A/N: I've had this idea for a while, but I fumbled with little details necessary to make it work...until my pal stephaniew came to the rescue. Thanks, Steph...I'd be lost without you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 6: Bela

Sam answers his cell on the second ring while at the same time flinging the door to the motel room open.

"Bela's on her way there, Sammy," Dean barks over the growl of the Impala in the background. "Whatever you do..."

"Uh, Dean?" he cuts in. "You're a little late..."

Bela reaches out and snatches the phone from Sam's grip. "Well, hello, Dean," she purrs, "pity you've left poor Sammy here unprotected."

"You bitch," Dean snarls. "I swear, Bela, if you..."

Smiling at Sam, her brow raised, she terminates the call. She tugs at the belt on her overcoat and removes it, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs sitting at the little formica table in the corner. "You have something I want, Sam," she instructs, trailing her fingers over the buttons on his shirt.

Sam opens his mouth to say something, but immediately shuts it. He's not falling for it. He won't give in.

He watches as she reaches up to pull the pin out of her hair, releasing it to spill in dark waves over her shoulders. She tilts her head to the side and smiles, stroking the pendant at her throat. "You know you're going to give it to me, so why bother with the song and dance?" she asks flippantly. "What's it going to take?"

Sam remains very still as she circles him appraisingly. "You've got nothing I want," he tells her curtly. "And even if you did, Dean has the vial." He immediately curses himself for giving up that they even had anything in the first place.

She strokes a hand over his hip as she comes to face him. "You can't con a con woman, Sam," she scoffs. "If Dean had the Dragon Tears, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to get back here."

Warning bells sound in his ears. Suddenly he doesn't just think she has an advantage, he knows it. "Bela," he warns, trying to sound threatening. "I don't know what you think you're up to..."

"Who me?" she questions, batting her eyes innocently. "I'm hurt..."

"Cut the act," he bites.

"Can't we just have a friendly chat?" she asks, her fingers stroking over his cheek. Their eyes meet and hold. Though he towers over her, the heels she wears lessen the gap between them.

Bela inches closer, her lips a mere whisper away from Sam's. "I'll even ask you nicely," she whispers.

He holds his breath. Her eyes are an impossible shade of green. It's mesmerizing and strangely hypnotic. He tries to shake it off and she takes the move as resistance.

"Please, Sam?" One hand on his shoulder as the other providing just a hint of pressure to the back of his neck, she pulls his mouth down to hers. She nips at his lower lip, sucking it sensuously between her own to ease the sting.

Bela expects him to fight her and pull away, but her charm works. She feels it warming against her chest. When his arms go around her, she sighs and allows the gentle pressure of his tongue to invade mouth and swirl against her own. Pity she didn't have more time to play with his delicious body...

Her hands snake down, stroking against Sam's thighs. She swallows the rumble of desire that spills from his lips and slips her hand into his pocket. Her fingers close around the vile and she smirks. Child's play.

Backing away, she twists her hair back into a knot and reaches for her coat. "It's always lovely to see the Winchester boys," she says, slipping her treasure into the pocket of her trench. "But, this, Sam, was a true pleasure."

Sam just stares at her. He lacks the will to move, can hardly breathe. He knows this will be a problem later, but trapped in the fog of Bela's kiss he isn't sure why.

Her hand closes around the door knob and she casts one last fleeting glance in his direction. "Until next time, love. Give my regards to Dean..."

And, just as suddenly as she arrived, Bela Talbot is gone.

Next up: Ruby