Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-03-24 12:02 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-03-24 12:02 pm
[OTC] Who do you work best with?
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hasperkynipples. Set after THIS and Dean takes Anna (absit_omens) back to New York. Bela be a demon.]
His first slip up was that he forgot to lock the door behind him.
She could tell that he was trying to be inconspicuous, catch her off guard, but it was clear that her intruder had forgotten quite a few things. He had left the lights off, and did his best to make the place seem as empty so she’d be caught off guard, but he’d slipped up. He didn’t lock the door, and he didn’t realize that the occupant in question would be a demon—and a demon can sense a vacant human a mile away.
She slid a hand around her back as she made her way into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. After that, she reached into the waistband of her pants to pull out her gun, starting to make her way into the room, following the smell of the human. There was no fear, no apprehension, just the presence, which caught her off guard a bit, making her wonder if maybe they wanted to be caught. That they were waiting for her. And that didn’t exactly make her feel warm and fuzzy.
“You picked the wrong apartment to break into,” she said softly, keeping the gun in her hand but mentally preparing herself to use her powers, just in case. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Actually, I think I do.”
The voice stilled something inside her, fear starting to creep up in its place. She knew that voice well—not only from before she went to Hell, but in it as well, and while she’d heard that Dean had gone back to being human again, but there was no mistake in that voice. It was still the same man who had tortured her in the pit, still the same man who made her life hell when she was alive. She reached over quickly, flicking the switch on the wall and eyes narrowing as she spotted the exact person she thought it was, sitting on her couch, gun sitting on the coffee table. When he looked up at her, he didn’t quite meet her eyes—shame on some level, she assumed—but he didn’t bother trying to make some attempt to look for sympathy.
“Hey, Bela.”
“You have a lot of nerve,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “How did you find me?”
Dean snorted. “You didn’t exactly make it hard. Same place you lived in when you were human.” There was a pause, before his head tilted to the side curiously. “How did you manage that? You were underground, what, ten months?”
Bela shrugged slightly as she moved into the room more. Her gun was still leveled at him, eyes scanning the ceiling and floor to look for any sign of traps, something to indicate that Dean’s visit here wasn’t as peaceful as it seemed. After she was sure she was safe—which she should be, this was her home, after all—she lowered the gun a little more, dropping it to be level with her him. “I bought the place long ago. No family or friends to think I’d gone missing for some odd reason—once I got topside, I went to pick up my personal effects from the morgue, and just went right on with my life. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Only you would be able to go to Hell and pick up right where you left off,” Dean shook his head, starting to push himself to his feet.
“Well, not all of us have the guilt to deal with,” Bela said, a slow smirk crawling across her face as she watched his darken. “Not all of us became mad-cap torturers.” There was another pause as she started to move closer. “It eats at you inside, doesn’t it? What you did to me—to every one of those souls. You remember every single one of them, don’t you? Every single scream—”
There was a flash of movement and Dean’s gun was in his hand, pointed directly at her head. He knew it wouldn’t kill her, and so did she, but it would be enough that she would have to get a new body, along with making a real mess of the floor. “Shut up,” he growled, eyes mostly cold, but there was enough of Dean still there to see that he was looking for some kind of forgiveness or absolution for what he had done. She didn’t raise her gun any higher, just swallowed, and took a step back.
“What do you want, Dean?”
Dean dropped the gun after a moment, before looking down at his hands. “I need your help.”
“My help?” Bela said, arching an eyebrow. “And here I heard you had angelic assistance.”
“I’m not working for them anymore,” Dean said evenly, looking over at her. “And I figured—if I asked you, I’d owe you one. You always did like holding stuff over my head.”
“Oh, you owe me plenty already,” Bela sighed slightly, dropping the hand with the gun, before sliding it back into place at the small of her back. She was probably the only demon in existence who still used a gun, but she liked to keep up appearances as much as possible. She made her way around into the kitchen area, crouching down to pull a bottle of wine out of one of the cabinets and going for a glass. “What do you need?”
“I need an army.”
“An army?” she raised an eyebrow slightly, before starting to pour the glass. “I thought you weren’t working for the angels anymore.”
“I’m not. But I can’t just sit idly by while Lilith destroys the world,” Dean said slowly, crossing the room so that he was opposite the counter from her. “Besides—damn prophecy says I have to be the one to stop it anyway.”
“So what kind of army are you looking for, exactly?” This wasn’t her stalling anymore—she was curious as to what Dean actually had in mind. Truth be told, despite everything he’d done to her, she’d rather fight for him than Lilith any day of the week. She just wanted to make sure he had a solid plan first. She knew from experience that he didn’t always have one of those.
He was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. “I figure what better way to fight Hell than with Hell. Fight fire with fire.”
She placed a hand on one hip as she held the glass to her lips, taking a swallow of the wine as she considered this. “What makes you think that you’ll be able to get the kind of firepower you need?”
“That’s where you come in,” Dean said smoothly. “I need to find people. I figure I can go through mine and Bobby’s contacts to come up with the hunter end of things, but I need to find demons who might still have a bit of human to them. Demons like Ruby. I figure—maybe Gordon Walker’s floating around somewhere? Maybe track down some other hunters who got ganked and went demon. I’m betting that not all of you want the world to end.”
Bela considered this for a moment, before tilting their head to the side slightly. “Still doesn’t guarantee that they’ll work for you though.”
Dean shrugged. “I think I can properly persuade them. Are you going to help me or not?”
She watched him carefully again, before asking softly, quietly. “What does Sam think of all this?” There was a long silence as Dean moved away from the counter, and she knew the answer to that one. She knew that Sam was gone, and suddenly things made a lot more sense. She closed her eyes, and placed the glass back down on the table. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
“Not your fault,” Dean muttered, before looking back at her over his shoulder. “Are you in or not, Bela?”
She nodded, before making her way around the edge of the counter. “I can probably track most of them down by spirit board. Do you have a list of people you want me to start with?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, before reaching for the pad she left near the phone, starting to make a list. “I’m gonna take off, but I’ll leave my number, so you can call me once you got something.”
“Dean—I heard that you were traveling around with someone else—a woman,” Bela began slowly. “Is she going with you on this?”
He was quiet for a moment, his pen pausing as he was writing, before he shook his head slowly. “No. I’m not going to risk her getting killed because of me as well.”
“So you’re all by yourself?”
“Yeah. Figured it’s safer for everyone that way.”
She rolled her eyes. “Safer for everyone but you—you can’t undertake this alone, Dean. You need someone to watch your back.”
“Watching my back is only going to get them killed.”
“Then have someone watch your back who can’t be killed.”
That took him a minute to process, and he looked up at her with a frown. “What?”
“I’m going with you.”
“Bela—”
“You need someone there in case things don’t go as well as you think they will. I’m not going to let you do this alone, Dean—prophecy said you had to end this, I’m not going to let you get killed for no reason at all when you still have work to do.” She paused, before giving him a look. “As you said—not all of us want the world to end.”
Dean watched her for a minute. “After everything I’ve done to you, why are you helpin’ me out like this?”
Bela just smirked at him. “Apparently, I’m just that magnanimous. Do you want my help or not?” Dean nodded quietly, and she gave him a small smile. “Good. I’ll go get a lock on Gordon—he’ll be a good place to start.”
Dean nodded, moving to sit next to her on the couch as she placed the spirit board on the coffee table. “Hey, Bela?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks.”
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hasperkynipples. Set after THIS and Dean takes Anna (absit_omens) back to New York. Bela be a demon.]His first slip up was that he forgot to lock the door behind him.
She could tell that he was trying to be inconspicuous, catch her off guard, but it was clear that her intruder had forgotten quite a few things. He had left the lights off, and did his best to make the place seem as empty so she’d be caught off guard, but he’d slipped up. He didn’t lock the door, and he didn’t realize that the occupant in question would be a demon—and a demon can sense a vacant human a mile away.
She slid a hand around her back as she made her way into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it. After that, she reached into the waistband of her pants to pull out her gun, starting to make her way into the room, following the smell of the human. There was no fear, no apprehension, just the presence, which caught her off guard a bit, making her wonder if maybe they wanted to be caught. That they were waiting for her. And that didn’t exactly make her feel warm and fuzzy.
“You picked the wrong apartment to break into,” she said softly, keeping the gun in her hand but mentally preparing herself to use her powers, just in case. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“Actually, I think I do.”
The voice stilled something inside her, fear starting to creep up in its place. She knew that voice well—not only from before she went to Hell, but in it as well, and while she’d heard that Dean had gone back to being human again, but there was no mistake in that voice. It was still the same man who had tortured her in the pit, still the same man who made her life hell when she was alive. She reached over quickly, flicking the switch on the wall and eyes narrowing as she spotted the exact person she thought it was, sitting on her couch, gun sitting on the coffee table. When he looked up at her, he didn’t quite meet her eyes—shame on some level, she assumed—but he didn’t bother trying to make some attempt to look for sympathy.
“Hey, Bela.”
“You have a lot of nerve,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “How did you find me?”
Dean snorted. “You didn’t exactly make it hard. Same place you lived in when you were human.” There was a pause, before his head tilted to the side curiously. “How did you manage that? You were underground, what, ten months?”
Bela shrugged slightly as she moved into the room more. Her gun was still leveled at him, eyes scanning the ceiling and floor to look for any sign of traps, something to indicate that Dean’s visit here wasn’t as peaceful as it seemed. After she was sure she was safe—which she should be, this was her home, after all—she lowered the gun a little more, dropping it to be level with her him. “I bought the place long ago. No family or friends to think I’d gone missing for some odd reason—once I got topside, I went to pick up my personal effects from the morgue, and just went right on with my life. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Only you would be able to go to Hell and pick up right where you left off,” Dean shook his head, starting to push himself to his feet.
“Well, not all of us have the guilt to deal with,” Bela said, a slow smirk crawling across her face as she watched his darken. “Not all of us became mad-cap torturers.” There was another pause as she started to move closer. “It eats at you inside, doesn’t it? What you did to me—to every one of those souls. You remember every single one of them, don’t you? Every single scream—”
There was a flash of movement and Dean’s gun was in his hand, pointed directly at her head. He knew it wouldn’t kill her, and so did she, but it would be enough that she would have to get a new body, along with making a real mess of the floor. “Shut up,” he growled, eyes mostly cold, but there was enough of Dean still there to see that he was looking for some kind of forgiveness or absolution for what he had done. She didn’t raise her gun any higher, just swallowed, and took a step back.
“What do you want, Dean?”
Dean dropped the gun after a moment, before looking down at his hands. “I need your help.”
“My help?” Bela said, arching an eyebrow. “And here I heard you had angelic assistance.”
“I’m not working for them anymore,” Dean said evenly, looking over at her. “And I figured—if I asked you, I’d owe you one. You always did like holding stuff over my head.”
“Oh, you owe me plenty already,” Bela sighed slightly, dropping the hand with the gun, before sliding it back into place at the small of her back. She was probably the only demon in existence who still used a gun, but she liked to keep up appearances as much as possible. She made her way around into the kitchen area, crouching down to pull a bottle of wine out of one of the cabinets and going for a glass. “What do you need?”
“I need an army.”
“An army?” she raised an eyebrow slightly, before starting to pour the glass. “I thought you weren’t working for the angels anymore.”
“I’m not. But I can’t just sit idly by while Lilith destroys the world,” Dean said slowly, crossing the room so that he was opposite the counter from her. “Besides—damn prophecy says I have to be the one to stop it anyway.”
“So what kind of army are you looking for, exactly?” This wasn’t her stalling anymore—she was curious as to what Dean actually had in mind. Truth be told, despite everything he’d done to her, she’d rather fight for him than Lilith any day of the week. She just wanted to make sure he had a solid plan first. She knew from experience that he didn’t always have one of those.
He was quiet for a moment, before shrugging. “I figure what better way to fight Hell than with Hell. Fight fire with fire.”
She placed a hand on one hip as she held the glass to her lips, taking a swallow of the wine as she considered this. “What makes you think that you’ll be able to get the kind of firepower you need?”
“That’s where you come in,” Dean said smoothly. “I need to find people. I figure I can go through mine and Bobby’s contacts to come up with the hunter end of things, but I need to find demons who might still have a bit of human to them. Demons like Ruby. I figure—maybe Gordon Walker’s floating around somewhere? Maybe track down some other hunters who got ganked and went demon. I’m betting that not all of you want the world to end.”
Bela considered this for a moment, before tilting their head to the side slightly. “Still doesn’t guarantee that they’ll work for you though.”
Dean shrugged. “I think I can properly persuade them. Are you going to help me or not?”
She watched him carefully again, before asking softly, quietly. “What does Sam think of all this?” There was a long silence as Dean moved away from the counter, and she knew the answer to that one. She knew that Sam was gone, and suddenly things made a lot more sense. She closed her eyes, and placed the glass back down on the table. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
“Not your fault,” Dean muttered, before looking back at her over his shoulder. “Are you in or not, Bela?”
She nodded, before making her way around the edge of the counter. “I can probably track most of them down by spirit board. Do you have a list of people you want me to start with?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, before reaching for the pad she left near the phone, starting to make a list. “I’m gonna take off, but I’ll leave my number, so you can call me once you got something.”
“Dean—I heard that you were traveling around with someone else—a woman,” Bela began slowly. “Is she going with you on this?”
He was quiet for a moment, his pen pausing as he was writing, before he shook his head slowly. “No. I’m not going to risk her getting killed because of me as well.”
“So you’re all by yourself?”
“Yeah. Figured it’s safer for everyone that way.”
She rolled her eyes. “Safer for everyone but you—you can’t undertake this alone, Dean. You need someone to watch your back.”
“Watching my back is only going to get them killed.”
“Then have someone watch your back who can’t be killed.”
That took him a minute to process, and he looked up at her with a frown. “What?”
“I’m going with you.”
“Bela—”
“You need someone there in case things don’t go as well as you think they will. I’m not going to let you do this alone, Dean—prophecy said you had to end this, I’m not going to let you get killed for no reason at all when you still have work to do.” She paused, before giving him a look. “As you said—not all of us want the world to end.”
Dean watched her for a minute. “After everything I’ve done to you, why are you helpin’ me out like this?”
Bela just smirked at him. “Apparently, I’m just that magnanimous. Do you want my help or not?” Dean nodded quietly, and she gave him a small smile. “Good. I’ll go get a lock on Gordon—he’ll be a good place to start.”
Dean nodded, moving to sit next to her on the couch as she placed the spirit board on the coffee table. “Hey, Bela?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks.”
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