*On to the next chapter. I'm going to really try to add some stuff in...but I don't know. I think for this one i won't go through any whole episode since this is a Dean/Bela fic mostly...I'll probably just summarize the some of the episodes used. We'll see. So anyways here's the first chapter! Takes place at first during Metamorpheses beginning, and then later during Yellow Fever. Why, because that episode made me laugh so I had to do it, sorry! :)

Motel Room

Bela awakens in bed, obviously they were back. What had happened? She didn't even know how it all played out.

"Hello Isobela".

"Castiel. I assume you brought us back. Where's Dean?"

"Going to find Sam I presume. He may not like what he sees."

"What's wrong with him? Sam I mean."

"Dean will fill you in once he finds out."

"Right. So the demon, he isn't dead is he? Nothing has changed."

"No. Destiny cannot be altered, we just needed Dean to learn a few things."

"Then why send me back?"

"Dean is going to need you...maybe not now, but he will. It is important that you are here."

"I don't follow."

"You will in time. You look frightened."

"I'm not sure...he makes me nervous."

"Dean?"

She nodded.

"You two are having flashes of hell are you not?"

"I think so...wait Dean as well?"

"Yes. We were hoping those memories could stay dorment...but in time they will make you stronger."

"How's that? What if we break down?"

"You won't."

Castiel disappeared.

Bela was more confused than before. The dreams were haunting her...and things were slowly becoming more clear. The torture played out in every dream...or memory really. The more she remembered, the more timid she felt around him. She didn't want to be scared around Dean...but in a deep part of her mind she was.

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Bela had gathered her things and was about to exit the Winchesters motel room when Sam burst in.

"Sam." she half yelled in surprise.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked. He was obviously uptight about something.

"I woke up here...a little angel assistance. Where's Dean?"

"Somewhere seething probably, or drinking. I really think you need to leave." Sam said, glaring.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, that is what I'm trying to do." She grabbed her jacket as Sam sat down with his laptop. "Tell him I'm fine, and heading home to Queens."

Sam nodded...but he wasn't really agreeing with her.

She was about to walk out the door when Dean shoved open the door and slammed it shut behind him. Castiel had said Dean wouldn't like what he found...but if Bela thought he was angry back in 1973 with the demon, that was nothing compared to right now.

Dean walked to the bed where his stuff was and started packing. Bela was unsure whether to stay and figure out what was wrong or just leave.

"Dean what are you doing?" Sam tried. Dean continued packing.

Bela made her way to the door, but stopped again, watching.

"Dean, are you leaving?" Sam tried again.

"You don't need me." Dean huffed. "You and Ruby go fight demons."

Who was Ruby? Bela thought.

Dean made his way to where Bela stood by the door, but Sam stopped him.

"Seriousy Dean wait."

Dean then swung around, and decked Sam right in the face. Bela gasped...now that she hadn't seen coming. She inched her way backwards again, turning the doorknob. But she just couldn't bring herself to walk away yet.

"Satisfied?" Sam asked.

What was wrong with Sam? She was not pretty sure she didn't like him very much.

Dean punched him again.

"Guess not."

"Do you even get how far gone you are? How far from normal?"

"I'm just exorcising demons Dean."

"With your mind!" Dean yelled.

Bela's jaw might've dropped at that...but she quickly composed herself.

"Goodbye boys." She called, just for her own satisfaction. She quickly exited the door, deciding she'd call to bother Dean about this later.

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After deciding to put their issues on hold, Dean and Sam decide to head off on another case. Dean is waiting in the impala for Sam, who'd ran into gas station to grab some drinks and food. He pulled out his phone. It only took 2 rings.

"Yes Dean?"

"You left."

"I told you I was leaving. Castiel seemed good with it...and I need to get more of my things and take care of stuff before helping you stop Lilith."

"You're not running then?"

"Like our angel friend is going to let me do that. He says I'm needed, but whatever. I can help from a different location, I don't need to be involved with your brotherly drama...speaking of, what about Sam?"

"Don't. I don't wanna talk about it right now."

"I just spent an entire day in the past with you just so you could figure out things about your brother. I'd say I'm entitled to a tiny bit of information Dean."

"Not right now. Cliff notes version. Sam's working with a demon bitch named Ruby who's swayed him into thinking he's doing the right thing by using his freaky mojo to send demons back to hell."

Bela sighed. "And what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, he just promised he'd stop, and do things the normal way from now on."

"You believe him?"

"Would you?"

"Of course not...but I've been told I'm a liar...and therefore I don't really trust anyone else either."

"Right. Goodbye Bela. I'm sure I'll be talking to you soon, unfortunately."

He then hung up.

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It had been over a week, neither had contacted one another. Bela had went back to Queens and gathered what she could of her things. The nightmares of hell had continued, and she'd even went as far as drinking to keep herself from freaking out about it.

She was definatley glad to have a break from Dean, and hoped to work out her issues. Unfortunately the memories of hell were making that difficult. She always struggled with the guilt of her deal, but she paid her price. She went to hell and now she had the chance to not feel guilty anymore...except she still did. Maybe not for her deal anymore...but for other things she'd done in the past several years. But Bela pushed through the guilt, and tried to shut out those feelings and just act like the woman she'd been lately. However, she wasn't that girl...she'd been to hell and now was forced to work for angels. She hated working 'for' anyone...but she didn't have a choice, and she was okay with that as long as she was just alive.

Dean and Sam worked their case, with Dean still harboring some anger towards his younger brother. However, they'd made it through a few hunts, the last one being pretty fun for Dean, working the shapeshifter case during Octoberfest and even stealing a few kisses from the blonde woman he'd saved. This right here was one of the fun parts of hunting for Dean. Granted, most of that was just a mask for his feelings.

Dean too was drinking a lot, Bela wasn't the only one having issues dealing with hell.

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Queens, Bela's condo.

Bela had been sleeping, albeit unsoundly, for a few hours when her phone rang. She was cautious to answer it, because she was sure she'd not told anyone she was alive yet...

She picked the phone up on the last ring, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Bela."

It was Sam. Well, she wasn't sure relieved was the right feeling...but it was better than anything else.

"Sam. What do you want at 4:00 in the morning?" she said, accent heavy and definately sounded tired.

"Um...I hate asking, but we kind of need your help. Bobby's gonna help me find this thing, but Dean's kind of losing it."

"What are you talking about? I'm going to need more to go on than 'Dean's losing it."

"He was infected by something called ghost sickness...and it's causing him to go crazy, and I don't want to leave him alone while me and Bobby finish this hunt."

"Does Dean know your calling me?"

"No."

She sighed heavily.

"Look I'm not his babysitter, and since you're not Castiel asking for help with the seals I don't see how this has anything to do with me, so..."

"You want him to kill himself before we find Lilith and stop her from breaking the seals? Don't think the angels would be thrilled with that, so why don't you just shut up and get here and help my brother."

There was that damn guilt thing again.

"Fine. where are you?"

Sam told her.