Alright, I'm skipping "It's A Terrible Life." I just don't think it's worth me rewriting to fit bela into. So you can go ahead and just believe that it already happened.

It has been a few weeks since everything had happened with Alastair and since Dean and Bela last saw each other.

Bookstore, Day.

Dean followed Sam into a bookstore to question a man on what seemed a typical hunt. However, it ended up being stranger than they thought when the clerk knew their real names and what their 'story' was. Not only that, but there was books about them.

Dean was hungry, tired, and cranky...and this just made Dean even more annoyed.

Sam requested every book in the series that the man had in the store. They took the 2 bags full of books and headed out the door. What they weren't expecting was to run into Bela on the way out...literally for Dean, who about dropped the bag.

"Sorr...Bela?" Dean said in surprise.

"Dean, hey."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. He appeared irritated that she was there, but it was more that he worried she saw too much with Alastair's death and would tell Dean about it.

"Well when I used some of my occult items to gain information on Lilith the only answer I got was a location...which was here. I guess the only lead I was given was the two of you."

"Well...maybe it's in these." Dean saidl.

Bela glanced at the bags they carried. "A novel series? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Yeah...about that." Dean started.

"What did I miss?" She asked.

"Follow us to the motel. We're still figuring that out."

They got into the impala, and Bela went to her own car.

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Motel Room

Sam was in the chair at the desk, Bela was sitting cross legged on one bed with Dean laying propped against the headboard of the other bed. Sam was concentrated on his laptop while Bela and Dean had books open.

"Okay this is friggin' insane." Dean commented after a few minutes.

"Could someone inform me on how the author knows all this about your lives?" Bela asked, concerned.

"You got me." Sam replied.

"I don't get it, he put everything in here. I mean it goes from the ghost truck from hell to me having sex. Dude...I'm full frontal in here." Dean commented.

Bela, who was taking a sip of her coffee, nearly spit it out. Well that wasn't awkward for her at all. She assumed, seeing the cover of the book Dean was reading, that this naked encounter had nothing whatsoever to do with her.

He gave her a smirk, noticing the look on her face. Sam grimaced a little.

"So, question is how did we not know about these?" Dean asked.

"No idea...didn't get that much circulation though, this guy only put out a few dozen before going bankrupt. And Dean, the last one published ended with you going to hell Dean."

He and Bela looked up in surprise at that.

Bela went back to reading and turned a few pages to find the chapters with her and Dean headed to the museum. She laughed out loud a little bit when she saw her line about the 'angry sex'. Well...if she could see herself now. And the sex hadn't even been that angry.

Dean looked at her confused. She just shook her head.

Dean then took a look at Sam's laptop to find there were actually forums on these books. However, Dean had wished he hadn't seen it. He'd been disgusted at some of the fans thoughts, Sam was both slightly amused and still a little grossed out. Bela however, was fairly amused at the boys expense.

"Oh look there's a couple ones about you." Dean said. She stopped laughing.

"What?" she questioned.

Dean laughed loudly. She glared at him.

"Well, apparently I wasn't the only one who wasn't a fan of yours..." she glared harder. He grinned. "Oh look wait...you do have a few people who liked you a lot. You should be happy."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, these so called 'fans' haven't ever met us."

They came to the conclusion that they had to find this writer, Carver Edlund, in the morning.

"I can't sleep. I'm going to just head to the library and see if I can find out what this guys real name is. I'll be back in the morning." Sam said. Dean gave him a strange look.

Bela watched as Sam left...she was half hoping he wouldn't have left her and Dean alone together, again. Although, she could just go get her own room. Dean however, wasn't going to let that happen.

"Okay well I've read enough. I'm going to go...get a room." she said suddenly.

Dean smiled. "Sam's gone...there's two beds." he replied.

"Yeah well he could come back." she said, picking up her jacket.

"Bela..."

"Sweetie I'm more than capable of getting my own room." she said sarcastically, interrupting him.

Dean walked over to where she stood. "What's your deal?"

"What, nothing. I'm tired and..."

"...and avoiding me." Dean finished.

"I am not avoiding you." she argued.

"Right okay I believe you." he said, rolling his eyes again.

"Goodnight." she said, trying to make her way around him to the door. However, Dean wasn't moving. Bela stopped. "What do you want?"

"Nothin."

"Then can you let me past you?"

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?" she said, sighing loudly.

"To prove your avoiding me."

"I am not..." she started, he broke in though.

"You are. It's fine. Look, I won't do anything okay. You don't have to leave, I'll behave." he said, smirking a little at the last part.

Bela let out a breath. Well...it wasn't that she didn't want him to touch her...she was more worried about what would happen if he did. That they wouldn't be able to stop, that she couldn't just walk away from him when it was over. They both were used to hardly ever being with the same person more than once. She'd done so well at not getting attached...and here she was letting herself get attached to Dean. What was wrong with her? Hell, what was Dean thinking?

She placed her jacket back on the bed. Dean stepped back away from her, giving her space seeing that he'd won.

"I'm going to go shower. Get some sleep." he said. He grabbed his bag and headed for the bathroom and shut the door hard behind him. Bela sank down onto the bed.

Dean wasn't sure what to think. They both ignored it the first time they'd been together, and now Bela was avoiding him after just a kiss a few weeks ago. Huh...weird. Then again, what was up with him? He'd kissed her, and they weren't expecting to die he'd just done it. He wasn't the affectionate type and he was the one thinking about her. He just couldn't help it, after that year of despising her he couldn't get enough of her anymore. She was intoxicating to him.

He turned on the water in the shower and eventually tried to use the lukewarm water to clear his thoughts.

Bela herself was trying not to think about him too. She had put all the covers down, grumbled a little about the quality of the sheets, and then climbed underneath. She still wasn't asleep when she heard the bathroom door open 10 minutes later, and made the mistake of looking up at him as he came out. She tried to turn her head back to neutral position but he'd noticed. He didn't say a word though.

He headed for the opposite bed and layed down, turning the other way. If she wanted to ignore things, he'd do the same.

It had been about a half hour, Dean was still awake. He didn't sleep well these days, with the nightmares and the added guilt of breaking a seal he just couldn't seem to fall asleep for more than a couple hours a night. Dean heard moaning and realized he wasn't the only one the nightmares of hell still affected. Bela's breathing was shallow and her face held fear. He could see she was tossing around a lot. Then she sat up abrubtly, eyes open. She was trying to catch her breath and calm down.

She looked over to meet Dean's eye...oops, she didn't know he was watching. Dean wondered if she did that every night. He didn't make it awkward for her though, and instead just gave her a reassuring smile. She exhaled...thinking of hell had her stressed. Those thoughts had gotten worse after what Dean had been through with Alastair. She worried about him, and it affected her too. There wasn't much that would help...but then she saw Dean scoot over on the bed. It was a silent invitation. She wasn't sure what she should do. Neither of them were the cuddling comforting type.

Bela waited several minutes and saw him close his eyes, ready to give up on her. She finally made her way out of her bed and took the two steps to his. She slid inside without one word. Dean also stayed silent and let her get comfortable before he finallly pulled the sheet over her and layed his arm across her hip. Bela didn't remove it, and she was pretty sure her body shifted closer to him on it's own. It then was only minutes before they were both asleep, breathing together and for the first time since returning from hell neither of them had a single nightmare about that dreadful place.

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Sam returned around 5am...he had suspected something was going on between Bela and his brother...but he hadn't expected to find them asleep, clothing still in place, and they both looked content. He hadn't seen Dean sleep in a while. He'd disliked the fact that Bela had came back and was helping them, but he couldn't help but be greatful in that moment that she was here and seemed to help Dean find some sort of peace. He wasn't sure how she did it...maybe it was something about surviving hell together.

End Chapt.