Au Contraire

Part 2

So, I must say that to date this has probably been one of the most challaenging stories that I've ever attempted, so thank you to everyone for all the kind reviews! I've done my best to try and top part one, and I've got it planned out a bit more...this story is going to be in 5 parts. I hope you'll review and keep the criticism going, may favorite comments have been from all of you who said that you couldn't stand the idea of a Sam-Bela pairing and like the story, so lets see if I can keep it up.

Dean had been trying to break into the damn mansion for over eight hours and, it seemed to be freaking impossible to break into this place. It was guarded by more enchantments and ancient runes than Dean had ever seen before, and it didn't help the situation that Sam was much better at the Latin stuff than he was. He'd come to the conclusion that it would, in fact, be easier to break into the national treasury than it would to get to his brother and Bela. He wasn't any more reassured by the fact that his brother wasn't alone as the knowledge that he was with Bela was almost as scary as the fact that his brother was trapped in that place. He was scared to death that Sam might be hurt and if that conniving bitch did something to hurt his brother again…this time he would shoot her.

As soon as Bela regained consciousness, she and Sam were back at it again.

"Every time…you know, all the rumors about how great your brother is…clearly a perfect example of how the legend is greater than the man."

Sam was doing his best to try and be nice, as he was sure she was in a great deal of pain between the bullet hole in her shoulder and the tennis ball sized bump on her head that he was certain must have caused her to faint. She clearly didn't seem to appreciate the fact that he had, and still was, trying very hard to keep her ass alive, which she still hadn't been able to muster up a simple thank you for. She just made it so damn hard to not want to shoot her. Even when he felt like he was falling in love with her.

"Would it kill you to say something nice?" Sam questioned her. He didn't get it; minutes ago it was like she had been a different Bela, softer and genuine. Now, it was like none of that ever happened with her, she hadn't even acknowledged the impromptu kiss.

"The view's not bad." She smirked in his direction; if there was one thing she could say for the Winchesters…no matter what was happening with them, they always looked good.

It took Sam a minute to figure out what she was referring to and then it hit him. Sam sighed, really she and Dean…two of a kind--except, though Dean did have his moments, wasn't quite the scheming, calculating bitch that Bela had proven herself to be on quite a few occasions.

"Can we make an agreement?" Sam asked her, ignoring the comment. He swore, only she had his brother could both think of sex at an inopportune moment such as this was…though he couldn't help but to admit his mind was tempted to wander down the path of that possibility. Sam was about to continue when she interrupted.

"And the agreement would be…what?"

Sam looked at her; clearly they seemed to be back at the not trusting of each other one again. He really didn't get her, it was like she had two personalities and he would love to know what had made her so un-trusting.

"Since I am trying to keep you alive, could you at least be honest with me?"

"You mean trust you."

"Would it kill you?"

"Maybe. Probably." She told him, dead serious now. He knew the risks of this business just as well as she could, there was no good will between hunters. "Being a hunter…you should know that. In this line of work, trust is a luxury that we don't get. Trust can get you killed."

Her words ran bone chillingly true to him as he flashed back to Cold Oak. Sam forced himself to ignore the string of thoughts that ran through his head like a broken record tape every time he thought back to that day.

"You know I'm right, don't you?" Bela caught the flash of recognition in his eyes and found herself curiosity piqued, and yearning to know more about it, more about Sam. There was certainly something about him that was unlike other hunters and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could also see that he wasn't going to budge and start spilling the deep, dark, dirty Winchester past to her.

"What made you so bitter, Bela? How can you possibly know this much about the world that we know about, what's really out there, and not care enough to do something about it, to try and make a difference, and do something good with it."

"Maybe because I do live in this world." Bela was on the defensive, someone like Sam could never understand the way she felt about it. He was a hunter, and he actually still was naive to believe that there was still some goodness left in it, a person like that could never get the choices she'd made.

"Fine. But why are you so against some of us that do care enough to hunt down what's out there?"

"Care?" Bela deadpanned. "Sam. Hunters don't do the job because they care. No one in this business gives a damn about anything but vengeance-you just might be the exception. You can't possibly sit there and tell me that your family got into it for any reason aside from revenge. No one gets into it to save people, they do it for revenge. The obsession consumes people before they ever find what they're hunting for. It's a waste of a way to live a life, and at least I can be honest about it."

"That's not true." Sam denied, feeling as if she'd revealed a whole lot more about herself in that statement than she intended to. He just wasn't sure what. Bela was like a puzzle where the pieces hadn't even been discovered, and you had no idea what the end product was supposed to look like.

"It isn't?" Bela pressed. "Then why are you here? A demon killed your mother, your girlfriend, your father...what other motivation do you have? You want revenge."

"Dean and I got our revenge a long time ago and we haven't stopped. We hunt what's evil, and we save innocent lives...we give someone else a chance for a normal life."

"And what thanks do you get from it. You're completely miserable." Bela finished.

"What?"

"You're miserable, and Dean's no better. It's impossible to be happy as a hunter. That life...doesn't lead itself to a happy ending. Ever."

"Pretty knowledgeable for someone who's not a hunter." Sam noted. "Pretty miserable too."

"Hunters are never happy." She argued back. "It's always; 'the next hunt', 'the next demon', its pathetic...most hunters die still thinking about revenge."

"And being a thief is that much more fulfilling?"

"A thief?" Bela objected.

"Isn't that what you are?" Sam asked, "Then what are you?"

"A thief and a liar." Bela grinned, "A really good, rich, thief and liar, actually. But then again so are most hunters...just not as good as I am."

"You have so many faces...I don't get you Bela. One second you're this conniving bitch and then suddenly you switch and become this person...I know that there's some good in you I'm just straining really hard to find it. You'll sleep with me, but you won't tell me how you got into this business. You'll tell me that you think I'm better than most hunters and then you'll bash what I do altogether so, please, be honest with me here...one thing. One true thing about yourself."

"You want true?" Bela circled around him, so close he could feel her touch upon his arm, her whisper in his ear, the breath tickled his skin, and he thought about how easy it would be to just let it be sex, but somehow he couldn't. He didn't want it to be just sex, he was too intrigued by her to just let it be sex. "Let's make a deal. I tell you something...true. And we have sex."

Sam nodded his head intently, wondering what it was about her that made him feel like he was sixteen and terrified of the power she held over him.

Inches away, she whispered in his ear. "I killed my entire family."

Sam swung his head around so abruptly to look at her, he nearly fell over. He'd wanted the truth but...was this too much truth? Could she really be a cold blooded murdered or...did she have motivation behind it. Maybe she had no choice, even as he thought it he knew it was doubtful, like Dean told him...You always have a choice.

"Why?" Sam asked her.

"I thought we agreed on one thing?" Bela asked with a twisted smile, not quite a smile, but close enough; a sad smile Sam would've described it.

"Bela, please?"

"Well, why not, lets get the whole ugly story out in the open. Not like it's that big of a secret. My parents were hunters and I killed them, and then I killed my sister too."

Sam looked at her in shock. Hunters? He never actually thought she had seen this part of the life, how do you go from hunting to...what she was.

"Mmmm...Why right? How could someone—even someone as much as a conniving bitch as I am do something so unforgivingly evil? I hated the life and I hated them for dragging me and my sister into it. They came back one night after a hunt, I knew they weren't like themselves...they were possessed. They were going to kill us so...I shot them, a bullet to the heart."

"I'm sorry." Sam told her, moving closer to comfort her, he could see that she was shaking after having told the story. It was like she had shed that tough, hard jaded exterior again. "Bela, I'm so sorry, but you didn't have another choice. What could you have done?"

"I should have exorcised them, but I made the choice a long time ago...to take the easy way out. I shot them and it felt good. I was free, I murdered my parents and I was happy."

Sam couldn't imagine how it must have felt, killing your parents. When you had no choice, he didn't understand why she tortured herself and pretended that she was happy by the choice...she was so twisted, he wondered if she'd ever just allowed herself to feel it, to actually hurt over the fact that they were gone. Somehow, he doubted it. He was sure that she had been too busy building her defenses, making herself untouchable, making herself feel better by pretending it made her happy.

"And then I did something that you, you Sam could never understand."

"Why can't I?"

"Because, I've seen you and I've heard the stories about you and your brother...you'd die for him, wouldn't you? And I heard the anger in Dean's voice, saw the look in his eye when I told Gordon where you two were...he'd die for you and he'd hurt anyone who attempted to come near you...you'd die for each other."

Sam thought about it for a moment and it stung like tossing salt in an open wound. He wished to god that it wasn't true, it was, and his brother was going to die for him, maybe that devotion...wasn't entirely a good thing. He didn't want to end up alone, embittered, and vindictive...like Bela had become.

"I know how that obsession for revenge can consume a person. I watched it happen to my little sister. She was eighteen—she had only been thirteen when our parents died—and then she went after a vampire clan after hearing some stupid rumor, some theory on the demon she was after...they turned her into a vampire. When I found out I hunted her, and I killed her. I chopped my sister's head off."

"I'm sorry." Sam didn't know what else to say, what could he possibly say to that. If he had lived her life...he'd hate hunting too.

"Hey, we all make our choices." Bela said. "You chose your family and I chose my freedom."

Sam was about to say something and then two things happened consecutively. Dean busted into the place and Bela stumbled into his arms after just missing getting knocked over by a few pounds of drywall that Dena sent crashing down.

"Sammy!" Dean looked worried about his brother. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Sam took a hold of Bela supporting her just in case she fainted again, she had lost a lot of blood and they needed to get her to the hospital. "We need to get her to the hospital."

"Your brother would have had self-gratuitous sex with me." Bela whispered in his ear, as they exited the currently calm mansion.

As soon as Dean came in and saw that his brother was okay, he had struggled to tear his gaze from Bela's chest, still only covered by the revealing lace bra, and Sam's jacket over her shoulders for warmth.

Bela...no shirt...black lace bra...Sam's jacket...Sam's jacket? No, Dean thought, could they have...nah...no way. Sam never would have had sex just because...god, she was looking good...Dean suddenly wished he could have traded places with his brother for a few hours to take her up on that former offer of angry sex...

"Eyes back in the sockets, yeah Dean?" Bela said with a smirk.

Yes, Dean definitely would have jumped for the self-gratuitous sex. Perhaps that was what had lit her unwavering fancy in Sam...She still couldn't help but to want to tear off his clothes and go for a round...or two. She had the most terrible suspicion that he would be quite good in bed.

For anyone who is interested in continuing onto Part 3, which will be posted soon, just have a few bugs to work out...the rating will be going up to cover come cough certian literay cough elements double cough. Sorry if that inconveinces anyone but yes, it will be getting fairly raunchy, however if you can watch the show...keep reading. Remeber to review...its like chocloate...but better. And still taking suggestions for fics, please hunor me i have lots of time to fill til my computer and its cord can be fixed. any challenge...please...boredom makes my mind turn dirty...lol. thnks for reading!