Disclaimer: I don't own Bela. If I did . . . wow, she would die gruesomely (Check out the fate of Prometheus). Right, this is all Kripke's sandbox (which is why we also have to deal with Ruby).
A/N: Bela annoys me to no end. Also, I haven't been able to see the last ten minutes or so of "Red Sky At Morning", so I don't know exactly what the situation with her is; I'm making it up. Again. Spoilers for "Bad Day At Black Rock", "Red Sky At Morning", and "Fresh Blood"; because hell yeah Dean, that phone conversation in "Fresh Blood", you know the one I'm talking about.
Summary: Every rascal is not a thief, but every thief is a rascal. (Aristotle)
A GREAT THIEF
The night Bela puts herself on the list of people Dean Winchester would be able to kill without blinking, she doesn't realize it at first.
She only winged Sam, after all – she'd be surprised if there was more than a thick crease in the younger Winchester's skin. She knows her guns. Not as well as she knows her treasure, of course, since thieves prefer to slink in and out without the flashy, loud heroics hunters tend to . . . well. Attract isn't precisely the word she wants, but it'll do.
They are both quite handsome.
It's when she gets the call that she knows it's done for.
They had quite possibly started out on the wrong foot – a rabbit's foot, of all things – and that utter disaster with the ghost ship hadn't helped any. 'Assisted suicide' was a difficult thing to explain to anyone who hadn't been forced to decide whether to pull the feeding tube from their loved one and let them starve to death in a morphine haze, or take a more . . . direct approach.
She possibly hadn't endeared herself to him with the 'angry sex' comment either, though Bela still thought it was a good idea. And if the chance presented itself, she was quite practiced at seizing the moment. Or the treasure. Two-for-one deal, in this case.
But it came back to the fact that, embedded in the dirt of a New York City cemetery, there was a bullet that had tasted Sam Winchester's blood. She had meant it as a shot across the bow, so to speak. Alone in the world, only in retrospect did she see that she'd forgotten how strong that one last tie to something bigger than oneself, to family, could be. Hers had been severed years ago, by her own hand, so it was excusable. At least, until the point where it got her killed.
Bela was many things, and proud of all of them, but she wasn't an idiot.
And that phone call had been the only warning shot she knew she would get.
Fin
