Spoilers for episode 3.15

Chapter 19

Clay sat silently on the couch in Bobby's living room watching Bobby do some research at his desk. Clay shuffled his feet back and forth absently and kept his arms placed on either side of him.

Every once in a while, Bobby would look up from his research to see what Clay was up to. It unnerved him to no end when he noticed that the kid hadn't moved in nearly an hour.

For the last four days Clay had been keeping his promise by placing frequent phone calls to Sam every night, with Bobby's permission.

Clay never complained though, he never really had many conversations with Bobby unless of course Clay was looking for entertainment and would levitate a salt shaker or two, which of course made Bobby red in the face. Not necessarily in anger, but out of lack of words.

Bobby had disciplined Sam and Dean when they were younger and staying at his house sure. But that was before Sam's powers manifested, so Bobby had no experience in disciplining a psychic child.

Clay cocked his head to the side as he watched Bobby read through his papers and write his little notes.

He sighed aloud, hoping to get Bobby's attention.

It worked.

Bobby looked up at him, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Ya need somethin' kid?" Bobby asked tiredly.

Clay shook his head, "Nope…"

Bobby nodded, and then looked back down at his papers.

"Do you know what Sam and Dean do?" Clay asked curiously.

Bobby's head snapped up, his eyes were wide, "why d'you ask, kid?"

Clay shrugged, "because I asked Dean…and he said they were mechanics…but I think he was lying."

Bobby readjusted the cap on his head nervously, "You think, or you know?"

"I know." Clay said simply, making eye contact with Bobby.

Bobby sighed, "Look, don't worry about it boy. It's not hurting anyone, so it's not all that important."

"If it's not important then why does no one tell me?" Clay challenged.

"Did you ask yer daddy what he does?" Bobby asked blankly.

"No." Clay replied simply.

"Well ask him next time you talk to him." Bobby said emotionlessly as he turned his attention back to his research.

Clay cocked his head again, "Do you…have the same job?"

Bobby's head snapped up again, "Not exactly."

Clay nodded in understanding, then stood up from the couch and walked to the guest room where he had been staying. He now knew what his next move would be.

xXx

Bela walked into her hotel room and locked the door behind her. She turned around, but was suddenly pushed against the wall by none other than Dean Winchester with a pistol in one hand, and the other hand on his throat.

"Where's the colt?" Dean demands in a deep voice, his tone clearly letting her know that he's not kidding around.

"Dean." She said simply.

"No extra words" Dean snaps, as Sam slowly walks to Dean's side, his face blank and emotionless.

"It's long gone…across the world by now." Bela replies shakily.

Dean nods his head in Sam's direction. Sam nods back, understanding the message clearly. He turns around and starts rummaging through Bela's belongings. He tore through her drawers, and suitcases, and bags, he even flipped over her mattress, but still came up with nothing.

"It's gone," Bela says calmly, "get on a plane if you must. If you track down the buyer you might catch up to him eventually."

Dean eases off her throat as Sam walks back to his side. Dean takes a couple steps back and levels the gun to the center of Bela's head.

"You going to kill me?" Bela asked in a tone that could have been taken challengingly, if she didn't sound so terrified.

"Oh yea." Dean replied simply.

"You're not the cold blooded type." Bela said.

"You mean like you?" Dean asked with a humorless smile, "it's true, you see I couldn't imagine killing my parents."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bela replied defensively.

"Yes you do." Dean snapped back, "You were what…fourteen? Your parents died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed break-line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela – I'm sorry…Abbey, inheriting millions."

Bela's eyes widened and her mouth hung agape for a moment before composing herself and putting a defensive smirk on her face.

"They were lovely people," Bela said passively, "and I killed them. And I can't be bothered to give a damn…just like I don't care what happens to you."

Dean shoved her against the wall angrily, but kept his body on her so he was face to face with her. A disgusted look plastered on his face.

"You make me sick." Dean whispered to her.

"Likewise." Bela whispered back.

Dean backed off her, and then pointed the gun to her face again. This time, Bela closed her eyes as if this time she was expecting the shot to come.

Dean looked up above the door and saw a stringy brown herb tucked only a little bit out of site, when something dawned on him. He then felt something wriggle in his pocket and he tried his best not to smile.

Bela opened her eyes, but she still looked at passive as ever.

Dean put the gun down, and looked Bela in the face, "You're not worth it."

Sam looked at Dean in confusion and cocked his head. They came here with every intention to kill her, and now Dean couldn't bring himself to do it?

Dean then forcefully shoved Bela out of the way as he walked out the door with Sam at his heel, closing the door behind them.

Bela looked at the closed door and took in a deep calming breath as she unfolded the crumbled paper in her hand that she had taken from Dean's pocket.

It was a motel receipt for 'The Eerie'

Bela then walked over to her bag that Sam had turned inside out and picked out her cellphone. She punched in a number, and then held the phone up to her ear.

"It worked, they found me." Bela said shakily.

A moment of silence filled the room as the mystery person spoke.

"Yes…Sam was with him…but I didn't make a move with Dean here…but I know where they are." Bela said nervously.

A chill ran up Bela's spine as she was given orders on what her next move was to be.

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