"Does this mean I can ask for a Bela and Adam getting it on drabble? ;D"
Hell can be lonely.
But the thing about it, Bela discovered after a while, was that if you kept your head down and networked with the right demons, you could be afforded a certain amount of freedom.
Not top side freedom, not yet,
As a cross roads soul she wasn't there to be tormented so much as assimilated, which, if she was honest, wasn't so bad.
Bela had been terrified at first. She'd known Dean was here somewhere but she never found him, just heard his screams as they echoed off the walls of hell.
But he had been gone a long time now.
Very quickly, it became apparent that you made your own hell.
Those who had sinned in the manner of the seven deadly, were forced to continue to do so in an extreme manner. Rather like the time her mother had caught her smoking and made her smoke a whole carton of cigarettes until she'd thrown up.
Perpetual aversion therapy.
Mostly though, Bela managed to keep to the shadows and that suited her just fine.
It always had before.
But then she found the cage.
Hidden between Hell and Purgatory. Not literally a cage, more the idea of one. Sometimes she could find it and often it wasn't there at all.
It shimmered, like looking through light filled smoke.
"You can come in."
The voice had startled her,and peering through the haze she noticed the boy, sat with his back against the wall. All long lean limbs and hooded eyes. He looked so young, but you never could tell down here. Time moved differently. It slipped through your fingers and flowed away. Some demons talked about the 1400's as though it happened a week ago. Some truly believed it only had.
"Sorry?"
"You can come into the cage. You'll be able to get back out it's not built for you." He turned his haunted eyes on her and smiled a little. "They're not here. Not at the moment. They're in another part of the cage. No doubt either shredding each other to pieces again or dreaming up another way to torment me."
"Who?"
"Michael and Lucifer."
"You're Adam?"
He just nodded. "So. You coming in or what?" He said wearily.
Hesitantly she stepped in, then back out again.
"Told you you'd be able to do on." He patted the ground next to him and she sat, hugging her knees to her chest.
She watched him, this boy, staring at his hands, held loosely across his bent knees. He was both youth and age personified. His eyes almost featureless, flat, far away.
"I look good right." He said, running his hands through his hair. "A couple of hours ago I was a bloody pulp. I don't even think my arms were attached at one point." He turned towards her and met her gaze, smiling widely. "Can't wait to see what they do next."
A slight twitch under his left eye cancelled out the smile and what was left of her heart broke a little.
Bela reached out a hand and gently ran her fingers down his cheek, ignoring the way he flinched, as though he expected her touch to burn him, mark him again.
"They took Sam….. Twice, actually. It wasn't too bad when Sam was here. Michael didn't do much…. But now he's gone and Lucifer, well… He's gotta vent and it's a damn sight easier to lay into me than it is to tear Michael apart."
Her hand shook with rage.
Winchesters and angles.
Above and beyond everyone else. They were what happens when the lines between the good and bad guys get blurred. Their arrogance made her want to …..
Taking a deep breath, Bela un-clenched her fist and lay her hand on Adams shoulder.
He seemed surprised by it and for a moment he just frowned down at her fingers, before finally looking into her face.
"Do you think I could, maybe lean on you for a while?"
"Sure."
He shifted slightly and gingerly rested his head on her shoulder.
She felt him shuddering and instinctively put her arms around him, pulling him close.
"You don't have to do that." He muttered, but he did't pull away.
"I know. I wanted to." Bela squeezed him tighter."You don't belong here."
"Neither do you."
"I'm paying a debt, that's different."
"But you weren't bad though, not really. If you hadn't made a deal…"
"Well I did."
They were quiet for a while then Adam sat up abruptly, pulling away from her. "You have to go. They're coming."
She jumped up, Adam pulling her towards the edge of the cage. "Will you come back?" His eye's full of twisted hope that maybe, just maybe she would.
Bela nodded and squeezed his hands in her's, before leaning forwards and pecking him on the cheek.
He froze. Bringing his hand slowly up to shakily touch the spot her lips had been.
Fuck it.
Stepping back towards him she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a hard kiss, his surprise holding him back only a fraction of a second before he had his arms around her waist, crushing her against him before reluctantly pushing her away.
"Go!"
Bela stepped through, his hand still in hers, and felt it fade back against the smoke.
"You'll come back?"
"I promise."
Stepping smartly around the corner she felt the pressure around her drop as Adam started to scream, and pressed her hands to her ears.
I promise.
