"Oh," Joan said, her eyes on the female thief. There was a note of sadness and almost horror in that sound which made both of the Winchester brothers turn to their female companion.
"What?" The thief in question didn't look thrilled to have Joan's attention. "I assure you, I'm quite happy to live the life of the extremely wealthy. No need to feel sorry for me, little miss morality."
Joan turned to Sam, eyes pleading, and Sam took the hint and nudged his brother. "Well, if you'll excuse us we have a storage unit that needs to be cleared out. Hopefully we won't see you around." Sam put an arm around her, escorting her to the Impala. "One of us absolutely needs to sleep in that storage unit tonight," he hissed once they were in the car. "I don't believe for a second that she isn't planning on going back and picking it clean."
"You're not going to get any argument from me," Dean replied through gritted teeth. "What did you see, Joanie?"
"Chains," she choked out. "Chains holding her wrists and ankles, and a collar around her throat. I've never seen anything like it before, I have no idea what it meant, but that's what I saw."
"Maybe some kind of deal?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," Joan said, still clearly unsettled. "I'm kind of hoping that I never find out for sure."
"Any way you look at it, Bela's the kind of person we all need to avoid," Dean added grimly. "I'll put the word out to watch her."