Sorry for the late update
I used Google Translate for the Latin.
Warning: M/F spanking threat, mentioning of blood, mentioning of killing, and profanity
Bela's Back: Chapter 7
"Alright," Sam said seriously as everything in order to do the spell was laid out before them on Bobby's desk. "You ready?" His tone held a tinge of weariness, but tried to mask it with an unreadable expression.
Dean stood to her left with his arms crossed, looking at her with both hope and a spec of pride. Pride for her fearlessness in the threatening situation they were all facing. Bobby sat on the couch and observed while Castiel watched from the back of the room. Castiel's dark eyes mainly focused on the desk which held the Latin incantation, box, and ingredients.
In order to complete the ritual, Bela would have to think about a painful memory and link it to an object by blood. She took the pocket knife Dean offered her and made an incision on her hand. Thinking back to the abuse her father tormented her with as a minor, Bela bled on what was once her mother's wedding ring. A tear tried to force its way out of Bela's eyes, but she kept it at bay and remained stoic for she did not see the point in crying.
Once the bond was created and her pain was bound to the ring, it was time for the brunette to do some verbal work.
"Et imperium per omnis aperta." (Under all and my command, open.) A hesitant pause filled the room with silence, and then the lid of the box started turning, creating an instrumental sound that one might hear at the beginning of a horror movie about creepy, little dolls. The vintage sound of a piano that ruptured from the box frightened Bela, but she remained determined in finishing the task.
With trepidation, she slowly said, "Adiuro vos, dolor. Et evertit, dolor. Ut laqueum vobis, dolor. Et proiecit te, dolor." (I bind you, pain. I balance you, pain. I trap you, pain. I vanquish you, pain.)
The ring, coated in scarlet liquid, slid towards the box slowly. Halfway there, the piece of jewelry stopped suddenly. Castiel -not wanting to interrupt Bela and make her lose focus- decided it would be better if he went outside to handle the army of demons he spotted by himself. No one realized his absence until Dean turned around and cursed for there was a demon leaning in the doorway.
In a smooth southern accent, this voluptuous, blonde woman with long and flowing hair said, "did you really think you could slip one past us. We brought you back for one reason, one soul purpose, Bela. Remember? You couldn't take the pain of the pit, so we made that little agreement. If you don't follow through with it, you're going right back where you came from. And honey, I'll tell ya this, the torture I put you through before will not compare to the torture I'll inflict on your baby skin and scrawny bones."
Dean stood in front of Bela protectively. The brunette behind the large man shook with fear as the tears she tried to hold back fell down her beautiful face.
With one hand flicking motion, Dean was sent to be pinned up against the wall of Bobby's study. Sam got out the demon blade and took up a fighting position. The demon seemed to feel threatened by his actions and narrowed her black eyes at him. Sam noticed the hesitation of the demon's actions and took it as an opportunity to catch her off guard.
He lunged at her and cut a long gash in her arm. The woman fell to the ground with pain as she put her hand to where she was bleeding. Red splotches appeared on her blue jeans as well as the floor.
"You kill me and I'll send her back to hell. Hell Hounds will haunt her ass day and night," she threatened with intensity.
"YOU BITCH!" Dean shouted from the wall he was stuck to. The sight of him made the demon smile. Bela saw how the light reflected against her night colored eyes and gasped as she came out of her shock.
Her sight was blurry with tears, but that didn't stop Bela from trying to complete the spell.
Bela repeated the same incantation as before quickly. Fatigue was noticeable in her voice and Dean shouted things at her that she couldn't quite comprehend.
Dean looked towards the couch for Bobby's assistance, but he was nowhere to be found. "Damn it…" Dean muttered to himself.
The demon lifted her free hand and formed it as if she were holding an invisible apple. "I will snap her neck." If a bluff was there, Sam couldn't tell.
"Bela," Sam tried. "Bela… BELA!" But he had no success in receiving her attention.
A streak of blood ran across the desk as the ring continued to slide towards the box. It defied gravity and lifted into the air. Bela continued to speak the Latin words which in turn caused the ring to progress in movement. As soon as her mother's old wedding ring, ruined with blood, was placed inside of the box, the lid slid back on the top of the box and secured itself in a fashion that no one would ever be able to open except for its owner: Bela.
"No!" The blonde demon shouted while still kneeling before Sam. Dean was released from the wall as the demon was too caught up in her emotions.
The eldest Winchester seized the monstrosity on the ground and grabbed a fistful of her hair making her look up at him. He stared at her with an amazing amount of intensity that left her speechless.
The last thing the southern demon heard before she died was the gruff voice of Dean Winchester saying, "you son-of-a-bitch."
Dean let the black-eyed-bitch sink to the floor lifelessly in a pool of her own blood. He ran over to Bela and stood beside her. Bela stared at the purple box with nothing but blankness. Her lips were in a firm line as she bit her lip harshly. Tears stained her face causing the light to bounce off of it and glimmer.
"Bela, hey. Look at me." Dean said, resting a hand firmly on her upper arm.
Although she heard sounds, she couldn't make out was he was saying. Her eyes were empty as she continued to stare at every object on the desk. Scrutinizing them without processing what she was doing.
Having had enough of the catatonic state of the girl, Dean spun her around and cupped her face with his hands.
"Is it over," she whispered in a barely audible tone.
"Yeah, sweetheart. It's over. It's over," he told her. The realization of everything washed over Bela like a waterfall and the tears flowed freely out of her green eyes. She heaved with heavy sobs as Dean took her into a secure hug. Bela's cheek rested against his muscular chest and he stroked her hair while rubbing small circles on her back in order to try to calm her down.
As Bela wept, time progressed. Sam left the room to take care of the blonde haired demon, Castiel took care of the army of other black eyed monsters that Bobby helped him defeat, and Dean took care of his woman.
He brought her upstairs and took her into the bathroom in the guest room she was currently occupying. Dean ran a small, blue washcloth under cold, rushing water from the faucet. The handsome man wrung the towel out over the sink, draining it of excess water, and began to dab it on Bela's face. He was gentle with his care while tending to the woman before him, making sure he didn't accidently rub her skin harshly causing a burning sensation to form.
Bela persisted to tell him she was fine and didn't need his care, but all that earned her was a stern glare and a spanking threat.
"Baby, you can stand here with or without a sore ass. But one way or another, I'm gonna take care of you."
She remained quiet throughout the rest of his contribution in taking care of her. Once finished with drying her face, he took her over to her bed and started to unbutton her pants for her. Bela attempted to stop him, but he gently patted her bottom twice and gave her a look that she knew meant "don't tempt me." So, she stayed still and let him remove her pants and help her into a pair of cotton, sleep shorts. The next thing to go was her black, silk peplum blouse and blue, lacy bra only to be shortly replaced by a white, cotton tank top.
Dean pulled back her comforter on the bed and helped her crawl into it. She laid down on her back and looked up at him with half-open eyes.
"Dean?" She moaned catching his attention.
"Yeah?" Dean asked her softly.
"I love you…" And her eye's closed fully as she sunk into the mattress with pure exhaustion.
Her words surprised Dean entirely. Did she really mean it? Was it just her tired and delirious mind overwhelmed from all of the past events? What would it mean for them if she actually did mean what she said? But he didn't care. She returned the feelings he felt for her and that's all he ever wanted. No, that's all he ever needed. He only ever needed someone to feel the same way he did about them, and he finally found that someone. He finally found the person he's been looking for.
"I love you too, baby girl." He leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead, careful not to wake her. Before exiting the room, he glanced back at Bela and smiled. Dean left with the peaceful, sleeping image of the woman he loved in his mind as he ventured downstairs to help his brother, Bobby, and Cas.
Dean walked outside to find Sam, Bobby, and Castiel cleaning up the once possessed, dead bodies. All three men looked over at him and stopped what they were doing.
"How is she?" Sam queried his brother.
"A little shaken. She's upstairs sleeping."
There was a pause between all of them. Since the awkward silence was beginning to become uncomfortable, Bobby suggested they resume taking care of the corpses. As everyone continued working, Sam began a conversation with Dean.
"I didn't realize how strong Bela actually was. The goddess Athena really does suit her."
He responded to his younger brother's comment by smiling with pride. "Yeah, she's got a lot of chutzpah." They both broke out in a chuckle at Dean's use of Hebrew.
"So, you and Bela are together now?"
There was a short silence before Dean answered him. "I guess we are. I mean, we haven't really talked about it. Bringing her into the hunting life though, it seems like a bad idea. I don't want demons or monsters coming after her, or worrying her if something goes bump in the night."
"Bela can protect herself pretty well. I know it's dangerous. You've given up a lot for this life, but you deserve someone who makes you happy, man, and that's her."
The eldest WInchester brother thought about Sam's words of wisdom as the both of them continued to help clean up the yard along with Bobby and Cas. When they were finished salting and burning the bodies, all four men walked inside of the Singer residence to call it a night due to it being eleven o'clock.
"Dean, Sam, Bobby, you should all rest as you have spent a great amount of energy today. Tell Bela that she did a miraculous job in finishing the ritual considering the pressure she was placed under," Cas told them before he suddenly vanished into thin air.
"I hate when he just pops in and out like that," Dean complained in an exasperated tone.
"It's better than being taken with him," Sam reasoned with his eldest brother managing to calm him down some.
The group separated and went their own way for the night. Bobby ended up in his study. Sam went into the room he was staying in. That left Dean going to check on Bela.
Dean opened the door to the younger woman's room and saw Bela sitting up against the headboard with her arms wrapped around her knees. He slowly went inside and closed the door trying not to cause a disturbance. The older man crossed over to the bed so that he could sit down next to Bela.
"Hey," he said which caused the brunette to be jerked out of contemplation. "Whoa, easy. I didn't mean to scare you. You alright?"
She only shook her head as a response to his question though.
"Look at me," Dean said, but Bela didn't move a muscle. So, Dean cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. In the dim lighting of the room, he saw tears dripping down Bela's soft cheeks.
"Talk to me."
Bela didn't want to though. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes about to fall and tried to hold back the sob that wanted to cry out. After a few moments of forcing herself to stay together, she fell apart. Bela heavied heavy sobs and closed her eyes while the tears continued to stream. She looked tired to Dean as shadows stained under her eyes like half-moons.
The older man took her into his arms and held her close while comforting her.
"Shhh…" He soothed repeatedly trying to calm the poor girl.
After her cries receded, Bela was able to talk.
"Now that we've taken care of the box, what are we to do now?"
"Well… We could stay together?" Dean's tone was sheepish yet serious.
"Are you saying you want to stay with me?" Bela sounded surprised. She knew their feelings for each other had intensified over the past few days, but she never would've imagined Dean wanting her to stay with him.
"Yes, Bela. That's what I'm saying. We could figure out a place to live and everything later on, but in the end, I just want to be with you."
His gentle words caused one last tear to escape from her green eyes. Not a sad tear though, a tear of joy. As she sat in bed before Dean had come up to talk to her, she pondered the possibilities of her future. Bela cried her way through thinking about a life without Dean. A life without seeing him everyday, kissing him, waking up to him, and going to sleep with him. Negative thoughts had taken over her mind completely and didn't stop until she saw her man sitting on her bed.
"I would be honored, my lord…"
THE END