2 Weeks Later:

Car. Night.

It was safe to say that Sam needed help. Samuel went back to his main headquarters before Sam had come across this more prominent issue on their latest case, and considering Samuel's illiteracy with cell phones he wasn't very good at answering them. Sam had tried Gwen but no such luck. He'd tried pretty much every hunter he knew, and had thought about trying any non hunter as well. However, from a strategic standpoint he figured it'd be best to get a hunter involved in case he needed help with that too. And Dean was last resort as he'd made it clear he wasn't coming back.

He had one last try. Dialing the number Bobby had given him he sighed. There was a very slight chance she'd help either.

Bela: Hello?

Sam: Bela.

Bela: Sam...what a pleasant surprise(sarcasm evident). What can I do for you?

Sam: I need help. There's this case...

Bela: No.

Sam: Seriously.

Bela: Seriously no. I'm busy, and I work alone.

Sam: I don't have a choice. This is not really my thing. For starters I'm a guy and...

Bela: Sam, I'm on a job at the moment. You're supposed to be good at hunting, so do it. Good luck.

She hung up. Sam grumbled.

Later:

New Braden Home(yes, i still refuse to call it "Dean's home".

Dean's cell phone rang again, and finally waking up he answered it groggy.

Dean: Sam?

Sam: I need your help. Now.

Dean: What's wrong?

Sam: I'm working this job.

Dean: Dude.

Sam: Look, I just need you with me on this, okay?

Dean: I'm out. I'm staying out.

Sam: Make an exception.

Dean: For what?

Sam: Look, I'm thirty minutes away and I will drive to your door if you don't meet me. I'm desperate. I've tried everyone...and by desperate I mean enough so that I called f*king Bela, who by the way said no. Which is for the best. So you cannot shut me down here Dean.

Sam was almost yelling..but more of a whisper yell.

Dean: Fine, fine. I'll come just relax.

Parking Lot. Night.

Dean gets out of the vehicle and walks up to Sam's car.

Dean: Where is it?

Sam: Strapped down in the back seat.

Dean looks into the backseat to see the baby sitting in the car seat.

Dean: Well...this will be fun.

Then Dean laughed as he got in Sam's car.

Sam: What?

Dean: I'm trying to picture you calling in other hunters to deal with a baby. Which is just funny...until I think of you calling Bela in about a baby...and then that's even funnier. I mean...not exactly mommy material.

Sam: Does it help if I say I hadn't even gotten to the part of telling her about the baby before she said no?

Dean: No, it doesn't because you still called her. And the others.

Dean laughed again.

End Chapter

I promise more Bela and more differences to come!