Title: Bela's Back
Summary: Bela somehow manages to escape from hell. She is nothing but trouble for Sam and Dean. The question is: who has the balls to handle her?
General Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters in Supernatural. I don't make any money from these stories.
Notes: Takes place during season six. I wrote this personally. So if you don't like, don't read. Also, characters may not be in character at all times.
Warning: profanity, some chapters contain m/f spanking
Chapter Two:
Bela was so oblivious to her surroundings as she was engrossed in cogitating. Her mind kept scattering from one thought to another, causing her to become weary and tired. Just when she was about to fall asleep against the window of the Impala, they had already arrived to where Dean wanted to take her.
The British woman in the back seat didn't notice the brooding man exiting his side of the car. Dean opened her door, and if Bela hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, she would have fallen out. Although Bela did look like she was going to from where he stood.
Having his protective instincts kick in, he caught Bela's shoulders and pushed her back gently against the seat. Dean woke her with an uncivilized shake. Her eyes opened abruptly, and she gasped when reality struck her. She remembered all of her previous and vast thoughts, as well as the situation she was in; but it all rushed through her mind at once. This caused Bela to feel unexpectedly light headed. So when Dean undid her seatbelt and pulled her out of the car, it wasn't as much of a surprise to her that she almost fell to her knees.
"Whoa," Dean said as he helped Bela stand up.
She leaned into his grasp, and it made her feel safe. Of all the things that have happened during the past few hours; she chose this particular scenario to be the highlight of the ante meridiem. While clinging to a man that was twice her size at five in the morning who was only there to interrogate her, she still chose that moment over escaping hell. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly, but she felt too exhausted to care.
Rather than having to keep her stable while walking, he bent down a little and placed Bela over his shoulder and then proceeded to walk into the abandoned storage unit. He opened the oversized door, went in, and closed it. Seeing some rope and a chair, the hunter sat Bela down and tied her up well. Bela pursued sleeping for the next several hours. Dean wasn't at all concerned because he knew she was tired. So, he sat down against the wall and waited for her to wake up. He even went comatose, but came to about thirty minutes before she did.
Somewhere around eight-thirty was when Bela stirred from her tired state. She focused on her surroundings and when she saw Dean, Bela almost stood up, but found that her movement was limited. Being out of control was one of the things that Bela found vexatious and intolerable.
"Morning, sunshine," Dean greeted as he stood up.
All Bela could muster at the moment was a glare of pure loathing. She knew it wouldn't do anything, but that didn't stop her from giving him the evil eye.
"Is this how you treat women, Dean? Have them bound to a chair or some type of object? How classy." Her tone now wandered off to sarcasm, and she found her way back to being feisty.
Dean laughed at the comment and said, "no. I respect women too much. This is how I treat criminals."
Bela was now the one guffawing. "Criminals? Speak for yourself."
"I do what I do in order to protect others. I don't break into people's houses, museums, or whatever for the benefit of myself. I do it because it might save someone's life."
The lecture had Bela embarrassed after Dean finished reprimanding her. She hadn't at all thought about her lifestyle that way. All she wanted was more than enough to stabilize herself; but she never considered the way she did that was worse than how Dean kept himself on his feet.
"So, Bela, I'm going to run a few tests before we start."
She gave him a perplexed look as he stepped towards her with a duffle bag in hand.
After demonic possession, shapeshifter, and anything else monster related testing Dean could think of, he moved onto giving her the third degree.
"Who got you out of the pit?" was his first question.
"I don't know."
"You don't know who just so happened to save you from hell?"
"That's what I just said, or was I not clear?"
"That's funny actually because the way Sam and I found out about you was by a demon, a crossroads demon. She told us that you were coming back, and that you were going to help unleash something unimaginable."
Bela excogitated the words flowing out of his mouth; then it all made sense.
"The box?"
"What box?" He quizzed looking at her suspiciously.
"There's this box of mine that has a type of powerful, dark magic in it. I was going to sell it, but after I bought the object the woman told me I could only open it with my voice. She wouldn't take the box back when I tried to return it. So, I just kept the damn thing. I don't know what it does. All I know is the Latin incantation in order to open it."
Dean knew she was telling the truth now, but he still didn't trust her. He tiredly ran a hand down his face in a way that made Bela feel bad for him.
"When was the last time you slept?" She was now the one asking questions.
"Why?" He grumbled at her. Why would she care about my sleeping habits? The only thing that bitch cares about is herself, he thought.
"Because you look like you haven't slept for a century, and people can't function well without-" Bela didn't get to finish because Dean cut her off.
"Why do you care?"
"I'm under your care at the moment. I'm vulnerable, and I expect you to be on top of your game. How can you do that if you look as though you're about to keel over and pass out?" She informed him.
Her answer seemed to satisfy his question because Dean let it go after that.
Dean didn't like the fact that he was responsible for her at all, but she was right. He was the one who woman-napped her and forced her to come with him.
After a few minutes of Dean pacing and Bela watching Dean pace, he decided to talk.
"So, this is how it's gonna go. You're going to tag along with me and Sam because I don't trust you. I've got rules. If you don't follow them, you get your ass kicked. We'll go over those later. Think you can behave until we get to the hotel?"
"Yes, daddy." She flashed a sarcastic smile at him which only caused anger to surface in Dean.
"Watch it, Bela. I don't need your attitude right now."
"Well, I don't need to be forced against my will right now."
Dean began untying her from the chair he had her sit in. Once finished, She stood up only to receive three, hard swats on her rear end. Bela flinched and yelped at each smack Dean gave her. Then, he grabbed her bicep and proceeded to open and close the storage unit door before walking over to the Impala.
Bela tried to struggle out of Dean's grasp. It didn't take long for the eldest Winchester to become irritated enough to pin the small woman up against the car door.
Dean bored his green eyes into her's so intensely, it made Bela feel a shiver run down her spine. He slowly leveled with her height and calmly stated, "the next time you try to run, I will stop you; and I will stop you the old fashioned way on the spot. Understand?"
This made the young lady pinned up against the car release a shaking breath and nod in understanding.
"I don't have time for games, sweetheart. So get your act together, or we're going to have problems. And trust me, you don't want that for the sake of your ass."
Bela could only stare at the Winchester in shock. She didn't know what to say; and if she did, her voice would be incomprehensible.
"Good." Dean said as he slightly tugged her wrist to move her out of the way. He opened the backseat door for her and told her to get in.
She only hesitated for about a good five seconds before the man in front of her took a step closer. Bela's cerebral cortex got its shit together and obeyed Dean's order. He shut the door for her and made to get into the driver's seat.
Dean could tell he was getting the death stare without having to look in the rear view mirror.
"Keep it up, Bela. I dare you," he said cooly without glancing back at her as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot. "Also, put your seatbelt on. You know, because I'm responsible for you and all," he teased.
Although, there was a sense of authority in his voice making her debate whether he was giving her an order or not. The instruction was confirmed when he locked his eyes on her's and gave Bela a stern look. So, she buckled up; and the whole ride to the hotel was ridden in silence.
To Be Continued...