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 Three:

*Nine-thirty p.m in a hotel room. There was a long sofa across from two full sized beds. By the door, to the left, stood a desk. On the desk was a lamp, paper, a phone, and writing utensils.*

"Look Bela," Dean said to the infuriating but fuming woman standing before him and his six foot' four brother. "I'll take the couch, and you and Sam can have the beds. There's two of them, so quit whining," he added towards his untrustworthy acquaintance.

"No, Dean! I'm not going to share a room with two men. It's not comfortable."

"I really don't care what you want. It's not up for discussion, and we're not getting another room because you could just sneak off in the night."

Sam was becoming a bit bored with the conversation, so he went over to his bed, took out some shower supplies, and headed off into the bathroom with that and his pajamas. Bela and Dean didn't notice his absence though due to them being in such a heated argument. But, then again, what would Bela and Dean's relationship be if there wasn't any fighting?

"Why do you care so much about what I do! It's not like I'm going to kill you and your brother. I won't go on a murder spree. I'm not a monster or possessed, so just leave me alone!" She finished off with a yelling emphasis.

Bela tried to storm out the door when all of a sudden she felt a hand clasp around her arm, yanking the small woman back in place.

"Ah!" Bela exclaimed when her body was jerked back into the position she was standing in before. This time, she was face to face with a pissed of Winchester. Her emotions frankly went from angry to anxious, and his demeanor made Bela feel like cold feet were walking up and down her spine.

Dean's eyes were intensly focused on hers. It made the five foot' eight woman nervous. It also made her wonder how the man's retinas weren't burning. His behavior forced Bela to cast her eyes towards the ground as she could no longer look directly at the handsome man before her. Fuck him for being so hot and perfect! Mr. Perfect, Mr. Poppins, she thought to herself and it made her laugh in the form of a nose exhale.

The Winchester didn't quite pick up on her amusement and instead told her in a low voice, "I won't sleep if I have to in order to watch you. There won't be any of this game playing crap," Dean stated as Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in black and blue, flannel pajama pants and a black, short sleeve t-shirt.

Sam went to sit on the bed closest to the door. He got out his laptop and started surfing the internet as Dean continued his rant towards the British woman.

"So, you're going to get ready for bed, and then go to sleep."

Bela was surprised and glanced at the clock and saw that it was only nine-fifty. Has it really been only twenty minutes since we arrived? It felt like at least an hour… She thought, still staring at the digital clock that had the time in little green numbers.

"But, Dean, it's only ten till… Plus, I don't have anything to get ready with," she complained. What Bela didn't know was that Dean had taken care of that.

"Sam's got that covered. There's a bag on the counter with stuff in it. Use it, take a shower, and be out here in twenty. Understand?"

Bela didn't want to comply. This was a complete nightmare to her at the moment. She already knows what it's like to live on the road, but moving from place to place with two men and being bossed around; it didn't float her boat at all. She wasn't stupid though, so she did what she thought was best and did as the man requested.

In the shower, Bela contemplated some things. She was lost in thought as she pondered about Dean.

I know he wants me to be in his sight for a while now, but what's the exact reason. Why does he really want me to stay with him. He know's I'm not a monster. I just wish he would tell me. He doesn't trust me? I've been telling the truth since I first got out of fucking hell! But when it comes to him telling the truth, he just beats around the bush and brushes it off. He's the one who's not trustworthy. Oh, how we are going to have words when I'm done in here…"

Bela's excogitating about Dean came to an end as she turned off the shower. When she stepped out of the bathtub, she went over to the sink. Next to her was the bag that she rummaged through in order to satisfy her curiosity. Bela pulled pajamas out that consisted of a white, long sleeve shirt and pink shorts that were a little above midthigh and cotton. After getting dressed, drying then brushing her hair, and brushing her teeth, she looked herself over in the mirror. The fact that Sam had to pick out things for her to wear made Bela laugh quietly.

She left the bathroom and walked over to where Dean sat on the couch. Bela sat down beside him and looked at the eldest Winchester brother as he was cleaning his gun. He stopped what he was doing long enough to glance at her, scowl a little, and then return his attention back to his Colt-M1911A1. At least he acknowledged my presence, she thought.

"Dean, I need to talk to you about something. Could you look at me?" The seriousness of her tone had the man taking her request under consideration. He set down the gun in his duffle bag on the left side of the couch, and then turned to his right so that he could get a better look at her.

"Thanks. I was just wondering why you specifically want me here. You know I'm neither possessed or a monster of some sort. I've been honest with you since the minute I broke free. I've been more honest this whole night than I have in my entire life! I don't understand why you don't trust me or why you're keeping me here. Please, just be honest with me." Bela almost broke down in tears. She had been dragged and bossed around relentlessly, so her emotions were getting the better of her.

It took a lot for her overwhelming feelings to calm down a bit before she could stop focusing on the corner of the desk in order for her tears to disappear.

"Look, I know you're human. There's more to this than you think," Dean started in a calm tone. "You have the type of power to unleash something because of that box you bought. I know demons will come after you, and some other things might try to get to you as well. It's my job and Sam's to protect people. Despite our past, this is something I have to take seriously. I can't let something get to you and have you open that thing. That's why tomorrow Sam and I are going to take you back to your place and get the dark object you bought. After that, we're gonna take you to Bobby's place and meet him and Cas there."

"Why? What can you all do with a magical box? Also, who's Cas?" Bela asked a series of questions that she didn't notice was getting on his nerves.

"At Bobby's we can see what this box really is, and Cas is an angel. Castiel is his real name, but everyone calls him Cas."

"An angel? They're real?"

"Yeah. Cas is the one who pulled me from the pit, or as he likes to say, 'raised me from perdition.'" Dean told her while mocking Castiel's deep voice and serious expression.

"Oh. So, you think a demon sent me back so that I can help her take over the world or something?"

"No. There's this demon, Crowley, who's trying to find Purgatory. We think that your box is going help him find it. Sam and I know that you're impulsive shopping has something to do with you getting out of hell. But what we don't know is what exactly you're magical box can do; and if Crowley gets ahold of it, what he's going to do with it." His comment about Bela's past purchase made her shoot him a glare. It was ineffective because it only amused Dean.

"That box the lady sold me can't be all that powerful!" Bela told him in a whisper. "She said that it could do many things like turn one object into another just by placing it in the box and saying some Latin. She didn't say anything about helping out the bloody King of Hell and practically letting him dominate the world!"

"We don't even know if Crowley has any part in this. I know this isn't something you want to be dealing with right now, but we are going to figure this out. Alright?" He was basically talking to a wall because she wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying due to freaking out. She was trying to wrap her head around this so hard that Bela thought she had a mini-brain-spasm.

"Bela, look at me," he said while grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but we will get through this. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

The things Dean was saying sounded extremely genuine. She felt like he was right. Looking into his ravishing, green eyes made everything at the moment ok.

"Ok. I believe you. I'm going to go to sleep now. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night, Bela." Have a good sleep... Dean thought as he watched the beautiful woman crawl under the white comforter and sink into a well deserved sleep.

Dean dozed off into thoughts about the twenty-seven year old woman across from him. He didn't know why he was feeling the way he did. He didn't even know how to feel about the feelings he was having about Bela. Maybe it was just the fact that he had comforted her before and it made him feel in a way close to her. What he helped her with was something he dealt with on a regular basis, but consoling Bela in this situation was somehow different.

Earlier, when he and Bela met Sam at the hotel, he had only felt a little bit responsible for her. When they began fighting about the room situation, he only felt agitated and angry. Dean wanted to put her over his knee actually and debated on doing so. The only thing that stopped him from acting on that thought was the fact that his brother was in the same room. Then, when Bela started getting some things off her mind and learning about the current events that she was uninformed of, it had Dean attracted to her. It made him want to protect her and keep her safe. He wanted to hide her from the darkness and keep her ignorant about everything, but he couldn't do that. Dean had to be candid and straightforward with the young woman, even though she was on the verge of hyperventilating at the time.

He just wanted her. He wanted to do so many things, but Dean knew it wouldn't be right. He didn't even know if her feelings were mutual. Dean's eyes started fluttering rapidly though. On the couch, the eldest Winchester could no longer stay awake thinking about Bela as he drifted off into an alternate universe in his mind.

To Be Continued…

Sorry for the late update by the way.