Bela swished her drink around and around her glass, forming a miniature explosion in the transparent cup.
Besides the noise of the swishing liquid surrounding the rim of the glass, the grandfather clock located between the two beds ticked away. A sign of time going by all too quickly for Bela's plan...
Sam tapped his foot against the deep red fluffy carpet underneath his feet impatiently. Ever since Bela entered their lives all she brought was nothing but trouble, she had stole from the brother's dead father and tried to kill Sam! So the way Sam figured was what was the different this time around? He didn't think twice about suspecting some sort of blackmailing scheme to crop up during the midst of all this chaos!
"Dean Can I speak with you a minute?" Sam asked, giving Dean a do as I say look, before walking out of Bela's earshot.
With a slight hesitance, Dean followed Sam. Dean thought Sam overreacted slightly too much and that he makes a big deal out of something so minor! Although Dean can retrace all those times Sam had been right to overreact...
Dean opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but Sam jumped in first.
"I don't think having Bela within a mile of region with us is a very wise idea Dean." Sam's tone was serious.
Dean raised his eyebrows, "awh, c'mon Sam. Don't you think you're overreacting just a little about this?"
"No actually Dean I don't. You know as much as I know that Bela is trouble... all those experiences... all those blackmails...the threats... the stealing and then selling stolen objects to innocent people knowing that it might kill them... she even tried to kill me Dean!"
"Exaggeration."
"Dean she shot me on the shoulder!"
"Yeah that's really life threatening!" Dean exclaimed sarcastically.
"Off the point. Look, this point I'm trying to get through to you is all those bad encounters we've had within the company of Bela Talbot aren't gonna' change within a few weeks..."
Dean sighed. "Well that's debatable... I did win $46,000 on lottery tickets..."
"Yeah, which you would not have won if it weren't for that rabbits foot! And what does it matter anyway? Bela stole that too!"
Dean thought for a while. "Guess you're right..." He trailed off
Sam nodded in agreement with himself and his brother.
"But. Still I think it's rude to ignore her. She's here now so let's just find out what the hell it is that she wants and if she needs her help we'll give her some assistance and before you know it we'll be back to killing some evil son of a bitches and Bela Talbot will be completely out of our lives. For good." Dean reassured his slightly convinced brother with a smile.
"I just hope your right about all this."
"C'mon. When have I ever been wrong?" Dean said self-obsorbently.
"I don't think you want me to answer that."
"Yeah your right I don't." Dean said, shaking his head trying to count all those times.
For all those times Dean has been wrong, he might just be right this time. Maybe...