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Motel Room.

Sam had left Dean alone in the motel to head over with Bobby to try and take care of the ghost problem. Dean was beyond freaking out, but sat to watch the television. He'd jump at every noise made...so when there was a knock on the door he about fell out of the chair.

He made his way further into the motel room and leaned against the wall.

"Seriously, Sam said you'd be here so either open up then door or I pick the lock myself."

Dean looked up. Bela? Man, Sam called Bela? He must've been desperate.

Dean made his way up to the door and opened it, and as soon as Bela walked in he slammed it shut behind her. She made her way to the bed and sat down on it.

"So, your infected with something? I won't catch it will I?" she said, but smirked.

"I don't know maybe. I'll try not to cough on you." he replied sarcastically.

She was glad to see him horrid sense of humor was still in tact.

Just then his phone rang, but he was paranoid and wouldn't answer it. He was about to throw it against a wall when Bela stood and grabbed it from him.

"Give me that." she ordered. "Hello."

"Why do you have Dean's phone?"

"Because your brother looked like he was about to shatter it to pieces for some reason. What is it Sam?"

"Guess the paranoia has set in. Tell Dean to hold on and ride it out...that he'll be fine."

She repeated what Sam said. Dean nodded.

"We got a plan." Sam continued.

Bela had put the phone on speaker.

"What is it?" Dean asked, speaking fast.

"Uh just a plan, a good one. Hang tight." Sam said, then hung up quickly.

Dean sank down onto the bed. Bela walked over to the desk chair and sat down, watching him. Well...this was fun.

Dean was hearing things again, the voices in his head all telling him he was going to die and go back to hell. Bela could see the panic rise in his face.

"Dean?" she tried. He was inside his own head though. "Hello...Dean?" Still nothing. She sighed, getting up and walking towards him...which probably wasn't her best plan.

"Hey." She said, waving her hand in front of his face. He jumped.

"You with me now?" She asked. When he stil acted like he didn't hear her she let her hand brush against his arm for some reason, hoping to snap him out of it. She was fairly certain Sam would kill her if she let him die.

However, touching him was a mistake right now. This time it startled him to action, and he grabbed her arm quickly while standing up, pushing Bela back until her legs hit the edge of the other bed.

"Stop it! You're not taking me back there!" Dean shouted. He brough his hand up to her throat.

Bela panicked a little bit, but tried to gain composure.

"Dean, relax. It's me..." He almost let go of her, but he still thought she was evil.

"No, you're a demon, I'll kill..."

Bela now was completely freaked. She suddenly was bombarded with images of Dean and the feeling of burning pain. She could practically feel his hands tearing into her arms and around her neck. What was this? It felt so real? Dean was a victim of hell too though, it didn't make any sense. Her flashes ended, and she managed to get a grip on reality.

"Damn it Dean! It's me, please...please just let go. Stop, stop now." Bela said. Dean finally was shaken out of his hallucination and dropped his hands from her, and backed away.

"Bela...sorry." was all he could say. She just nodded. What had Sam gotten her into?

They both sat back down.

"So, what'd you see?" She asked. Hoping conversation would keep him from the visions and fear.

"What? Oh, I don't know...Sam, demons...they keep telling me I'm going to die. Again."

"Well if you keep that up you might." she quipped, motioning towards his raw forearms where he'd been scratching.

He stoppeds scratching.

"I don't see how Sam's gonna stop this thing...we don't have a body to burn."

"He won't let you die." Bela stated.

"We'll see. Gonna die eventually...that's what happens to us hunters. It's bad, we're nuts...all of us. Nobody in their right mind lives this kind of life...maybe you were right about us. We are crazy."

"Stop being melodramatic. Is this the disease talking? Because I don't remember you being the whiny one."

He just glared at her. They sat in silence again. Bela turned around a few minutes later when she heard Dean gasp. He was now kneeling on the floor, but looking up as if staring at someone. Then he started speaking.

"No!" Dean yelled. Bela stood up, she was torn between just standing their or going to him...but then remembered last time she tried that and decided not to try to touch him.

"Dean? You're hallucinating again."

He couldn't really hear her though. She noticed how pale he was too.

"You're not real." Dean said. Bela wasn't sure who he was talking to.

She noticed Dean suddenly clutch at his chest in pain. Crap! She thought about finding something to knock him out with.

Dean's motions got worse, he kept yelling things at the imaginary person, or demon, he was talking to. His breathing was ragged, he was even paler than before, and he was in obvious pain. It looked like a heart attack.

Bela dumped a tiny cup of cold water on him, it didn't work.

All of a sudden, the symptoms stopped and Dean fell to the floor. The color returned to his face, and he was breathing almost normally again.

Sam and Bobby must've pulled it off.

"Dean?"

"Huh...wha..." He paused, seeing Bela above him "Oh man...how bad was it?" he asked.

"Oh you know, not that terrible, besides you trying to kill me and then having a bloody heart attack. Good thing you didn't die...your brother wouldn't be too thrilled with me."

Dean sighed.

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Road somewhere, Next to Rest Stop

Dean hitched a ride with Bela to where Sam and Bobby were waiting. He got out of the car and stood next to Sam.

"So...you dragged a ghost to it's death huh?" Dean asked.

"Yup. With an iron chain, and a spell too." Sam said.

Bela leaned against her car, which she'd gotten a week earlier. It wasn't as sporty and expensive as her other one, but still nice. Just a bit more practical.

"Well, that's new, I expect you don't use that method often." Bela stated.

Sam grinned. He handed Dean a beer.

"How you feeling?" Sam asked.

"Fine."

"You sure?" Bobby asked. "From what Sam said, I hear you think this line of work might be pretty scary."

"Shut up, I'm fine. You wanna hunt, I'll hunt. Let's go right now." Dean said.

Bela grinned. She couldn't help herself, he was fairly entertaining...not that she'd ever admit that.

Bobby laughed. "Aww your so cute. Well I'm out of here." he said, going to get into his car.

"Thanks Bobby." Sam said.

"Yeah, thanks." Dean repeated.

Bobby nodded and drove off.

"Hmm and what do I get for babysitting?"

Dean just looked at her.

"Just the joy of keeping me alive." Dean smirked.

"Oh yes, that just makes my day."

"Fine, and you can help yourself to the beer." he said.

She rolled her eyes, but eventually grabbed a bottle.

"Whatever. I'm going to wash up and then we can go." Sam said, heading into the rest stop that was void of any other people.

"You were pretty shaken." Bela said. "What was it you saw?"

"What? Nothing."

"Really? You thought I was a demon."

"That surprising after everything we've gone through?"

"No...but you were scared."

"Course I was, it was the sickness. Really it was nothing, not that it's your business."

She sighed. "I thought you were a better liar than that. I just thought maybe you might be..." she started, but paused.

"Thought what?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Now who's lying?"

"You remember nothing, from hell?" she asked quietly.

He shrugged. "Not really. Nightmares, bound to happen right? I'm sure it just did a number on our minds."

"Right..."

"Why, do you?"

She shook her head.

They were both liars, and both knew it. Dean's memories were becoming more clear. Bela's were still fuzzy but she could make out a lot of it. Dean's accidental attack on her in the motel room did a number on her though. It made it harder to look him in the eye and she almost feared him when he got to close to her.
She took another drink and threw the beer bottle into a bin next the the road. Dean smiled, he figured she'd turn her nose up at him offering her a cheap beer. She may have lead a more elegant lifestyle, but the woman knew how to drink. She could handle almost anything, and it took a lot to get her drunk. It was an upside to being British.

"Well I'm off to better things. Bye Dean." She said quickly, walking to the driver side of her car.

"You still looking for leads on Lilith?"

"Of course." she nodded. "You don't have to worry, I don't plan on going after her by myself. I'm not that suicidal. I'll call when I get something."

He nodded, and watched her get into her car and drive away.

End Chapt.