted.
"Ah yes, hell," Bela snorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "There's a fun place!"
"I just said stop with the games. We need to know this. I don't want to hurt you but I will" Sam stated, pulling a knife from his pocket.
"Oh, please. I needed you, but you let me die. I've been in hell so long. 480 years! I was in hell back when it was a waiting line!"
"We tried to-" Sam started
"No you didn't!"
"YOU SOLD THE FUCKING COLT. WE COULDN'T HELP IF WE WANTED TO!" Dean yelled, walking up to join Sam.
"Watch your temper there. The angel on my shoulder wouldn't like it so much. Speaking of him, he has a message for you two. It's especially for you Sammy. Check my back pocket."
Sam didn't even protest to the nickname. He walked up behind Bela and slipped two fingers into her back pocket. He pressed his lips together and he thoroughly searched the small tight pocket.
"Uh Sam, other pocket" Bela smirked.
The younger Winchester quickly snatched the paper up, embarrassed. He unfurled the note and read it to himself. It was one line of messy scrawl with a smiley face drawn on it.
Sorry for the inconvenience. You'll need her soon. -Gabriel. P.S: I'm still alive.
Bela was out of the dungeon the next day.
