*Next Chapter. Takes place during 4x07. I will take a few scenes from the actual episode at first, but then it goes into my own thing. Hope you like it!

MOTEL ROOM

Sam sat on a sofa, with his laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of him. He then picked up the hex bag. Dean finally comes back to the room and tosses his keys on the table under the window, he then shoves a piece of candy into his mouth.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Sam asked.

"It's Halloween, man."

"For us every day is Halloween." Sam replied.

"Whatever. Anything interesting?"

"Witches for sure, but this isn't your typical hex bag."

"Why?"

Sam explained how old and unique it was. Dean picked up a small charred thing and looked at it.

"And um…that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby."

He threw the bone down, looking disgusted.

"Witches man, they're so friggin' skeevy."

"Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we've ever dealt with, that's for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?"

"No, the guy was super normal...boring. I can't find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead."

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After going to another murder scene and doing more research, the boys find that witches want to raise the demon Samhain from hell. Dean doesn't seem impressed, until Sam informs him that Samhain is known to be the lore behind Halloween.

They also figure out once Samhain is raised, he can raise the dead.

"So what are we talking here? Ghosts, Zombies?

"Yeah and probably more." Sam answered. "Everything we've ever hunted, all in one place."

"Awesome." Dean stated. Sam just smiled grimly.

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Dean walked outside the motel and noticed a car...wait, wasn't that...he stopped his thoughts and turned to go back to his room when he bumped into someone.

"Really? Dean I thought you were the less clumsy one." The woman said.

Dean sighed. "Thought that looked like your car." he commented. He'd seen it the last time they saw each other with the whole ghost sickness thing. "Why are you here?"

"Ask the angel on our shoulders." Bela commented.

"What? Why would he send you to work a case with us?"

"No idea, he said it was important, and he found me about a state over and told me I could come myself or he could send me...I chose to drive."

"Great. Well don't slow us down." He teased, and walked into his room. Bela followed.

"Oh please, I'll only speed things along."

He just shook his head and closed the door.

"So, what were you doing before this? Your usual stealing, lying, and cheating?"

"Mmm as fun and dangerous as that sounds, no. I found out about a book on angels, demons, and a great number of old things that may have information on the seals and Lilith."

Oh. Dean thought. She was actually doing all this?

Bela sat down, keeping her distance from him.

"You get it?" Dean asked. He didn't even care how she'd obtained it.

"No."

"No?"

"Like I said, I was interrupted by our friend."

"Right."

Just then Sam walked into the motel room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, annoyed.

"Castiel sent her." Dean answered.

"Okay...and why would he do that?"

"Well we're working on that."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"So, fill me in then?" Bela asked.

"Witches. Demons. You know, everyday life." Dean said, smirking.

"Cute." she glared.

"Short version. Witches want to raise the demon Samhain from hell, and then he's going to raise the dead. The dead being ghosts, zombies, and everything Sam and I've ever hunted."

Bela looked surprised.

"Well, that is bad."

"Gee really?" Sam remarked. Dean looked at him. Huh, Sam using sarcasm? He usually never let Bela get to him.

Bela just rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm going to get a drink." Sam said, and walked out of the room.

"You know, I'm beginning to think he likes me even less than you do." Bela quipped.

"Yeah...I'm thinking so." Dean said. Dean then looked at his feet. He'd had more flashbacks lately, and his memories had basically came together about hell. He was starting to remember things about it, things he couldn't tell Sam but feared Bela knew. And that right there made the guilt even worse.

"So, still have nightmares?" Dean finally asked. He might as well try to get information out of her.

"Seriously? You want to have a heart to heart about our trip to hell? Of course I have nightmares, I'm sure that's normal. Just let it go Dean."

"Why? I'm pretty damn sure I'm not the only one who's memories are coming back. I'm not asking for us to share our feelings...that's not what I do. I'm just wondering if you do actually remember."

Bela stayed silent. Dean knew that was her answering him. She knew, she remembered. He was certain too that she kept her distance from him on purpose, not that he blamed her.

"Alright fine. Here's the deal Dean... I remember things, and no I don't want to talk about it. You remember them too and it's getting to both of us. So here's what I suggest, we both let it go and ignore it, and do what Castiel is asking of us. I'm not sharing, you're not sharing...we move on with whatever it is we need to do and don't say another word about it. We act like the adults we are, we put up a wall around those memories, and we forget about it."

"I can do that."

"Good."

Bela knew this was the only way for now. She needed to block out the memories of hell and not be afraid anymore. To stop waiting for a demon to come tell her it was all a joke and she was still in hell, to stop fearing Dean everytime she was around him worrying about if he'd snap and hurt her.

Dean was good with it. He didn't have to feel as guilty right now if Bela was willing to ignore those memories. That didn't mean the guilt wasn't there though, and they couldn't bottle this up forever.

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Sam walked back into the motel room a few minutes later, and was about to strike up a conversation with Dean and Bela when he noticed something behind them. Sam pulled out his gun, ready to fire.

Dean and Bela jump up from their seats.

"Who are you?" Sam asked the figure. Dean then rushes in front of Sam.

"Sam wait, that's Castiel." Dean said, and Sam looked at him and then to Bela, who nodded to confirm. He then put his gun away.

They noticed another man in the room standing by the window. "Him we don't know." Dean said.

Sam smiled at Castiel, but didn't speak.

"Hello Sam." Castiel said.

"Oh wow...it's an honor, really,I've uh, heard a lot about you." Sam said to Castiel, Sam was a little flustered.

Sam puts his hand out offering to shake hands with Castiel. The angel is a little confused and hesitant, but finally shakes Sam's hand.

"And I, you Sam Winchester...the boy with demon blood."

Sam's face fell a little bit. Castiel continued.

"I'm glad you've stopped your extracurricular activities."

"Let's keep it that way." Said the larger Angel, Uriel. He was more serious, and seemed hateful.

Dean looks at Castiel, Bela sits back down on the bed.

"Who's your friend?" Dean asked.

Castiel didn't answer him though, and got straight to the point.

"The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it yet?"

"Why?"

"Dean, have you located the witch." Castiel tried again.

Bela watched with interest.

"Yeah." Dean answered.

"Is she dead?"

"Uh no but..." Sam started.

"We know who she is." Dean stated.

"Yes, and she knows who you are as well." Castiel told him grimly, and walked past Bela to the nightstand and reached underneath the drawer.

He pulled out a hex bag and threw it on the bed.

Sam, Dean, and Bela all had an "oh crap" look on their faces.

"If we hadn't found that, you'd be dead." Castiel said. "So, do you know where she is?"

"We're working on it." Dean said.

"I can find her." Bela told them. She was ignored by the angel.

"That is unfortunate." Castiel said.

"Why? You sent her here for this, so you care, but why?" Dean asked.

"Because, the rising of Samhain is one of the seals."

End Chapter.