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: five

*At Bobby Singer's House*

Bela had all her things put away and was assigned the guest bedroom across from where Dean and Sam would be staying. She thought that it was going to be hard being the only woman in the house. So far, nothing really happened. It was actually peaceful as she quietly sat in the small room on the full sized bed. Bela grew bored as time progressed though, so she ventured downstairs to see what was happening with everyone else.

As she entered the study, Bela's eyes were drawn to a strange man in a trench coat. She had not seen him when Sam, Dean, and her arrived. Walking towards the four men in the room, she stopped when she was standing right next to Dean as he sat on the couch.

"What's going on?" Her British accent held a puzzled tone.

Sam was the one who answered even though she clearly asked Dean. "This is Cas. He's an angel, and he's taking a look at that dark object to see if there's anything we can do about it."

Castiel looked up from the box, over to Bela, studied her for a few seconds, and then looked back down at the box before he began to speak. "This box contains an animated energy that can turn blithe emotions into pain and suffering. If this box is opened incorrectly, all happiness would be annihilated. There is a way to destroy this object though. We can drain its magic."

Bobby asked, "alright then, you gonna tell us how?"

The angel looked over at Bobby who was currently sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair.

"A ritual. Bela would have to open it and bind it to a light object so that the darkness can be balanced. After that, some Latin, and mixing ingredients, the box will be destroyed."

"Wait," Dean spoke, "Bela would have to open it? Some bitch demon told me that Bela would be the one to unleash this crap. Can't someone else do it?"

"No," Castiel responded in his usual, monotone voice. "It has to be Bela. She's the only one who can open it."

"We'll have to figure out another way then because I don't want something to go wrong and have someone get hurt."

Sam voiced his opinion, "I agree with Dean. I don't think it's a good idea to have the one person that could destroy all happiness open up that box."

"We'll…" Bobby sighed, "I guess we'll just have to start researching and find a different solution.

"Wait! That's a waste of time. Let's just go with what the angel says," Bela said hastily.

All eyes were on her and Dean stood up. "Bela, this isn't up for discussion. We'll find another way to deal with this."

"No, I think it's a good idea. It doesn't sound too risky if it's done correctly. I have some experience in doing rituals, so it's not as if I'm completely helpless."

"Bela, I said you're not gonna do it, so let it go. I'm done talking about it." Green eyes bored into each others with frustration radiating off of them.

"Why won't you let me do this?" She asked softly.

Dean squared his shoulders as he stood up straight, "because it's not safe for you. Sam, Cas, Bobby, and I can handle it."

"Stop underestimating me, Dean! I can do this. I know I can. I shouldn't have to ask for your permission. I'm a grown woman, an adult, so stop treating me as if I'm a thirteen year old who doesn't know anything about this life!" Bella exclaimed towards Dean as she tried to suppress the urge to punch him in the face for being so hard headed.

"If you don't want to ask for my permission, then don't ask at all. Answer's still no. So, quit asking me and quit throwing a tantrum over this."

Bela's irritation was growing thicker by the second as she locked her eyes on the tall, brooding, handsome man.

"Screw you, Dean. Screw you and your stupid excuses about keeping me safe. I can't sell the box, so it's no use to me. I'd rather get rid of it sooner than later. I'm doing it, so don't try to fucking stop me-" but she didn't quite get to finish her monologue about saving the world because Dean quickly took her into the kitchen, pulled out a chair, put his foot up on it, and grabbed a spoon that was randomly laying on the table. The spoon looked about an inch thick and a foot long of wooden misery.

The petite brunette was still in The Winchester's strong hold. She struggled to remove his hand from her arm, but he wouldn't budge.

"Dean, don't you dare!" Bela asserted as she struggled.

Dean had the audacity to smirk at her in this situation and say, "you pushed this far enough, sweetheart; so now I'm gonna push you over my knee."

He put his foot up on the chair and brought the squirming woman over his knee. Vociferation filled the room as Bela screamed and pleaded for him not to hurt her. She had become oblivious to the fact that there were two men and a celestial being occupying the room right next to them.

Her feet kicked as she dangled over Dean's hard thigh. Bela's fists pounded against his calf as hard as she could hit him, hoping that it would at least do something. It did do something though, it made Dean smack her round, firm ass a lot harder than he had started out with.

The spoon came crashing down against her skin in a rapid, fierce repetition. Bela fought the impulse to call him every name in the book. What she wanted to say was something along the lines of: you little, fuck-twat! You absolute, mother-fucking, asshole, cunt fucker! I'll fucking kill you and everyone you have ever fucking known! But, that's not what she said; what she said was, "Dean, please stop!"

"Little girl, you're here so that I can protect you."

*SMACK*

"Cause I goddamn care about you!"

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*

"So, listen up cause I'm only gonna say this once. You're staying out of this because I'm not gonna let you get hurt. Understand? I'm tired of losing everyone, and I'm not gonna fucking lose you."

There was a slight hesitation before Bela answered him. "Yes, I understand…"

"Good, don't make me do this again, Bela."

With a final smack to her crimson rear end, he lifted her off of his knee and placed her on the ground.

She glanced from him before retreating upstairs. Bela did not want to be around testosterone at the moment.

Dean wanted to tear his ears off at the sound of Bela's crying, but he had to focus on the mission: finding another way to destroy the box. He entered the study and the first thing Bobby said was, "you can't discipline a woman like that and then just leave her crying. Get upstairs and comfort that girl before I kick your ass, ya idjit."

The eldest Winchester tried to say something, but he was interrupted. "Now, Dean. Get going."

With that said, Dean carried an exasperated and incredulous expression upon his face as he turned to leave the room.

"You humans are quite idiosyncratic," Castiel commented as he continued to scrutinize the magical box as if it were a rubix cube. All that earned him was two, dirty looks in which he didn't even notice.

Dean knocked on Bela's door twice.

"Hello?" The woman asked before sniffling.

"It's me, can I come in?" Dean responded in his gruff tone.

"Yeah," was all she said. Bela tried to stop crying and wiped away her tears as the door opened.

He peered into the room and saw Bela laying on her stomach on the bed. Dean then walked in and crossed over to where she rested. Trying not to break out into another fit of tears, she simply kept her gaze on a blue spot on the wall before asking, "is there something you need?"

The reason he was there was not for him, it was for her. Ok, maybe it was a little bit for him; but she needed it too.

So, he sat down on the bed next to her and began rubbing circles in a counterclockwise motion on her back in an attempt to try and soothe her. Her blue shirt was soft as cotton against his calloused hand.

Bela was surprised by his actions. She looked over at him and saw that he was now sitting up against the headboard as he continued to rub her back.

"I shouldn't have handled the situation like I did back there. I'm sorry, I just- I didn't know what to do, Bela. You need to be protected right now, and I don't want you getting hurt. You need to get that through your head."

She laid there looking up at the man who had just whooped her little ass with a spoon and felt terrible. Bela knew there was something stimulating in their relationship, but she had no idea that he genuinely wanted to take care of her.

"I'm sorry as well…" She apologized as she let a single tear fall. Dean gingerly wiped it away with the pad of his thumb, and she let herself lean into his touch. Bela took in his scent of leather, mint, and beer. It was an odd, yet masculine, scent. One that she loved and didn't want to stop breathing in. It was like a tantalizing aroma that she couldn't resist. Her eyes were closed and suddenly she felt a set of lips on hers.

Dean couldn't tell if kissing Bela was a dream or not. It all felt so serene to him. Her lips felt so soft, full, and tender against his. All the stress in his life seemed to melt away as he too shut out the world and focused all of his energy on the woman he couldn't help being truly in love with.

TO BE CONTINUED...