Okay I'm taking liberties with this one...I can't help myself. This takes place during Weekend at Bobby's...I did something similar to it in my "Deleted Scenes" fic that was taken out of my To Hell & Back fic. Anywho...starts at Bobby's house..no neighbor lady trying to date bobby though:) No Rufus either. Sorry! I love him, but I wanted Bela in this and all that other stuff was just too long and stuff. Plus I hate to keep writing a ton of stuff that's already happened on the show.

Bobby's House. Living Room.

Takes place 3 weeks or maybe a month after the last chapter.

Bela had arrived shortly after another insane hunt that she didn't quite understand. She really didn't like going to anyone, especially Bobby, for help...but she couldn't keep failing on some of these hunts if she was to stay alive.

Bobby: You ain't the only one...boys called earlier hunting a Lamia...in the great midwest.

Bela: Wait aren't those uh...from Asia or somewhere like that?

Bobby: Greece, actually.

Bela was about to speak but paused as she heard a yell coming from somewhere in the house.

Bela: What was that?

Bobby: Huh?

She gave him a questioning glance.

Bobby: Um..demon in the basement?

Bela: What? Why the hell do you have a demon tied up in your basement?

Bobby: Questioning...why else?

Bela: I'm not sure I want to know...

Bobby: Well this is all I have for you...honestly if you ain't havin' no luck this info probably won't help ya much either.

Bela shrugged

Bela: Better than no information hmm..

Bobby walks towards the stairs to the basement...Bela follows.

He gives her a weird look over his shoulder.

BASEMENT

Demon: Oh look you brought a visitor, very sweet.

Bobby relights the pilot of the flame thrower.

Bela: What on earth are you doing?

Bobby: Demon equals angry spirit that crawled outta Hell. So what does it look like I'm doing?

Bobby nodded to the pile of bones in the sack that's on the ground in a metal trash can.

Bela:This could be interesting.

Demon: Ooo Bela Talbot. Returned from the dead to be a slave to the job huh? Sucks, doesn't it?

Bela: It's temporary.

Demon: Sure it is.

Bobby aims the flame at the metal can and the demon starts screaming again.

BOBBY: I want Crowley's name now.

Bela watches at Bobby throws the fire at the demon's bones.

The demon starts blistering and screams out in pain.

Demon: OK! MacLeod. Fergus MacLeod. I swear. We call him Lucky the leprechaun behind his back.

Bela sniggered.

Bela: Isn't that name...

Bobby: Scottish, yeah. Idiot(Bobby looks at the demon)

Bela smirked, ammused.

Demon: Yeah, great whatever. Just let me go back, you got your name.

Bobby grabs a can of lighter fluid and soaks what's in the sack.

Demon: No... We had a deal!

Bobby: I tried, sorry.

He aimed the fire at the soaked pile.

Bela: Hmm..I somewhat like this side of things, watching the demon get screwed over.

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Bela: So..Scottish name? You think that he..

Bobby: lived there, yeah. And he mentioned he liked Craig.

Bela: Scotch. Nice.

Bobby shrugged.

Bobby: Can you find them?

Bela: Find what?

Bobby: His remains? Since it's a safe bet Crowley lived, and hopefully died, there when he was human. You being our resident worldly traveler and ex-catburglar may have some insight?

Bela: Catburglar huh? That's new. Look let me start by saying that while I've been there, it wasn't someplace I did any of my work. However, when I was in other areas of Europe I had a few things going with a man from there who helped me with some research. He knows all kinds of history..and he's got contacts. So while it is possible for me to ask around, I won't guarantee I'll find anything.

Bobby: I'll take it...what do I owe?

She shrugged.

Bobby: I know you...

Bela: I came here for info on my case. So think of these things as a trade from now on yeah?

Bobby: Guess so.

Bela walked to the living room, sat down, and pulled out her bag. She started looking through some old stuff and then opened her thin laptop.

Bobby's cell rang again. Bobby sighed.