*Here's the next chapter. For those of you who haven't seen the reviews or read my notes, I'm being spammed by some nasty reviewer. I've reported it and tried but cannot delete all the reviews. So I apologize, bc some of you have been very kind and loyal. However, I'm considering deleting this story from here and finding another site to put it on. I haven't decided yet. So for now it's still here...but I don't know how long. I'm normally fine with a few bad reviews, but this person is constantly sending me nasty stuff. They obviously have no life. Anyways enjoy this chapter. I'm trying not to let it affect my writing but I'm losing my inspiration.
Bobby's House.
Sam: Lenore?
The vampire tried to run, but Cas held on to her. Bela looked to the boys confused.
Dean: Been a long time. You remember us?
Lenore: I remember. Your hunter friend Gordon almost killed me. Funny how that name never slips my memory.
Bela looked up at her. Wait like that Gordon? Bela immediately felt a little bad...then again he probably would've killed her had she not given him Dean's location. But still...
Sam: Well if it makes you feel any better, he turned into a vampire and I chopped his head off.
Bela then looked at Sam. So that's what happened to him?
Dean: Yeah. With razor wire. Wicked.
Lenore: Well, that's something. What's going on? Why am I here?
Sam: Well, um, that's Cas. He's our friend. And we need to talk to you. About Eve.
Lenore: Eve? I have nothing to say about Eve.
Dean: You sure about that?
Lenore: I'm trying to stay away from her, believe me. It's her voice, in our heads. What it does to us. So they left. Started killing again.
Sam: But not you.
Lenore: Don't look so impressed. I was hiding in a basement. Not exactly Club Med. You don't know how hard it is - everyone gives in.
Dean: Alright, so this psychic two-way you've got going, does that mean you know where Mom's camped out?
Lenore: You've got to be kidding me. You want me to tell you where she is? You do know she could be listening to us right now. I might as well be a video camera. What are you thinking?
Bobby: So we don't have the element of surprise, we're still going in.
Lenore: You're crazy.
Bela: That's certainly true.
Lenore: I can't help you.
Sam: Can't or won't? You still give a crap. You don't wanna kill. And don't want this whole planet dead.
Lenore: You actually believe you can stop her?
Sam: Just tell us where she is.
Lenore: Grants Pass, Oregon. And now she knows you're coming.
Bobby: Well let's go.
Lenore: Hold on. I didn't tell you this out of the goodness of my heart. I need something.
Bela: No surprise there.
Dean shot her a look. Bela just ignored him.
Sam: What?
Lenore: Kill me.
Sam: Lenore. Why?
Dean: Look, we'll lock down 'til this whole thing's over, okay? Witness protection, you'll be safe.
Lenore: You don't get it, it's not about that. I'm dangerous. I hear her voice all the time.
Bela: If they lock you down you won't be able to hurt anyone.
Lenore: I fed. I couldn't help it. The girl couldn't have been more than 16, Sam. I'll do it again. I can't stop, not anymore. You have to. Please.
Sam: Lenore.
Castiel touches Lenore's head. Light shines out of her eyes and mouth, her face flames and she dies.
Castiel: We needed to move this along.
The four hunters just looked at him strangely.
Guest Room. Bobby's House.
Bela was packing a bag as the boys were loading up. She looked up to see Dean walk in.
Dean: You ready?
Bela: I'm not going.
Dean: Huh?
Bela: Three hunters and an Angel? This isn't one of those times where the more the better. I'm pretty sure if there's too many of us she'll spot us even faster. So I'm going home. I've got work to do anyway.
Dean: What happened to the whole 'this may be related to who brought me back' thing?
Bela: I think you're capable of handling it.
Bela grabbed her suitcase and made her way towards the bedroom door that Dean was standing in front of.
Dean: Hey...
He stepped up to her, trying to put a hand on her arm but she moved to the side and tried to walk around him.
Dean: Okay, what's your problem?
Bela: I don't have one.
Dean: Really? You're avoiding me...again. You've been pissed for hours now.
Bela: I'm not. I'm not angry Dean. You need to go, so stop wasting time.
Dean: But...
Bela: I said let it go.
Dean: So what, you get annoyed at something and you just walk away?
Bela: I'm not 'annoyed'. But I have a right to leave. I can handle myself just fine. I've already spent far more time than I'm comfortable with here.
Dean: Comfortable with...you've been in and out of our lives for months. You told me you would stay and help because you actually liked us and that we needed your help.
Bela: Well you should know, I lie. Not saying I haven't had fun, I have. But you don't need me there, and I really need to go do my own thing right now.
Bela passed him and walked out the bedroom door toward the stairs. Dean shook his head.
Impala.
Sam: She not coming?
Dean: Nope.
Sam: Did you tell her not to?
Dean: Yeah right. You sure you didn't say anything to her that pissed her off?
Sam: Like I said, I asked her about you. She's defensive for a reason.
Dean: Or you made her realize she's let us in too far and made her revert back to feeling nothing again.
Sam: Hey that's not my fault. She's running Dean. I doubt it's because she feels nothing.
Dean: Well hey, maybe you were right huh? It's Bela. Shouldn't have gotten involved. She'd probably still screw us over given the chance.
Sam shook his head...okay so now Dean was the one defensive and shutting feelings out. God, the two of them were both screwed up.
Sam: Dean that's not what...
Dean: No, don't. Seriously, just don't worry about it. We've got a job to do and the last thing I need to do is give a crap about Bela Talbot.
Sam: But you do.
Dean glared at him.
Sam: You do, or you wouldn't be pissed.
Dean: I was pissed at her before, what's the difference?
Sam: Um because you're pissed she left. Last time all you did was want her to leave us alone.
Dean: No, I'm pissed she's running off when she could be helping.
Sam: Whatever you say dude.
End Chapt. Next chapter in just a bit.