In which she bails, which is what she does best.

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Bela was barely out of the hospital an hour before she was on the road again, getting the hell out of Charleston and as far away from where she was last seen as possible. She was getting out of the country. Sam wasn't the plane type, and she still had a few estates under her birth name back in England. She would hide out there until Sam was either dead or otherwise eradicated, and she'd be damned if someone was going to stand in her way and stop her.

She was in New York the next day, and as soon as she walked in the door she was tearing through the apartment, packing up everything she would need for her trip as quickly as she could. It wasn't long before she had her bags in front of her, but there was still one thing that was missing. One thing that she certainly couldn't leave the country without.

"Where the hell is it?" she muttered to herself, tearing apart the couch and every bag looking for her passport. They weren't going to let her through the gate, no matter how much money she tried to pay them with, and Bela was looking to get out without incident. Which meant she needed to find it. Now.

She could have sworn she left it in her purse...

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There might be an Impala on the street. With a Winchester looking up at her apartment through binoculars while smirking. Finally he picked up his cell phone and dialed her number.

That passport was hidden in the car. And no he wasn't telling where.

[enjoythe_ride]

The minute her phone started to ring, she checked the caller ID. And the problem with saving your number in her phone, Dean, is that she knew it was you calling, and she wasn't exactly inclined to talk to you right now.

She set out to ignore it at first, but then she had a sneaking suspicion that her lack of a passport had something to do with him. She paused for a moment, before reaching for her phone and placing it to her ear.

"Where is it? And if you play dumb with me, I swear the next time I see you, you're getting shot."

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

"Oh baby, I know you like to play it rough, but you don't have to pull out all the stops for me."

Dean smirked. "It's safe and sound and somewhere very special. Can't risk you blowing the country now, can I?"

[enjoythe_ride]

She hated the way he gloated when he had the upper hand. She made her way over to the windows of her apartment and peered out, not taking long to spot the Winchester and the car sitting on the street. She rolled her eyes a bit before looking down at him.

"Should I bother inviting you up, or should I just wait for you to break in later?"

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

"I don't have to break in. I have a key."

Oh, the spare key in that little safe box by your bed, Bela? it's gone. Opps.

"I was going to offer to take you for a ride."

[enjoythe_ride]

"Unless it's a ride to the airport, I'm going to have to say no."

She moved away from the window at that point not really interested in having a conversation with him from three stories up. If he wanted to talk to her face to face, he could come up and see her himself.

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"Getting out of the country ain't gonna help you, sweetheart."

[enjoythe_ride]

"It's putting distance between me and him, which is really the only thing I care about right now. I don't see Sam putting the effort into hopping a plane to try and kill me twice."

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"Sam ain't the one 'fraid of flying. And he finds out that you're still alive and he failed? Depending on how fucked up Lilith's got him, he might take that personally."

Dean got out of the car and leaned against it.

[enjoythe_ride]

"So why do you care? Last I checked you wanted to put a bullet in my brain yourself, yet here you are, sitting outside my window. Why?"

She was sitting on the couch at this point, legs crossed in front of her and phone to her ear. Her tone indicated that she wasn't exactly adverse to having Dean around, but she was looking for the catch. Was this all about Sam, or was Dean suddenly turning over a new leaf and trying to become her best friend?

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

Dean's voice softened for just a moment. "Sam's become a monster and it's my fault. I'm gonna fix this, no matter what it costs."

[enjoythe_ride]

Of course. All about Sam.

She closed her eyes for a moment. "Sam made his choices, Dean. You didn't force them on him."

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

"I left him. I brought him back and then left him and..."

It was always about Sam. Because besides the car, that was all he had in his life. His brother. And he would be damned if he let that demonic bitch continue to use him like she was.

"I know there's a way to stop this. I'm not just going to give up on him."

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela wandered into the kitchen the next morning, wrapping her robe more firmly around herself as she went about fixing herself breakfast. She didn't know when Dean would be up, and she wasn't wearing anything all that revealing, but she wasn't about to accidentally give him a free show either.

She paused behind the fridge, trying to figure out what she was going to make and listened for any sounds coming from the direction of the guest room. The sooner he was up, the sooner she'd have to make more so for right now, it was just a matter of what she could mass produce on short notice.

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

Dean had rolled all over the bed during the night, not really having nightmares but more just not able to rest. The covers were tangled in his legs and as he woke up, he found himself clutching the pillow under his head.

He sighed, wiping a hand along his face before working to untangle himself and get back up. He still felt tired, but he would get some coffee in him and be fine.

He got up and pulled his boots back on, then started for the kitchen to look for something to eat. He stopped in the doorway and saw Bela in that robe, them smirked and leaned in the entrance.

"You aiming for a tip wearing that uniform?"

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She glanced back at him before raising an eyebrow slightly. "Only if you're aiming to pay for breakfast."

She closed the door to the fridge, before picking up the carton of eggs off the counter and making her way over to the stove. "Hungry?"

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

"Always," Dean sat at the counter and looked around. "Think I can get you in the knee length pencil skirt and red shirt? Relive the first time we met. That was the best damn breakfast I had."

[enjoythe_ride]

She reached over to the pot of coffee she started, pouring him a mug before placing it down on the counter in front of him, leaning over slightly as she did. The nightgown she wasn't wearing wasn't terribly revealing, but there was a little cleavage if he was paying attention.

"You'd rather me go upstairs and get dressed in an outfit I'm not even sure I still have a oppose to staying down here and cooking half-dressed."

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

Oh, he was paying attention. He took the cup of coffee and sipped it. "Seeing that you'd never get out of either one of them for me, waitress outfit shows more leg and curves."

He smirked around the cup.

[enjoythe_ride]

She raised an eyebrow slightly, before turning away from him, and slipping the robe off her shoulders as she headed back to the stove, dropping it on the kitchen table. The nightgown itself came up to about mid-thigh with spaghetti straps. If it was legs and curves he wanted, it was legs and curves he would get.

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

Ok, he wasn't actually expecting that. His eyes widened a bit, then he looked into his coffee mug.

"Trying to get me all excited now? You really are a cold one, Bela."

[enjoythe_ride]

"You're the one who said you wanted legs and curves," she said with a glance back at him. "I'm just obliging the customer."

She was teasing and she knew it. That wasn't far from her MO, as it were, and while she did propose angry sex once upon a time, he would have to make the move this time. She wasn't going to let him shoot her down twice.

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"Then I guess I'll have to scrounge for some tip money."

He didn't turn her down. She stole the hand from him. Kinda killed the interest in the angry sex there.

"So what's for breakfast?"

[enjoythe_ride]

He turned her down. Plain and simple. If he didn't, then he would just have to prove it.

"I was going to go with bacon and eggs, if that works for you?"

[notsamskeeper.livejournal.com]

"Works for me."

He licked his lips, watching her work a moment, then he just had to ask. "Alright, Bela, I have to ask: why the hell are you living alone? I mean, yeah, you're a bitch, but your freaken hot and you got a second chance at life. I'd be banging every skirt that came my way if I was you. Why the hell aren't you doing the same?"