Bela tried to recount what happened in Hell, but she couldn't make sense of whatever separated her from another damned soul and brought her out of perdition itself. The only thing she could make sense of this being was that it must the one of the most powerful being to ever exist, it is cosmic and it can break reality itself, seeing how Hell was trashed badly by its mere presence. From what her groggily tired eyesight could gather, Bela was in a motel room, which she promptly left. She went out into the road and find a nearby restaurant. She could use a meal or two.
The restaurant is a burger restaurant, with lots of cheeseburger complementary, pie and cheap beers. Bela had a bad feeling about this, but she did not have the strength to travel further. She needs time to relax and get herself into shape. After all, she'd just been from Hell and back, tortured and then resurrected by a cosmic being of vast powers. That should be more than enough to knock some shock into even the most experienced hunter. As she's about to call some food, a tall, Caucasian male wearing a white apron appeared right in front of her face. Bela couldn't recognize the man at first until he speaks up.
"Somebody raised you back back to life?", Dean said.
"You can say it that way", Bela, not recognizing Dean just yet, replied.
Suddenly, Bela realized something was wrong and indeed, it was Dean Winchester, the man and the bastard who let her to be captured by Lilith's hellhounds.
"DEAN?", Bela screamed in surprise!
"Hello Bela, enjoying a new shot at life?"
"How did you know I...was revived?"
"I didn't. Or well, at least, I didn't expect Cass to finish it this early anyway. I was just working here when you arrived. Gotta say something to an...old friend"
"Cass?"
"Oh, he's an Angel. You know, servants of God, omnipotently powerful, fluffy wings, harps..."
"No, I don't have a harp", Castiel replied to Dean's comment with a deadpan tone as he immediately appeared in front of Bela and Dean. "Correct on the rest".
Bela is once again taken aback by the presence of her supposed savior. In her memory, the figure saving her was far more terrifying. To put it bluntly, it should have been a massive cosmic entity oozing awesome might instead of some...hunter in a trench coat who is probably some tax accountant of sort. Nevertheless, the mere fact that Castiel, the Angel in the trench coat, led a violent assault in Hell when he fished her out was still something
"So, you're a hunter?", Bela awkwardly answered.
"Yes he is. Been a hunting partner with me and Sam for a while now", Dean answered for Castiel. Suddenly, the cook called Dean because some customers were complaining, forcing Dean to return to the kitchen and letting the two connected.
"You are an Angel, correct?"
"Last I check, God created me as one, Ms. Talbot"
"Well, what can you do then? Why did God create you Angels? Why did He need me? Is it for some top secret missions that need the help of a devious damned soul?"
"I can smite any beings, heal them and as you have realized, resurrect those who have died into the perfect state of living. I can bend time, space, reality, energy and shape Creation however I saw fit. Which brings us to the second question. God, he desired that the act of Creation can be passed down to his children, that we can all create even without his Presence. And so we were created, Ms. Talbot. To create Everything, the universe, time, space, every abstract concepts and every knowledge ever know, knowledge not known and knowledge that should never exist. Which brings us to an ancient disaster, wherein you have a specific hold over. You hold the amulet of an ancient cosmic deity, which I need information over. And of note, this is no mission from God. Merely my own effort", Castiel gave a long answer to Bela, who almost fell asleep.
"So, what do I have to get from helping you, hmmm? It seems like a big responsibility, and I don't think I can help you if you're not giving me anything", Bela tried to one-up Cass in a deal in order to reap awards, which in her mind, would be hefty coming from a being of his status.
"Let me get this straight, Ms. Bela Talbot. I do not resurrect you from Hell, causing unimaginable havoc and making enemies with lots of demons along the way, just so you could reap another materialistic reward. You may not be intimidated by me, but let me give you this. I can bring you out of perdition, I can easily bring you back in. Of course, the demons wouldn't like it. Your parents wouldn't like it. But I can always do worse than those dirty little abominations. I can tear your soul apart, bit by bit, and throw it across the universe. And I can tell the universe to mend it back in. I can destroy you, so cleanly, that your entire roots of existence, down to the most fundamental aspects, will be gone. Picture this, you wouldn't be wiped out from existence, but simply cease to be. Do we reach an understanding here?", Castiel threatened Bela in his formerly authoritarian voice, loud and clear. He did not expect to have to be that kind of Angel again, but someone was pushing his button. Dean, even as he was cooking some burgers, was able to hear that and actively cheered for that secretly with his fellow cooks, just because Bela was that obnoxious to him and Sam in the past.
Bela realized what a grave mistake she just tried to do, and so immediately backed down with a stiff apology. She was almost sobbing, so Castiel requested kindly that she told him what she knew about the amulet, and then Castiel would let her be. Castiel also kindly left her with some personal space where she could rejuvenate her strength before anything else. Bela requested that she be rest before she could help him. Castiel agreed to it.
Returning back to the motel, Bela tried to remember the amulet, and it did take a very long time for her to remember what it is and who she sold it too. Hell's time hadn't been so kind to her. An insignificant amulet that was supposed to be a fake phishing object of 2 millions dollars was now leading the servant of God into a goose chase, what a strange thought, Bela thought to herself. She decided to do some research about Angel Lore. Most of those lores in the Internet were pretty useless because of Christianity, the "healing" power of Angel and all. Switching to an encrypted Internet network exclusive to Hunters, lots of useful information turned up. The main things she got from those intel includes the fact that their angelic wings are not tangible bird feather, but shadows that cast some form of facsimile that project their true visage. That they had been there before time, and it was these bright stars who created many concepts, forming time, space and reality as we all knew it. With it, Creation took shape in the great glory of God and his stars. The Angels had built something from nothing, spinning existence from the nothingness of the Void and shaping with their intent and embodying the laws that the Creator had chosen. The Angels bent themselves to the task the Creator had given them - not with fire and thunder, but with silent contemplation. They scattered through the inert cosmos, observing, recording and calculating. They studied the untapped forced inherent in the fabric of Creation and calibrated them according to the needs of the Grand Design. Finally, after every outcome had been considered and the precise result formulated, the servants and heralds of God were dispatched to predetermined points across the breadth of the cosmos. When the last angel reached her appointed place, Castiel - one of the great Seraphim of the Dawn, took hold of the restive forces underlying the Cosmos and pushed. Creation rapidly grew until even the depth of Absolute Infinity itself became but a cog in the great cosmic machine.
Bela was in complete shock as she read further and further. As the hunter community noted, Castiel was one of the great Angel of the Dawn who directly worked to formulate the reality as she knew it. Every subatomic particles, every matter, every darkness and light, the world around her, the tree, even her soul, everything she could think of and imagine about, everything she could not even comprehend nor things that don't even exist. All of them has the imprint of the very Angel asking for her help. It was at this moment that she felt so small, so insignificant. She regretted trying to mess with Cass, who despite the cute nickname, was such a terrifying figure. She couldn't help to think why did this great being of unspeakable merits would be friend with Dean Winchester, or the fact that he should be a damned soul and dead hunter instead of a burger chef, aliving and snarking at her. She's going to need a lot of alcohol to drown all those weirdness, and so a local bar she went. Bela, unfortunately, stumbled upon her employer, Castiel. The scary accountant in a trench coat. But since he's here, maybe it's better for her to ask. After all, he didn't seem like the one to smite her on one go because she asked a few questions. Taking a deep breath and having a bit of booze, Bela started her questions
"So, how is Dean Winchester still alive and not a hunter anymore?"
"Umm, it is actually a long story, actually. He was supposed to the the true vessel of the Archangel Michael, and his body was designed to hold the Demiurgic power that Michael held. With Dean as his vessel, Michael intended to destroy Lucifer, wiping Creation clean. It was a battle that should have kill all of Creation, and Lucifer should have returned to his formerly subservient mindset. From the ashes of the old world, we were supposed to rebuild it a better place. But things got out of hand, I rebelled. I was demoted, and Michael cut me off. I became a fallen angel, because I fought for humanity and the Universe a chance to better themselves. It in the end, worked. Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel left existence to find new meaning to themselves, and free will was established. In the fray, I was killed by Lucifer, but God brought me back to my former glory, the glory I held at the Dawn of Time, the glory I lost because I was too compassionate."
"Well, it's a luck you're such a kind Angel then", Bela flirted a little.
"And Dean, after averting the Apocalypse along with Sam, he opened that burger chain, accepting the apple pie life. So did Sam. It took me a long time, and I had to summon John and Mary's souls, but ultimately, they backed down from hunting. Well, not entirely, they still did cases when they felt like it", Castiel said, still with a tone of worry and regret when he mentioned the boys doing cases.
"So, why do truly you need me?"
"Because I need the intel on the amulet, and so far, you're the only one who has it. Well, used to. And I can't particularly ask for it when you're a damned soul on a rack"
"No, what do you truly need me for? Hmmm?", Bela asked seriously.
As Castiel couldn't come up with a sensible answer to Bela's question, two large men interrupted him with very malevolent intent, as Cass could tell. They revealed their black eyes, revealing themselves as demons. Bela was immediately terrified, thinking that the demons were there to bring her back to Hell.
"Sweet Bela, sweet Bela, what did you do for an Angel to bring you out of perdition?", one of the demon mocked.
The demons came closer and closer to an increasingly frightened Bela, but Castiel was unafraid. With a light push, the two of the demons were instantly flung out of the window violently, accidentally trashing the bar. The bartender was both afraid and unhappy. The demons were wise not to go alone, because even with an army of demons, it is impossible to overpower an Angel. They brought the worst of the worst from the deepest pits of Hell, where even most Angels do not dare trespass. The primordial, abysmal demons of greatest power, the Prince of Hell themselves.