Spoilers for 3.15

Chapter 20

It was either late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you viewed it when Clay crept out of his room. He waited until Bobby was fast asleep so he wouldn't be caught.

Clay tiptoed into the living room/library where Bobby kept his notes and books askew around the room.

Out of courtesy for Bobby's privacy, Clay never once thought to look through the books or papers. He was sure they looked rather boring.

But now he was convinced that Bobby was working with Sam and Dean. And whatever the big secret was about their job, Clay was sure was in these books.

There was a large leather bound book with yellowing pages sitting on top of Bobby's desk with a page marked. This was obviously the last book Bobby was reading because it was just out in the open.

Clay took a seat in Bobby's chair, and propped open the book to where Bobby had left off. He was taken aback by what he read.

"In folkloric tales, undead vampires often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early Nineteenth Century. Although vampiric entities have been recorded in most cultures, the term vampire was not popularised until the early 18th century, after an influx of vampire superstition into Western Europe from areas where vampire legends were frequent, such as the Balkans and Eastern Europe, although local variants were also known by different names, such as vampir (вампир) in Serbia,vrykolakas in Greece and strigoi in Romania."

Clay's eyebrow knit in confusion. Why would Bobby be reading up on vampire lore? That didn't make any sense to Clay.

So he shrugged it off, maybe the occult was just a hobby of Bobby's.

Clay closed the book and left it exactly where Bobby left it.

Clay walked over to a pile of books and pulled out a smaller, blue covered book that looked a little newer than the last book.

But just from the title, Clay was turned off. "Demonology".

Okay, something wasn't right.

Clay put the book back and then paced for a few moments deciding what his next move would be.

He had talked to Sam earlier, and like Bobby had suggested, he asked what he and Dean did for a living. He approached it as if it was small talk, but Sam quickly changed the subject. The only good news Clay got from that conversation was that Sam and Dean were done with their 'business' and now on their way back to get him.

Clay then spotted the closet across the room that was usually locked by padlock…wasn't. One of the doors was actually open a tiny crack, just begging Clay to look inside.

He strolled over to the closet slowly, and just as he was about to open the door a small voice in his head sang 'curiosity killed the cat'.

But Clay shrugged it off and opened the door.

Fear instantly gripped at Clay's heart, as his throat constricted.

All sorts of weaponry hung from the walls of the cabinet in a neat and tidy order. Big guns, little guns, sniper rifles, flame throwers, kerosene, grenades, knives of every shape and size, machete's, wooden stakes, crosses, holy water, any kind of weapon Clay could think of was sitting right before his eyes.

Maybe this was his dads' job. Or what he was sure Sam thought was his job. Clay thought for a moment that maybe his dad, his uncle, and this Bobby character were crazy.

Where there is one, that one can always find company.

Clay closed the cabinet and then made his way with wide eyes to the front door. He was about to bolt, but then he froze; if these people wanted to kill him they certainly could have done it already.

Clay dropped his hand and then sighed. He was getting rather attached to Sam, maybe he would have a reasonable explanation.

So Clay trotted off to bed in hopes that Sam didn't turn out to be crazy…but also feared what it would mean if he was sane.

xXx

Bela opened the door to Sam and Dean's motel room in The Eerie with a small pistol in her hand. She peered in and saw two sleeping figures in the twin beds and sighed in relief as she figured they were fast asleep.

She closed the door behind her silently so she didn't wake either of them up. She looked over her shoulder at them and saw that they didn't even stir.

With a look of determination, Bela held the small pistol up to the figure in the bed to her left and squeezed off three shots. Then she did the same with the sleeping figure on the right.

She then put the pistol down, and went to the bed on the left and saw blonde hair peeking through the top of the sheets by the pillow. It must have been Dean.

To check her handy work, she pulled the sheet off.

Bela's heart dropped to her stomach at the sight of a blonde blow up doll wheezing as it deflated. This wasn't Dean.

She then stormed over to the other bed and noticed the brown hair peeking over the top of the sheet. This was obviously Sam's bed…right?

Wrong. She pulled back the sheet and her breath stilled when she saw another blowup doll slowly deflating.

Her eyebrows knit together as she thought hard. How could they have known she would come?

Suddenly the motel phone rang, and Bela picked it up apprehensively. She held her breath until the caller spoke.

"Hey Bela," Dean's voice said in phony cheeriness, "Here's an extra fun fact you may not know; I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt."

"You don't understand." Bela replied shakily.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly," Dean said darkly, "you see I noticed something interesting in your hotel room…something tucked above the door. An herb? Devils Shoe String?"

Bela sits on what she moments ago thought was Dean's bed, and her eyes begin to water as Dean continues.

"Well there's only one use for that…holding Hell Hounds at bay. So I went back and took a look at your folks obit…turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work, you made a deal, didn't you Bela? And it's come due."

Tears stream faster down Bela's cheeks as she remembers making the deal.

She sat on the squeaky park swings thinking about her parents and how they continuously hurt her. It was a rather nice day outside, but she was too deep in her feelings of melancholy to pay much attention.

Little Abbey stopped swinging when another little girl appears next to her on the swing adjacent to her. The little girl had long blonde hair, and she wore the school uniform. She must have been in the younger class.

"I can take care of them for you." The little British girl says with a smirk, "and it won't even cost you anything…for ten whole years."

Abbey looks at the little girl, and to her amazement, her eyes flash red. Abbey then accepted the offer.

Dean's harsh tone of voice snaps Bela from her memory.

"Is that why you stole the colt? To try and wriggle your way out of the deal? The gun for your soul?"

Bela sniffles as another tear falls down her face, "Yes."

"But stealing the colt wasn't quite enough I'm guessing." Dean spat hatefully.

"They changed the deal…they wanted me to kill Sam." Bela choked out.

"Wow. Demons, untrustworthy." Dean replied sarcastically, "It's kinda a tight deadline too isn't it? What time is it?"

Bela looked at the clock on the nightstand as it flashed eleven fifty eight.

"Ah look at that…almost midnight." Dean said in mock sadness.

"Listen Dean I need help!" Bela sobbed openly.

"Sweetheart we are weeks past help." Dean replied angrily.

"I know I don't deserve it!" Bela cried, her face shining with wet tears.

"No you're right you don't, but you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner, and asked for help we probably could've taken the colt and saved you!" Dean yelled.

"I know, and saved yourself." Bela said as she choked back more tears and sniffled, "I know about your deal Dean."

"Oh yea? And who told you that?" Dean asked emotionlessly.

"The demon who holds it, she holds mine too. She says she holds every deal." Bela choked out.

"She?" Dean asked, suddenly interested.

"Her name's Lilith." Bela admitted.

"Lilith?" Dean clarified out loud, "why should I believe you?"

"You shouldn't but it's the truth." Bela replied as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"This can't save you Bela, so why are you telling me this?" Dean demanded furiously.

"So just maybe you can kill the bitch." Bela replied simply.

There was a long silence as Dean considered what she said.

"I'll see you in Hell." Dean spat, and then hung up on her.

Bela slowly hung up the phone, and then stood from the bed. She looked down at the clock as it clicked midnight.

At that moment she heard howling from the distance, causing her to look out the window. Then to her horror there was a loud snarl, and it all went blank.

xXx

Dean was sitting behind the steering wheel of the Impala and Sam in his usual spot in the passengers' side. They were on the road back to Bobby's house.

It was silent as Dean hung up the phone. His face was hard as he drove, his eyes stared at the road before them non-blinkingly.

Sam however, was very deep in thought.

It turns out that the same Lilith that wants him dead also wants Dean in Hell. He wondered why. Was this some sort of sick way of getting to him?

If that were it, then why hasn't she come after Clay?

Either way, Sam was going to make sure Lilith died before she hurt Clay or Dean.

How was this guys? :D