Author's note: A-a-and here I am again! This chapter is not long, as well as the previous one, but I had to start with something. You can be sure that the following chapters are going to be a bit longer :))

Chapter 2

"Yep! My first reaction exactly," Bobby nodded; sidestepped Sam into the corridor and closed the door carefully.

"Is there really…?" Sam blinked and stared pretty dumbly at the door resisting a wish to open it again and sneak one more peek in. Just to make sure that what he saw was real and not a result of excessive content of caffeine in his brain.

"Yes, Sam. Bela." Bobby pushed him away from the door and back downstairs. "I told you, you've gotta see her with your own eyes. Knew you wouldn't believe me if I just told you. I wouldn't if I were you. Now, how about some coffee?" Another long estimating look. "And I guess a breakfast would do too."

"Yeah," Sam fell onto the chair in the kitchen once they reached it, ran his fingers through his hair while Bobby dove into the fridge after filling in coffee machine and turning it on, once again. "But… I just… What is she doing here?!"

"Sleeping," Bobby shrugged matter-of-factly.

"So I've noticed! I mean… why? No, how?!" Sam peered at him. "Yeah, Bobby, how?"

"Honestly? No idea!" He put a mug with steaming coffee before Sam.

But Sam, too excited to sit still got to his feet and started circling around the room kicking on chair legs accidentally from time to time while trying to cope with a crazy rush of thoughts in his head. This wasn't what he expected. Not even anywhere close to what he expected when he was driving here, truth be told! A spell – yes, or a book, which needed to be translated first. An amulet or another powerful magical object. Or another half-lead to another someone who might know something. Standard scenario. But not…

"Bobby, she made a deal!"

"I know."

"And she died when it came due!"

"Uh-huh, know that too," he singsonged. And coming from Bobby, it sounded funny.

"Then how comes…" Sam paused near the window and looked outside having an unpleasant and pretty annoying feeling that he started going insane. "How did you find her anyway?" Looked at Bobby again.

"I didn't," he hemmed.

Sam frowned. "I don't…"

"Sit," Bobby pointed at the chair Sam left some two minutes earlier and put a plate before him when he sank back down. Took his own seat across from him. "She just… came here."

"Came?" Sam choked around a piece of bacon. "What do you mean – came?"

"Believe me, I was just as surprised as you are now, or maybe even more." Bobby paused, apparently recalling that moment. "There was a knock on the door. And when I opened it Bela was there looking slightly… not like herself. And when she saw me, she just…passed out. Fainted right into my arms. Scared crap out of me, I've gotta tell you," added on a sigh. "It happened two days ago. I called you right away, Sam, thought you gotta know it. But your phone was off. Last night was the first time I reached you."

"Low battery," Sam winced. "Sorry, forgot to recharge it."

"Don't worry, you haven't missed anything yet. She was out since then. Woke up a couple of times but it was more like sleepwalking or something, dunno," Bobby finished his coffee. "Looked creepy. No recognition in the eyes. Nothing."

"Have any idea why?"

"My best guess – exhaustion," he tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully. "Other than that, assuming that normally it is physically imposing to come back to life once you're freaking dead, I'm out of any ideas, boy."

Sam leaned across the table when sudden realization appeared in his mind, like a bulb turned on. Looked cautiously into the corridor and lowered his voice. "But Bela died, Bobby. Are you sure she is…?"

"Alive," Bobby nodded. "Very much alive, if you ask me."

"No, I mean, is she… human?"

The question made Bobby's lips quirk into a wry smile.

"I couldn't say it for sure even before." Made Sam smirk in agreement. "And yes, she's human as far as I can tell. I tried everything – holy water, silver knife. Hope she's not going to hold that scratch against me. Sanctified cross, too, by the way. Even Devil's trap! Bela's clear. Only rolled over in her sleep when I made an attempt to exorcize whatever might be possessing her."

Bobby got to his feet and went to put his plate in a sink, then poured more coffee into that huge mug of his. That would make more than a liter over the last hour, Sam calculated mentally. Well, it seemed like Bobby was using caffeine as fuel for himself, too. The thought made Sam feel sorry for an old friend. He was taking the situation hard as well.

And then another realization followed, if a little belatedly. And it was his own exhaustion, and maybe a bit of shock too, and apparently a somewhat blindsided view on the situation that didn't let him see it right from the start, damn his slow to process brain.

Sam spun around, eyes lit up with something resembling crazy hope, as if he finally saw light in the end of the tunnel, and it wasn't a train tunnel.

"But, Bobby, if Bela made a deal…"

"She did."

"… And died…"

"Uh-huh."

"… and she's alive now, then Dean…"

"That's why I wanted you to come. We gotta find out how she did it." Bobby returned to the table, took his seat again, fingers playing absentmindedly with a paper tissue now as if he needed to occupy his hands somehow and it was the best idea that came to his mind.

"And you told me that it might be nothing," almost with accusation that was completely erased by happiness. "All we have to do is ask her, right?"

Bobby snorted, "She's asleep."

"Then let's wake her up!" Sam was on his feet on an instant but Bobby caught him by the arm and forced him back onto the chair.

"I tried to wake her up. Seems like sleeping beauty is not that enthusiastic about it."

"What about Dean?" Sam exclaimed. "We need her up!"

"What do you suggest? Empty a bucket of cold water onto her?"

"Think it's gonna help?" Rather mischievously.

"Let's just not rush ahead, all I say."

"Dean died because of her, Bobby!" Sam hissed with fury. "None of this would happen if we had the Colt! Meaning if Bela didn't steal it to pass it to our worst enemy in the whole wide world. Did you forget about it? I'd rather she sold it or something, you know. Ungrateful heartless bitch! I'm sorry but I sort of can't make myself give a damn about her or anything related to her. And if there is a chance that she could be of use in saving Dean, be sure I'll take it!"

Bobby sighed. Looked down at his hands.

"I don't say I care and I don't say you should, Sam," and it definitely sounded like he had already given this question some serious thinking. Two days, Sam remembered. Two days to calm down and take a sober look at the things - that was what he lacked. "I only worry about how not to make everything worse."

"Worse – how?" Sam frowned. Like Dean's death wasn't the worst thing to happen ever! Aw, come on!

"That's the problem – I don't know. Maybe it's not… you know, safe to wake Bela up before it happened… naturally. I don't know!"

Sam nodded.

He didn't say a word for a while, and then, "Who do you think could that be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean who would want to save Bela from hell?" Sam shrugged, looked Bobby in the face. "It's not like she'd do it on her own, right? No one would stay there is they could escape."

"Oh, crap!" Bobby rubbed at his eyes. "Been trying to figure out how… but you know it, there's nothing. As for who… Sounds like a bad joke, ya see." Gave out a short laugh that sounded more bitter than amused. "Most people I know would rather seal the doorway to hell only not to let her out." He paused. "And I'll tell you the truth, Sam. I've been looking for something, searching for a way… but before that girl showed up at my doorstep I seriously doubted that there existed a way to get out."

"At least we have real hope now," Sam's lips quirked. "Funny how tables can turn, huh? Now we depend on her. But Bela must know, right? Must be aware of who her savior is. And we just have to find him and…"

A noise from upstairs – a sound of a broken glass – cut him off. They both snapped their heads up, exchanged puzzled looks and then were on their feet without so much as a word and rushing up to the second floor.

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It felt strange, weird even, like drifting through thick grey fog. Not exactly unpleasant but definitely not something one would like to experience over and over again. There were flashes of red light and high-pitched screams every now and then, but they were too short to figure out what they were about or to see where and who they were coming from. It seemed like there was no left or right, no up or down, and there was no time and space, just this grey fog everywhere around, which was making everything even more difficult. Not that she cared, wasn't even really curious, maybe just a little. Or maybe she simply wanted this distraction to disappear.

And then there was that force that appeared out of nowhere, strong and fast, and utterly unexpected, and terrifying. It grabbed her and pulled her forward, or was it backwards? It didn't matter though…

Bela snapped her eyes open and sat on a rush breathing heavily, practically gasping for air. She felt dizzy and nauseous, bright spots flashing before her eyes, and that nearly made her fall back again. Her heart was hammering in her chest like a drum, quick and loud.

She jerked aside abruptly when her eyes focused on unfamiliar scenery, her elbow hit against the bedside table. A glass with water placed on top of it shook slightly, and then fell to the floor and crashed into pieces making Bela literary jump and jerk away from the loud sound. Her heart thumping so crazily that she was halfway to hyperventilating now, and even closer to fainting. Couldn't think of anything straight, her thoughts were a hysterical mess consisting of fear, and shock, and misunderstanding, and God knew what else. She looked down at herself, at her hands, at her clothes. Wiggled her fingers out of wish to make sure she was in control of her body. But… how? The last thing she remembered was…

And then the door burst open, its handle hit the wall, and two tall dark figures literary stumbled into the room making so much noise as if there were at least a dozen of them.

Bela scooted backwards, pressed her back against the wall so hard that it hurt but, scared as she was, she didn't feel it anyway. Her hand groped around for something to defend herself, but there was only a pillow and a faded shawl which she tossed aside when she woke up.

"Who are you?" She whispered barely audibly, cast another look full of panic around the room and then fixed her gaze on the newcomers once again. "What's going on? How did I get here?" She swallowed hard when her voice began to tremble. "What did you do to me?"

Bobby and Sam froze in the doorway, clearly aware of her somewhat anxious state and looked at each other, both thinking one and the same thing – Bela looked like a wild animal that was caught and locked in a cage.

"Easy…" Bobby started soothingly.

"Don't come to me!" She threw her arm up in self-protection gesture and moved even further away from them risking to pitch off the bed. "Stay away!"

"Bela, it's me, Bobby," quietly and slowly, avoiding any sharp movements and keeping his voice low. Okay, it wasn't exactly what he expected, but who could predict how would behave a person who was just back from hell? "And Sam," he added gesturing vaguely to the left. Her eyes darted towards Sam quickly, and then back to Bobby. "Remember?" All this while approaching her cautiously. "It's okay now. No one's going to harm you."

She locked her gaze on his face, blinked without so much as recognition, and then, "Bobby?" in absolute disbelief. Bela lowered her arm, looked around the room once again and repeated, "What did you do to me?"

To be continued…

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