Bela turned uncomfortably on the floor; the thin blanket Dean had laid down for her to sleep on top of hadn't made an ounce of difference on the hard wooden floor in the hallway. She closed her eyes and saw a flash of red light and a meat hook; she saw the demon flash before her holding the knife. A big grin spread across his face.
"Bela!" She opened her eyes to find herself sitting upright and Dean kneeling next to her with his arm around her shoulders, she was trembling and her face was wet with tears. Sam was watching from his doorway concerned.
She tried to tell them that she was okay but she couldn't say anything. She couldn't stop herself from shaking, tears streamed down her face.
Dean pulled her closer to him and wrapped his around her and pushed her head gently to his shoulder.
"Shh" he whispered into her ear, she felt his head turn towards his brother and knew that they were exchanging a look
She tried to compose herself; she opened her mouth to say "Dean, I'm fine" but all she managed to say was "Dean" before she began sobbing harder.
"Shh, it's alright Bela" He said softly stroking her hair
"Come on" he said slowly pulling the two of them to their feet
"Dean I'm-" her voice broke
"Come on" he repeated holding her tightly against him and leading her into his room
They sat in his room for a while; his arm was draped across her back while he waited patiently for her to be able to speak again.
"I'm sorry about that," she said finally wiping the tears from her face
"Don't be" he looked at her seriously "You were in the pit for four years, and every month up here is like 10 years down there" he smiled
"You know you don't look half bad for an older chick"
She smiled and laughed softly against her heavy tear stained face
"Oh God it smells awful in here" she laughed again
"I know" He smiled at her softly
"How are you doing?" he rubbed her back gently
"Better, I think I'm done blubbering like an idiot now"
His hand felt so warm on her back, she hadn't been embraced in so long that a part of her wished that the moment could last forever.
"Great" he said standing up "Time for a drink"
He reached down and grabbed the bottom of her arm helping her to her feet, he held the door for her and they made their way down the stairs
Dean went into the kitchen while Bela waited in the living room, she sighed deeply
"Get a grip," she thought to herself "He's just being nice to you because you look like a damsel in distress to him, control yourself."
He walked back in the living room "We got nothing."
"Really? Dean Winchester doesn't have a liquor store in his cabinets?"
"I see that you're feeling better" He raised an eyebrow at her and walked over to the table where he left his keys.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"I don't know about you, but I want still want a drink" he said walking out of the front door.
She followed
"Honest," she laughed, "When I heard that car come up behind me I thought for sure I was going to be pinched"
"Well was there any truth in what they were saying?" He asked before taking another swig of his beer
"You mean was I cheating them out of their money?" she put her beer down on the table
He shrugged
"No Dean I didn't steal it. I hustled that money fair and square"
He made a face of approval
"It's kind of funny, you know" he smiled
"What is?" She smiled curiously
"It's a small world. Who would've thought that you would end up in Chicago at the same time me and Sam just finish a case"
"I know, I didn't think I'd ever see you boys again"
"Why did you miss us?" he raised an eyebrow at her
"I don't know, I never thought of it, I definitely wouldn't have pictured us having a drink together if did ever see you again" she emptied the rest of her beer into her mouth and swallowed
"You're telling me" Dean nodded
"So Dean, it's been four years, I figured that you would've had a girl by now, some kind of crazy hunter"
"I had a girlfriend for a while" He looked down "I lived with her an her son for a year"
A flash of jealousy surged through her like a bolt of lightening and then was gone
"Whatever happened to her?"
"Didn't work out" He said and finished his beer
"Has anyone ever told you that you drink beer like you're in a commercial?" she smiled
"What?" He looked at her confusedly
"No really, you do it all in slow motion like you're a model doing an advertisement" she laughed
"Okay, you're drunk" he shook his head and smiled as he stood up from his seat
"I'm no light-weight Dean, it takes more than a few beers to take me down" she stood up shakily
"You mean six beers and a shot of tequila?"
"Still no matter, I have an amazing tolerance" she blinked slowly
"Well it looks like you're tolerance has worn off" He reached out and grabbed her wrist and lead her outside to the car when they were a few steps from the car she pulled her wrist from his hand and stopped walking
"Dean" she said seriously
"What?" he said looking up after finding his car keys in his jacket pocket
"Thank you for this"
"Oh you're definitely drunk," He said reaching out for her again
She pulled back again "No Dean I mean it, thank you"
He stopped and looked at her "It's nothing" he sighed, "You're welcome"
"Dean, I'm sorry I tried to kill yo-" he reached out and grabbed her arm
"Okay, that's enough let's go" He lead her to the passenger's side and opened the door. She got inside and he closed the door behind her before walking over to the driver's side and getting in.
"I think I like you better when you're drunk" he said when they were on the road
"I think I like you better when I'm drunk too" she smiled out of her window
"Come on, we're back" he nudged her
"Hmmm, okay" she was leaning on her door half asleep
He sighed and came around to her side and opened the door, and bent down holding her up by her shoulders
"Are you okay to walk?"
"Of course silly" she replied without moving
"Of course you are" he grumbled and reached one arm behind her back and the other under her legs scooping her up in his arms
"Dean?" she looked up at him as the fumbled with the door
"What?"
And she drifted off to sleep.