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[JMM] Everyone wants to get into heaven, but no one wants to die.

[Set in Hammer to Fall. Sam =

notsamskeeper.]

She’d been running for so long she should have known that she would get caught eventually.

Her deal was that she’d stay out of Lilith’s way. She would stay alive provided she didn’t find a way to help Dean survive, and regardless of how she felt about Dean, as far as she was concerned, she was the more important party. It was about survival, and Bela mentally reassured herself that it wasn’t anything personal against the Winchesters, it was just business. That was all.

She was in a hotel room in Charleston when he finally caught up with her. How he managed to get past the electronic lock was beyond her, but he did, and when she returned from her dinner with her client, he was there, ready and willing to do his worst. And his worst, apparently, was worse than she had expected.

She had just figured he’d kill her and be done with it. It would make the most sense really. But instead he took his time. Dragging it out and bringing her back, over and over again until she was ready to beg for him to just end it all. But she didn’t. Her pride wouldn’t let her. She had survived through so much already, and she wasn’t just going to let it all go because Sam Winchester decided to make her want to. She grit her teeth and bit down on the screams and watched her body bleed through disaffected eyes because it was the only thing she could do. She sat back and took it, and waited for him to get bored.

But then her body started to get tired. Couldn’t deal with the shock of being kept alive for so long. Her body was losing blood and her vision was hazing around the edges and she didn’t know what else she could do. She wasn’t going to give Sam the satisfaction of knowing that, though. She wasn’t going to tell him that she was dying and beg to survive. Instead, she was just going to slip away, and hope that there was something better than what she had been anticipating on the other side.

“Bela? Oh Bel-la?”

Her eyes closed and her body slumped, hearing his voice swim around in the haze that her mind was becoming. Death at the hands of a Sam Winchester who had lost his mind. There was probably someone out there who would find that poetic. She, on the other hand, just wanted it all to end. His laughter rang distorted and harsh in her ears as the rest of the world faded to black.

“Say goodnight, Bela.”

Goodnight, Sam.

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There was a very heavy army boot kicking the door down as Dean had found a trail on his brother leading to this place. His gun was up, aimed as he scanned the room. Night had fallen and from the looks of the room, Sam was already gone.

That was when he noticed the woman tied up on the chair. Not Sam's usual fair haired blonde, but she was an auburn...

"Oh, you got to be fucken kiddin'..." Dean muttered as he grabbed the sheet off the bed and started to tear it into strips. "Bela. Hey, bitch. Wake the hell up."

Bela could hear the voice, somewhere over the roar of her own mind, and there was something about it that was setting off warning bells, but as oppose to making her panic like they usually did, they just kind of rang dully for a moment before stopping. Curiosity about the voice wasn't enough to drag her out of her stupor, either, and she just continued to slip further into the black.

"Too late," she tried to say, thinking this was another one of Sam's plans to bring her back into consciousness again. "No more." Whether or not that was actually audible was anyone's guess, but she thought she'd heard herself say it.

All Dean heard was slurring mutters, so he did what he used to do to Sam when he was slipping into a concussion coma. He tired the bandages REAL TIGHT.

"That's it. Keep talking to me. You like doin' that so it shouldn't be too hard. You can start by telling me how you escaped Lilith's little dog show cause demons don't go into shock."

He leaned back and slapped her hard across her cheek. "I said wake up, damnit."

The force of the slap brought her back somewhat, enough to put a face to the voice she was hearing. It was a few more seconds before her green eyes actually brought him into focus in front of her, and then she started to panic all over again.

Because Sam had scared her, sure. But if Dean was coming at her from beyond the grave, she had a whole other mess of problems to worry about, and she was still tied to the chair. That didn't stop her from doing her best to try and get away though. She understood why it was her that they were coming after, but all she had wanted was to live. They shouldn't have really faulted her for that when they had been trying to do the same for Dean.

"No, please. I'm sorry. Just stop, please."

Now she was begging. If Sam had been watching he probably would be disappointed, but that was the honest truth. Even driven completely insane, Dean still scared her far more than Sam did. In fact, she probably sounded more terrified than she did that night on the phone right before she was supposed to have died. The thing was, Dean had died, and whatever he had come back as? She didn't want to be on it's receiving end, because she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to kill her.

"Whoa, calm the hell down. I'm trying to bandage you up and I don't need you bleeding to death." He tilted his head a bit, smirking. "Course, you're supposed to be dead so it would be death just catching up to you."

He looked up at her. "Just relax and stay awake. Otherwise you'll bleed out before I can get you to the ER."

Bela took a breath, looking down to see that he was actually doing as he said. That curbed some of the panic, but not all of it as that self-preservation instinct was still kicking in, and she didn't buy that Dean wasn't going to kill her when this was over. She took a few deep breaths, before swallowing and trying to recover from that earlier moment of weakness and not lose any ground. Her voice didn't necessarily have the same sarcastic "umph" it usually did, but the intent was there, at least.

"You're one to talk. Unless you're a shapeshifter, but shapeshifters usually need live people to copy -- " There was a wince as he tied one of the bandages a bit too tight for her taste. " -- and wouldn't exactly give a damn about saving my life."

"Just be lucky I'm in a good mood, Bela. Only reason I'm keeping you alive is because Sam was here and I'm gonna need your help in finding him."

The last large cut was bound and he pulled the knife from his boot to start cutting her free. "Other than that, I don't give a damn."

"Oh, wonderful. Sam loses a few eggs and starts torturing people, but he's still got big brother to run after him. Glad to see that some things never change."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her arm moving slowly as it was cut free, stiff from being stuck in the same position for days, and she started to bed her elbow.

"I was unconscious when he left, Dean. I don't know which way he went or why, but, and more to the point, I really don't care. I appreciate what you're doing, but -- I'm not looking for more trouble." She wasn't even looking for this trouble to begin with.

Edited 2009-08-12 21:57 (UTC)

"You somehow escaped from Lilith's wrath. Sam happens to be Lilith's new love toy. You ain't safe and trouble already found you once for noe reason other than Sam amusing himself. You think it won't happen again, then you're wrong."

He stood up and looked down at her. "I'm trying to stop this before Sam goes too far. And now you're going to help me."

"So I'll leave the country. Go somewhere where he can't find me, where she can't find me. I have options, Dean, and they're not completely limited to what's right here in front of me. I also know that he's looking for me this time. I can be better prepared."

Even as she was saying the words she knew that on some level they were meaningless, but she didn't know what else to say. Dean wasn't exactly making it seem like he wanted her around for any other reason that to obligate her into helping him find Sam, and that wasn't the kind of mission she wanted to sign on for.

"Besides -- don't you think it's already gone too far? He's killed people, Dean."

"Yeah, I know he has. But yes, it can get a lot worse."

Because Sam could kill a lot more. Or start raising others.

"Lilith's done something to him. We kill her, then we're all safe. You know how to track her and find her."

Her face softened slightly as she started to try and push herself up, her legs feeling like jelly between the exhaustion and the disuse. She barely even made it so that she was standing up straight before she was back in the chair again.

"It's a suicide mission. You can't kill her by sheer will alone."

She was so tired and arguing with him was exasperating it. She just wanted to sleep for a while, and while she couldn't do that here and he told her to stay awake, she wasn't sure if she could keep it up for much longer.

"Can we fight about this later?" She wasn't trying to be funny, but she realized how absurd this sounded as she said it.

"Yeah, well both of us are supposed to be dead. If anyone should try for it, we've got the luck."

He sighed, then muttered a "come'on" and bent down to pick her up in his arms, starting for the car.

She snorted slightly at that, her arms sliding around his neck to support more of her weight. Her head started to loll as her eyes started to close again, and she tried to shake her way out of it, but she didn't quite make it.

"Has to be Sam," she mumbled in response, her head coming to rest against his shoulder gently.

"What has to be Sam?" He asked, setting her feet down so he could open the door. "Hey, stay awake here. What has to be Sam?"

Eyes blinked open at him again, before starting to close as she leaned her weight against him, and off her legs. "Killing Lilith. Has to be Sam."

She was quiet again for a minute, her head fishing for the information that she knew she had. "Probably shouldn't kill her at all." Why was escaping her at the moment, but maybe if she got a little sleep things would start to make sense again. Adrenaline fading from her system wasn't helping her condition.

"Need a nap."

"That's just fucken great," Dean muttered, getting her to sit in the car and buckling her in. "'course it explains why Lilith has Sam on a tight leash."

He pinched her hard. "No naps."

"Ow!" She jumped a few feet in the air before looking back at him with a pout that would put a two year-old to shame. "But I'm tired."

"It's called a concussion, sweetheart. You fall asleep, there might be no waking up. You want to throw in the towel to that?"

Dean slammed the door and raced to the other side. He needed to get her to a hospital quick.

"Not a concussion," she said with a sigh as she leaned back against the window of the Impala. "Never hit my head."

Which was true -- Sam wasn't big on the headshots. Blood loss could do the same thing with weak and woozy.

Dean gave her a look over. If he told her it was fine then and she died on him, he didn't want that guilt on his conscious. But she was struggling to stay awake.

"Hospital is only five minutes away."

Faster with the way he drove. The tires of the Impala squeeled as he took off. Damn if the cops try and pull him over. He'd pull over at the ER.

It was a long five minutes. Bela did her best to try and stay awake, but she was fighting a losing battle from the beginning and she knew it. By the time Dean actually pulled into the ER, her vision was getting hazy around the edges and she was starting to get to the point where she was about to pass out again.

"Dean ... "

"Hang on, sweetheart. We're here."

He jumped out of the car and waved down two paramedics. "Hey you two, this girl needs help. Bring a stretcher." Rushing to the door, he opened it and started to pull Bela out while they ran over with a gurney.

Bela put up no resistance when he moved her, just leaning in to him, and turning her head away from the bright lights of the hospital. She was placed down on the stretcher, and suddenly there were a bunch of different hands and faces around her. She gave up in trying to distinguish between them early on, and just let them do what they needed to do, waiting for them to give her the all clear to pass out and got to sleep.

She felt the pinch of the IV in her arm, then the cool contrast of the donated blood sliding into her body and she thought that was a pretty good sign. She finally slipped back off into sleep again, and this time she really didn't intend on being woken up before she was ready.

Dean stood back, letting them work on Bela. An attendant came over and started to yell at him about leaving the Impala in the ambulance lane but he told him he'd move it in a minute.

The doctor asked what had happened and Dean gave his best description - he had been checking into a motel and heard weird noises from next door and saw her through the blinds and went to help. He didn't see the guy. His name? Dean Jackson.

He moved the car then, getting it into the parking lot right under a camera. The hex bag would prevent demons from tracking it, and he put a cover over her that was formed in places to distort the shape of the car under it. He had also done a bit of rewiring to make it hard to hotwire the car if someone came along. It gave him enough of a sense of security to leave the Impala alone for a few hours while he returned to make sure Bela was ok.

The doctor was waiting for him as he came back in, letting the nurses and other doctors take her up so that they could run some tests and make sure there weren't any injuries that needed further treatment.

"Any chance at all you got her name?"

"Yeah, I got a first name. Bela. Or at least that's what she told me. I mean, if she's a hooker with a screwed up john, she might not have told me the real one."

Dean smirked a bit. Yeah Bela, he was giving you the cover of a hooker. Enjoy!

The doctor raised an eyebrow slightly at that, before sighing and making a note on the chart. "Well, we're wheeling her upstairs to run some tests and then we're moving her to the ICU. I'll give the name to the cops and see if they can track down next of kin."

"She lost a lot of blood and will probably be out cold for a while, but she's stable, and by all indication should pull through."

"Well, that's good."

Dean nodded. "I guess you don't need me anymore. Can I get your number. I'd like to check back with you and see how she's doing..."

The doctor considered that for a moment, before glancing down at his watch. "Actually, it might be better if you waited around. I could direct you up to her room, if you'd like, but the police are going to want to talk to you."

Yeah, Dean wasn't sticking around for the police. Sorry Bela.

"Sure, why not?" He'd go to her room, check on her, and book it before the cops arrived.

The doctor gave him directions up to the ICU, and then went to deal with another patient.

Bela was asleep in her room, out cold with a combination of drugs and exhaustion. She probably wouldn't be up until the next day, at least, but she was alive and stable.

Dean walked in, watching her for a bit before reaching into his pocket. He had snatched her cell phone from her pocket before putting her on the gurney. He sat on the chair, and called his new number on it, then saved the number on his phone as well as his on hers.

He then got up and leaned over her, leaning down to her ear. "I'll be around to make sure he doesn't come back. But you are gonna help me, Bela. I'm not losing Sam."

Bela gave a slight moan in her sleep, but didn't respond otherwise. Just relaxing back against the bed, and staying in that state of exhaustion.

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