"Fresh air! You won't believe how disgusting being locked in that dungeon was." Bella said, looking up at the dark sky. She had her clothes on that she'd been arrested in. Classic Bella clothes: A miniskirt with black boots and a tube top. Her tan coat covered her to her knees, and although normally it was closed, she let it flap open in the wind now.

"There's snow in tomorrow's forecast," Sam said worriedly.

Dean didn't reply to either of them, still sore over Bella's discovery about his dick. He went straight to the Impala and got in, switching tapes from AC/DC to Styx. His fingers tapped the drum solo on the when as Sam and Bella approached the car. Sam took his normal seat and Bella got in directly behind Dean.

Starting the car, Dean asked, "So, what do you know?"

"Oh, the normal. Sulfur around the perimeter of the house, family telling me some salesman wouldn't quit stalking them; he wore the weirdest black contacts… Hello, this screams, 'demon!' The family said they tried moving, telling the police, anything. So I gave them the demon hex bags so they wouldn't be found. Sent 'em off to a nice enough city. Yeah, the demon couldn't find them, but the dumb fuck family came back. Of course he saw them at their old house. So, what now? They decided they were ripped off and turn me in. Those hex bags were expensive, ok?"

"Dean, slow down." Sam murmured, his hands holding his touch screen phone and busy with it.

Dean did, also relaxing his hands on the steering wheel where his knuckles went white. Something about her smooth voice made Dean shiver. Whenever she leaned forward, Dean could swear he smelled her. She was distinctly delicious… if only he could taste her…

Clearing his throat, Dean said, "We stalk the house, find the bastard, and get him in a Devils Trap. Exorcise it. We're done."

"Is it really that simple?" Bella mused.

Sam glanced up from his phone. "What're you saying?"

"Nothing. How will you get him in a Devils Trap?" She wanted to know. Although Dean would never admit it, he thought the same thing.

"That's my problem. I know where to take him. Don't worry about it. All I need is to borrow the car."

"Hell no, Sam! You're not taking it anywhere without me."

"Dean, get real."

"No!" Dean thundered. His mind screamed: Blasphemy! Mistreatment of your baby!

"What a pansy." Bella remarked.

"That's right. I forgot someone back there doesn't have a heart."

"If it gets rid of the demon…" Bella shrugged. "I'd let my own flesh and blood borrow the car."

"Do you have any?"

"Dean." Sam said, arbiter as always. Peace and all that jazz.

In retrospect, Dean knew it was more Bella's influence than logic or will. He sighed. "Ok, fine. But one scratch on her, Sammy I swear, I'll have your head impaled on-"

"I won't let it get hurt." Sam promised.

"Her." Dean huffed. He'd just been hustled by Bella.