Well here is another chapter for you all. I hope you like it. Also, sorry if they are a bit out of character. :S
I am so nervous, i hope you all like it, but i am open to criticism as well :)

Chapter 14

Hurriedly Bela stuffed her belongings into her suitcase.

Once again she was running. Running from those Winchesters. After several minutes to regain her composure and clear her mind, Bela "borrowed" one of Bobby's cars much like Sam did, and raced back to her house.

I can't believe he knows. Bela thought worriedly, packing more of her clothes tightly in her suitcase. She was back at her house in her room. I don't want him to know. She continued. Her thoughts were interrupted abruptly when her bedroom door flung open revealing a dishevelled Dean in the doorway staring at her awkwardly. From one corner of her room in his own little castle, Bela's cat eyed the two humans in front of him with mild curiosity.

Bela straightened and turned toward Dean who was avoiding looking at her. There were several minutes that elapsed as they continued to avoid looking at one another: in that time Bela's cat had grown tired of them and after he yawned he fell back into a relaxing sleep.

Uncomfortably Bela broke the silence. "Look D-Dean," it was still strange saying that name. "If you just came here to stare then please leave, I have things to do." Ignoring him, Bela turned back to her suitcase and zipped it shut.
Then as she attempted to lift it off her bed and drag the heavy bag past Dean and out of the room she was stopped by a strong hand wrap around her arm gently. Dean's other hand then reached for the handle of the suitcase and pulled it slowly from Bela's grasp and proceeded to carry it to the other room himself, leaving Bela standing in the doorway of her room eying him from behind.

"So-uh…Where are you going?" Dean asked awkwardly, placing the bag on the ground and facing Bela when he realised he didn't know what to do with it. He was still avoiding looking at her.

Heat rushing to her face, Bela stomped over to one end of the room and began packing another bag. "That's none of your business." Bela replied heatedly. "Besides what do you care anyway where I go? You've never cared before, so why now?" Tears began to prickle at Bela's eyes forcing her to rub them.

"W-What? Why are you crying?" Dean gulped.

Bela's head snapped up and he glared at him, "it's the hormones Dean." Bela growled at him defensively then turned to cry harder.

"…Oh…" Dean rubbed his hand on the back of his neck as he mumbled and looked towards the ground. For several minutes Dean waited patiently for Bela to calm down enough for Dean to approach her.
As she sniffled and continued to calm herself down Bela looked up at Dean who was now looking at her with is arm extended to her offering her a tissue. Nervously Bela accepted it and watched as Dean moved back to his spot on the other side of the room.

"So-uh- How've you been?" Dean asked. Suddenly his nails were more interesting than what Bela had to say and he turned his attention to them while Bela began talking.

"W-Well…Not much. I have been living a relatively normal life, away from all the spirits and supernatural things, since you…died." Bela's voice lowered at the last word and she almost found it difficult to say. Dean's eyes narrowed at the word and he turned away from his nails to face Bela and noticed a troubled expression on her face.

"Are you unhappy I'm back?" Dean asked.

Pulling a smile onto her face Bela attempted to lighten the mood, "Dean, I was unhappy before you died. "
Her attempt at humour failed and Dean's face darked as a shadow pulled over it and he looked down to the floor.

"Oh, that didn't come out right." Bela fussed as she realised what she said. What was she thinking saying that? "Um, t-thank you for standing up for me today…at Bobby's house." Bela mumbled.

Dean looked up at Bela with a sad expression, "don't thank me for threatening my own brother…And since when did you have a stutter." Dean smirked slightly at the last part.

Bela smirked also, "you Winchesters bring out the worst in me."
The tension in the room had lifted significantly after that and the two of them ended up chatting about this and that and settling down for a cold drink.

Dean discovered-to his surprise- that Bela had actually tried to bring him back, however no one knew how so she decided to create a stable life for their kid.
She had gotten a job as a waitress and rented out a small house. He discovered that Bobby had found out about the baby when Bela was attacked by a vampire and the old man had insisted upon helping her.

"Oh, you've finished your drink. Would you like another?" Bela asked rising from her seat and reaching for Dean's empty glass. Dean was still finding the thought of Bela waiting on him as uncomfortable, however, strangely he found it sort of comforting at the same time. If the woman he had sworn to kill could make him drop his guard and make him enjoy her company then… Wait no, thinking about it, it just made his world feel even more screwed up.

Suddenly Dean was jolted out of his thoughts when sharp pains go through his arm. Wondering what was causing such pain; Dean glanced down at his arm and saw Bela's manicured nails digging further and further into his skin. Shocked, Dean glanced up at Bela's face and saw her eyes squeezed tight shut and a pained expression plastered across her face: her other hand had abandoned her glass she was holding and was now clutching her large abdomen.

"Umm, Bela?" Dean asked. Bela let out a pained sound and looked down at Dean with a fearful expression.

"D-Dean…I-I think…" Bela cut herself off with pained cries.

Suddenly Dean jumped from his chair and in a nervous whine he looked back at Bela, "…Ahh, crap..."

Well there you have it, i hope you liked this chapter. :)
Sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors there may be. :S

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