Title: Bela's Back

Summary: Bela somehow manages to escape from hell. She is nothing but trouble for Sam and Dean. The question is: who has the balls to handle her?

General Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters in Supernatural. I don't make any money from these stories.

Notes: Takes place during season six. I wrote this personally. So if you don't like, don't read. Also, characters may not be in character at all times.

Warning: profanity, some chapters contain m/f spanking

Chapter: four

Bela opened her eyes to the morning dawn shining through the window. Her old routine flashed through her mind for a quick moment and it made her smile. Wake up, nice, warm shower, coffee, a fancy breakfast of some sort, get dressed, and prepare for work, she thought as Bela sat against the bed's head board. Now that she didn't have a routine, she didn't quite know what to do.

"I think I'll just take a quick shower…" Bela mumbled quietly to no one in particular.

The shower she took was an estimate of five minutes since she only was washing her body. After that, she brushed her hair and teeth and then dressed in the clothes she wore the day before. "Ugh, I'm glad we're going back to my flat. I have to get out of this monstrosity," she said while looking at her wrinkled blouse in the mirror.

As Bela walked out of the bathroom, Sam stood up from his bed and gave her a half smile.

"Morning," he said as she walked past him.

She looked up at him, but didn't contribute to the conversation.

It only took Sam a few moments to notice that Bela was A: not a morning person, and B: not going to say anything back. So, he went into the bathroom and started a shower of his own. Ten minutes later, his brother woke up in a grumpy state.

Dean stalked over to the alarm clock to see what time it was.

"Damn, it's only ten-thirty?" He spoke in an agitated voice. He probably expected it to be somewhere around twelve.

"What's wrong? Are you late for a very important date?" Bela teased as she tried to get a rise out of him.

The only thing Dean said was, "stuff it, Poppins. I'm not in the mood."

Bela half gawked at his statement. She didn't know whether to laugh or make a comeback, so the Brit opted for staying silent.

"Yeah…" Dean muttered, "that's what I thought.

"You know Dean, this side of you is very unattractive. I hope this isn't how you treat all of your hostages in the morning." Taunting people was only one of her hobbies, and she enjoyed taunting Dean Winchester the most.

The eldest Winchester was taking his plaid flannel shirt, black t-shirt, and dark, blue jeans out of his bag when he heard that comment.

"Bela, it's the morning. I just woke up, I have not had any coffee yet, so I suggest you shut your mouth before I come over there and shut it for you." He finished in a slightly cold and aggravated tone.

She was about to say something before Dean started in on getting dressed. The first thing to go was his shirt, in which had Bela gapping at. Why is he getting dressed in front of me? That's what a restroom is for, Bela thought. Then she realized that Sam was currently occupying the only bathroom at the moment.

Bela really did try to pry her eyes away from the shirtless man, but found it impossible. His abbs were freely open for her, his skin clinging to the hard lines of his muscles, how his arms and thighs bulked as he replaced his pajama pants with his jeans. Dean was already perfectly handsome with clothes; but now she was thinking again about the angry sex proposition she brought to his attention once before.

The peep show Dean was offering Bela without any real meaning was basically making the woman drool. Her mouth was hanging open, and she could feel the temperature rise in between her legs. When Dean finished dressing, he turned to the oblivious brunet ten feet away from her and said, "what?"

This made her stutter. What?... Oh, that what... she embarrassingly thought.

Her cheeks were slightly blushed as she closed her mouth. Regaining her composure was hard, but she managed to do so. "Uhm… I was just thinking about something someone said to me once is all," Bela lied, and Dean could tell she was trying to hide something.

"What is it Bela?"

"Nothing, leave it alone," she attempted to sneak her way out of the situation by evading the subject. "Why don't we go get some breakfast and coffee?"

It made Dean mad that Bela wouldn't tell him what was going on. After some thought, he came to a conclusion and smiled at her.

"What are you smiling at?" She questioned as he caught her off guard.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you," he rhetorically asked.

"Enjoyed what?" Bela knew what was going on now. With both adults on the same page, she wanted to avoid giving him an answer at all costs; even if it meant both of them fighting for eternity about it.

"You know, it's not respectable for a young lady such as yourself to be sneaking peeks at other men while their dressing," he chastised.

Her cheeks flushed and Bela didn't know what to do, so she got angry and her voice rose. "What the hell are you talking about? You sound pathetic. You were the one who was undressing in front of me if you haven't noticed. Don't go around preaching about respect because it's certainly an unfamiliar area for you."

Dean carried an amused expression upon his face as Bela continued her little rant out of pure embarrassment due to being caught. When she finished, he chuckled at her denial.

"Sure thing, sugar," he said sarcastically and then gave Bela a wink.

His comment made her angrier as she stubbornly refused to admit that she was staring at him. With a huff, she harshly sat down on her bed. Laying down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling, arms crossed, and a stern, yet abashed, expression on her pretty face as she pouted.

Dean noticed and laughed through his nose, and it only added to Bela's rage. When Sam came out of the bathroom, he took one look at the pouting, little girl on the bed; and then looked at his brother who was reading on the couch.

"What's wrong?" he speculated.

"Ask our pouting, peeping Tina over there," Dean replied without looking up.

"What?" Was all Sam could respond with as he had no idea what that meant.

Bela groaned with anger as she stood up. "He's just being an ass because he started dressing in front of me, and I caught a glimpse of him. And if you weren't being a hog in the bathroom, none of this would have happened, you pig!" Bela finished yelling. She felt better because she was able to let off some steam, but Sam wasn't who she was mad at. Bela was angry at Dean, and once she saw how her words affected Sam in a way, Bela just stood silently. She was being stared down by both Winchester's, and Bela didn't like it at all.

"Sam, why don't you go get breakfast or whatever," Dean suggested as he kept his gaze strictly on Bela.

After the youngest Winchester left the room, Dean walked closer to Bela and stopped when he was only two inches away from her.

"Ok, I've had enough of your attitude. I've tried to put up with it, but looks like I'm going to have to physically adjust it," Dean stated calmly and coldly to her.

That made Bela's eyes pop out of her head almost.

"You can't do anything to me, Dean," she said with insecurity. What could she do to stop him? Nothing, that's what. She'd lose any fight up against him. He had more muscle than she did because she was able to scrutinize his body earlier.

"You had no reason to treat my brother the way you did. You and him have no beef. He didn't do anything to you, so you don't have the right to be a dick to him. If you have something to say to me, then say it," he finished. As Dean's message progressed, the closer he got in her face. By the time he was done though, Bela could no longer contain her feelings as she slapped him across the face quickly and harshly.

Dean kept his glare focused on the window until he could keep himself from grabbing Bela's throat. A few seconds passed: ten, twenty, then thirty before Dean slowly returned to looking at Bela. He bored his eyes into her's so hard that it made Bela feel as though he were suffocating her.

"Oh, that's it," he said with a tone only containing extreme indignation.

Within a few seconds, Bela found herself facing the carpet over a pair of hard thighs. No time was wasted as she began to feel Dean's strong hand striking her small buttox. Bela squirmed underneath the fury of his palm, but that didn't make him stop.

"Aw, Dean! What the hell?" Bela tried to say to him, but she was ignored.

Dean only stopped to lift her grey, pencil skirt. When that was out of his way, he continued giving her a piece of his mind with a firm hand.

Bela didn't stop trying to free herself from the man's wrath as she pursued yelling, spewing profanities, wriggling around, and kicking. The only thing Dean did was tighten his arm around her waist.

As he tugged down her red panties, she cried out and let loose of the tears she was trying to hold back.

"Dean, please stop. It hurts! I'll apologize to Sam. Just please, let me go?" She pleaded trying to talk her way out of this.

"Not gonna happen, little girl. And you will apologize to Sam when he gets back, but we are far from being done," and that was the last thing he said throughout the entire spanking.

Bela was sobbing into her arms as her bottom throbbed with an intense, burning pain. She had never been disciplined like that in her entire life, so she really didn't know how to react.

Dean helped her stand up and then proceeded to do so as well. Bela readjusted her clothes, and then fixated on the floor because she didn't want to make any eye contact with the man who had just soundly spanked her like a naughty child, but he would have none of that. Dean hooked his index finger under her chin, which forced her to look at him.

"You know why I did that?"

She sniffled and heaved a sigh before answering, "yes."

"Why'd I punish you then?"

She hesitated with a response. "Because I had an attitude, and I yelled at your brother."

"If we're gonna protect you, you're gonna have to learn to live like this for a while. I don't know how long this is going to be, but it's temporary. Alright?" He asked her softly.

"Ok," she answered him, still meeting his gaze.

He wanted nothing more than to take Bela into his arms and kiss her fiercely, but Dean still had to put her through one more thing.

"Good. Now, go on and stand in that corner," he said strictly while pointing to the corner between her bed and the window.

"You can't be serious," she hesitated, but the look on the older man's face confirmed that it was not play time. So, she bowed her head and slowly made her way over to the window.

As she placed herself in the corner of the hotel room, she had a feeling that her embarrassment was about to grow profoundly. She was right because all of a sudden Bela heard Dean walk towards her, pull her skirt and panties down, and say, "no rubbing, and you can come out ten minutes after sam gets back."

Dean then patted her on the ass twice and advanced towards the bathroom where he got ready. Bela could hear him moving around while brushing his teeth, washing his face, and what not. His morning routine was pretty much the same as Sam's. Although, Dean didn't take a shower because he was already dressed and had showered the night before.

Bela was red in the face although no one could tell. Then, she might as well had lost all the blood in her body because that's what it felt like when Dean's younger brother walked into the room. "Oh, Jesus shit Christ…" She mumbled to herself. Only turning her head a little, she saw Sam standing there with two bags of food and three cups of coffee in a cup holder tray. His expression was surprised, he was blushing fiercely, and Sam looked as though he were stuttering.

Dean came out of the bathroom and saw the predicament. "Bela, turn around," he scolded. "Sam, she's gonna be like that for the next ten minutes; so try not to be too much of a perv."

Sam shifted uncomfortably and looked like he was about to reply; but Dean went over to sit on the couch, leaving his brother free to do whatever. They ate their breakfast in silence, and Bela thought, I wonder if it's always like this?

"Time's up, come on out."

She made a haste move to adjust her clothing. The woman turned around and saw two, muscular men sitting on the couch. Bela tried to escape the Winchesters by going into the bathroom, but was stopped; what a surprise.

"Hey, get back here!" Dean said harshly. "You got anything to say to Sammy?" It wasn't a question, Bela knew that. She also knew that Dean was impatient and expected an answer within seconds.

With that subtle reminder, Bela waltzed back in front of Sam and apologized for yelling at him before.

"Thanks," was all he responded with.

That one answer reply sort of boiled her blood. She got her ass handed to her by his big brother, stood in a corner for who knows how long, and all she received was a "thanks?" Bela didn't make anything of it because she knew if she did, Dean would make her ass another shade of red.

After Bela used the bathroom to wash her face, Dean told her and Sam the game plan.

"So, we'll head to Bela's apartment, you'll get your stuff, then we'll head over to Bobbies."

With everybody on the same page, they gathered their things and left the hotel room. Bela ate her breakfast on the way to her flat while the two brothers up front made some calls and talked about things that didn't interest the girl in the backseat.

TO BE CONTINUED…