Sam and Dean returned to Bela's location.
Bela, who was now perched at the tip of the leather couch, wondered what the hell these two were planning on her behind her back?
Dean fixed a straight face before stating, "Bela, Sam and I have agreed to help you with whatever it is you've came here for – cause you have came here for help there is no other reason for you turning up unexplained!" Dean turned to his brother for support.
"Yeah, so whatever it is that you need we're here to help. So what is it?" Sam fixed a fake helpful smile.
Bela chuckled in disbelief, before standing up and placing her empty glass on the bedsit beside her. "You boys really underestimate me, don't you? You assume that I've came here for your assistances? Can an old time friend not show up to surprise her two favorite brothers? Is it such a crime to try and patch up our bumpy roads?"
Dean opened his mouth to say something when Sam jumped in infront of him.
"This isn't about patching up our bumpy roads Bela. This is about you. It always has been and always will be. So stop trying to cover up the truth and tell us why you're really here."
Bela sighed, not intending to give in so easily. She was used to getting her own way and this was exactly what she was gonna' do! "I've tried, but, obviously I've failed because nor you or Dean believe me, so what is the point? I'll let you two get some rest. I have a feeling its going to be a busy day tomorrow." Bela smiled angelically, heading for the door.
"Oh and by the way," Dean began.
Bela turned back slightly.
"We never were your favorite brothers." He retorted.
"Who's to say that won't change?" Bela smiled secretively before swinging open the door and leaving...