Sitting in the darkness of the dungeon she soon grew bored. Bea understood that they had every right to be cautious of her and it obvious that Dean was struggling with seeing her again but it'd been hours now since they'd left her alone in here.

Dean had barely said a word since they'd arrived at the bunker, seemingly annoyed at her sudden excitement at finally getting to see the infamous Men Of Letters headquarters with her own eyes. Sam had managed to offer her a kind smile but Dean's face had stayed stony as she had been lead down here to be chuffed to a chair in the middle of a devils trap. That was hours ago. And she was bored.

Deciding she'd had enough of playing the good house guest, or prisioner such as she was, she extended her senses out and found the bunker silent. Bea closed her eyes and concentrated her will on the cold metal that sat heavily around her wrists and ankles. She felt the air surrounding her thicken as it began to crackle with power, a low humming in her ears ended abruptly when the cuffs landed noisily on the floor.

Bea stilled for a moment listening for any sudden movements outside but found the bunker quiet still. Confident that no one had heard her she rose from her chair and walked out of the devils trap as though it wasn't even there.

Stepping into the corridor she looked both ways and listened. A loud sigh and shuffling of paper caught her attention and she moved with no sound down to stand in front of an open door. Looking inside she saw Sam, one of his long legs tucked under him while sitting on his bed, books spread all around him as he feverishly wrote notes in a large notepad.

"Spot of light research?" she asked making him jump

Sam's face was a picture of surprise, his body instantly rigid, high on alert "How did you...?" his voice shook as he spoke

"What you mean my big escape!?" she laughed moving into his room to stand at the end of his bed "I just thought the cuffs off. Pretty uneventful really, not even worth a tv spin off"

It was hard for Bea not to notice how on edge she was making Sam, she watched as he slowly moved his hand to his bedside drawer where she had no doubt he keep a gun.

"Its just me Sam...I promise" she held her hands up in front of her in mock surrender "I was just bored in there and thought it might be fun to break out you know, maybe raid the liquor cabinet, sneak around, throw stuff at Cas while he sleeps. Wait do angels sleep?" she rambled

Sam laughed and shook his head, listening to Bea talk like this he was confident it really was just her stood before him "I'm really glad we found you" he smiled up at her, dimples in his cheeks.

The way he smiled at her bought flashbacks of their time together "Hmmm" she hummed looking down at his mouth, her fingers trailing figures of eight into the edge of his bed

Sam shifted uncomfortably, yes she's definitely back, he thought as she looked at him like he was dinner. "You hungry?" he asked nervously licking his lips

"Always" she almost growled.

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Dean threw back another shot as he sat against the headboard on his bed in his dimly lit room. His nerves were frayed, his emotions throwing him between wanting to storm down to the dungeon and beat Bea senseless or to storm down there and take her while she sat bound to the chair. He shifted slightly adjusting himself in his jeans and cursed his own lack of control when it came to Bea.

A soft laugh tinkled through the air in the corridor and he sat upright listening. Holding his breath he listened hard, clenching his jaw angrily as he heard Bea's soft voice say one word "Sam"

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Bat sat on the kitchen counter with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the taste on her tongue.

"I can't believe this is the first time you've ever had ice cream" Sam smiled at her from where he sat at the kitchen table.

"It's wonderful" she purred placing the spoon beside her, then she sighed sadly "He can't even look at me and I don't blame him. What I did to those people Sam..." she looked up and it was sad eyes that meet his "But it wasn't me, well it didn't feel like me at the time, it...didn't feel like anything. Until...there was this boy...this kid really and I felt like he really saw me and the next thing I knew he...he was..."

"I know Bea" Sam said understandingly, moving to stand in front of her

"What you found him?" Bea asked shocked her eyes wide with panic "Did you see him?"

"Yes" Sam answered sadly as the memory filled his head

"Did Dean?"

"Yes"

Bea shook her head "No wonder he hates me Sam. Do you hate me too? Sorry don't answer that, how could you not after that"

Sam put his hands on her knees and squeezed gently offering her some comfort, some support "Like you said, it wasn't you, not really"

"But that's the thing isn't it. It wasn't all of me but it was a part of me. Just a part of me that I'd just never experienced before, but I did that...me" she looked up into Sam's kind eyes their faces close.

A cough from behind them and Sam moved away quickly looking awkward as one hand went to rub the back of his neck "Oh hey we were just...sorry we thought you were asleep" He couldn't help but look guilty under Dean's hard glare and when his brother raised his eyebrows slightly at the last part of that statement he thought it best to just sit down and keep his mouth shut.

"Dean I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you" Bea said quickly trying to break the tension and get Sam off the hook

"So you woke Sam instead" he asked finally taking his eyes off Sam to look at her making it hard to breath as she finally got to look into those gorgeous green eyes

"No he was already up" she said feeling slightly breathless under his intense stare

"Guess the cuffs didn't work then"

"No. I knew as soon as you put them on that they weren't working"

"Then why pretend" he asked not unkindly

"Because I was worried you'd leave me otherwise" she admitted sadly

"Bea.." Dean said softening at her words as he ran his hand heavily down over his face

"No its okay. I'll go back to the dungeon, I'm sorry"

Bea jumped down off the counter, keeping her gaze down as she began to move towards the door. Suddenly she saw a hand held out to her "Come with me" Dean's voice sounded commanding and she panicked, was he going to make her leave?

"Where are we going?" she asked nervously placing her small hand in his large palm

"My room"

"Oh"