In which they fail to have angry sex.

[enjoythe_ride]

[Cowritten with silvr_moonbeams. Sam = imnot_likeyou. Set after THIS.]

Sam got the phone call from Ruby, and it wasn't long before he was slipping out and meeting her at her car. It was the same thing he did every night, waiting until Dean was out cold next to him, before moving quietly towards the door and heading out into the night. It wasn't that he didn't need his brother, he just knew that Dean wouldn't like what he was doing, and he wasn't in the mood for the fight. He just wanted to get out to do what he needed to do. That was all that mattered.

But Dean knew, and no he didn't like it, but he had given up on saying jack shit. Sam wasn't going to listen anyway. That demon really was making her way to the top of his most hated. Sure, he could be grateful to her for what she'd done in the past for Sam, but as far as Dean saw it now - she was only causing more trouble. Of which really, he and Sam had no idea.

Fuck it. He wasn't gonna sit there all night waiting on Sam to drag his ass back in. He was going out, he was drinking, and if he was lucky enough he'd find a hot chick. Anything to drown out the thoughts of what his brother was doing.

He hopped in the car and drove the short distance into the city. He circled around for a long time, just taking everything in. That was something he liked about New York. He could get lost and pretend he was just one of millions, nothing more. As he drove, though, he couldn't figure out where to stop. He didn't know the bars there too well, and...really he was liking the idea of alcohol and a strange woman even less.

And before he knew what was happening, he was idling outside Bela Talbot's apartment. She was one of the only people he knew in the city, and the one that might actually be able to help him. Helping by way of Sam and Ruby, that is. He turned the car off and headed inside, up the elevator, and to her door. He knocked, the entire time wondering what the hell he was doing going to her.

Bela was enjoying another quiet night alone, when a knock came on her door again. Remembering what happened the last time there was a knock on her door, she took the same precautions, reaching for her gun and calling out do the door. "Who is it?"

Dean was relaxed this time, more or less, his hands in his pockets. A smirk spread on his lips. "The Easter Bunny."

She raised an eyebrow slightly at the sound of the voice, before pulling open the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to talk to you about killin' your girlfriend."

She rolled her eyes slightly. "She's not my girlfriend. In fact, last I heard, she only had eyes for your brother."

His jaw set. "Exactly why I'm here. She's got some...spell over Sam, and it's messin' him up. He doesn't need to be distracted. Not now."

Bela placed one hand on her hip and gave him a look. "And what, exactly, do you expect me to do about it?"

He sighed and looked away. Hell if he knew, he just didn't have hardly anyone else to turn to. He glanced back at her. "Tell me if she's up to anything, tell me where I can find her...I don't know."

"Sorry, Dean," she sighed softly. "I haven't talked to Ruby since she saved me from my deal. Though I hear she's a brunette now. How's that working out for her?"

He shrugged. "Still a bigger bitch than you, and she was hotter as a blond."

"So since she's the bigger bitch, that would be why you're here as oppose to tracking down your brother?" she asked curiously.

"I know perfectly well what they're doin', and I don't want to see it. I'm serious, Bela. I hafta do somethin'. I've gotta get her out of his life, and I don't even know where to start."

This wasn't a conversation she wanted to have in the doorway to her apartment. She turned around and headed back to where she had left her glass of wine, leaving the door open for him to come in if he chose to. "Could always kill her. You do have her shiny little knife, right?"

He did follow, pushing the door shut. He stood a bit awkwardly in her living room. "Yeah, that was my first thought. Not so sure Sammy will like me much for it, though."

"Is this about having Sam like you, Dean, or is this protecting your brother?" Bela replied, raising an eyebrow as she picked up her glass. "Sam will get over her -- everyone does."

"It's about protectin' him and the job we do. He's gettin' too distracted. But...how much is that gonna change if I kill his girlfriend?"

"So don't kill her. Exorcise her and blame it on someone else. There are ways of getting rid of her, Dean, you just have to weigh your options."

His hand ran over his jaw slowly and he sighed. "Yeah..yeah, I know. Maybe I just need t'call Bobby." He went quiet for a moment, then tried to shrug it off. "Forget it. Amuse me. Let's go out for some drinks and discuss all the ways I could kill her."

"I'm not going anywhere," Bela replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You were the one who told me to stay away from you, yeah? I'm certainly not going out in public with you."

His eyes set and then rolled. "Yeah. Right. Guess I'll hafta do it on my own then," he shrugged and started to back up towards the door.

"I do have scotch, Dean. I said I wouldn't go out with you, I didn't say you couldn't stay." She could use the company to be perfectly honest.

Some witty retort was definitely called for, but he really didn't have the energy. He wouldn't mind the company much himself. "Yeah, sure. Scotch sounds good," he nodded, stopping where he was.

"Sit," she sighed, gesturing to the couch while she went to get the bottle and a glass for him. He did as told and sat down, not relaxing too much. She poured him a glass, before handing it off to him as she rolled her eyes. "Relax. I'm not going to shoot you."

He took the glass. "Sorry, don't really know how to sit and have a casual drink with you," he snorted.

She rolled her eyes before picking up her own glass. "Just sit. Calm down. Forget about Sam for a little while." She paused, before trying to think up an appropriate topic of conversation. "How's Bobby?"

He took a long drink from his glass and nodded. "He's good. He's Bobby."

"That's good. I suppose he knows I'm alive as well at this point?"

"Yeah. We were with him before we came over here..last time." He leaned back, finishing off the glass already and pouring another. The burn down his throat felt so good, and he wanted to keep it coming.

Bela was more than willing to let him drink. "Well, at least he won't try and shoot me the next time he sees me."

Dean snorted. "Bobby doesn't have much against you, Bela."

"Yes, but he doesn't want to die at the hands of a spirit, shapeshifter or demon either."

"True," he nodded. "I'm startin' to think it'll take a lot more than that to bring Bobby down, though." He lifted his glass again. He was still lost with his thoughts and still wondering what the hell he was doing there.

"Probably right," she sighed, running her finger over the edge of her glass as she sipped her wine. He sighed as well, and fell quiet. He glanced over at her, then looked back down into his scotch. She raised an eyebrow slightly. "Something wrong?"

He emptied his glass and sighed. "Yeah. I don't know what the hell I'm doin', sittin' here talkin' to you." He pushed his glass onto the coffee table and got to his feet. "My luck you're waiting for me to pass out before you knife me or something."

"Of course not. Well, not here anyway. I'd get blood all over the carpet." Her voice was dry and unamused. If he didn't want to stay, he shouldn't have stayed.

"Aw and here I thought you'd take pride in my blood on your hands."

"That I might, but the carpet's new. I would prefer not to stain it."

He looked down, her legs blocking the space in front of the coffee table so he couldn't get by. He cleared his throat.

She rolled her eyes slightly, before starting to get to her feet. There wasn't enough room for her to just uncross her legs, which meant her getting up, and then moving around him as he moved with her. It also lead to inevitable contact between the two of them, her body brushing against his side as she moved past him.

On instinct, his hand took her elbow gently as he started to move passed her, and as he did his eyes dropped down on her. He was ignoring the heat the he could feel radiating in the small space. Bela just looked back at him as she shifted around him. She could feel it too, and she didn't like it, but she wasn't going to deny that it was there. There was a reason she had proposed angry sex after all, but that chance had blown itself long ago. He paused a moment, as she looked back, but then he let go of her and pushed himself away to put space between them.

She let him go, moving to grab his glass and the bottle and put it away since he was leaving. He took a couple steps towards the door, then before he could even consider what he was doing, he turned back and stalked over to her. He grabbed the bottle from her hand, set it down, and grabbed her wrist as he pushed her back into the wall.

Panic was the first thing that hit her, and she looked up at him with wide eyes, struggling to get him away from her. "What are you doing?" she demanded, trying to wrench her wrist from his grip and shove him away.

He slammed her wrist against the wall over her head and just glared down at her, then slowly his hold on her loosened and his fingers threaded through hers. "Shut up," he whispered thickly.

The panic on her face was slowly replaced by confusion, but she didn't relax any more. Her body was tense as a wire against him, ready to get herself out the minute he gave her the opportunity. She did, however, shut up. She wasn't completely idiotic. He wasn't that stupid. He may have not been using his brain at the moment, but he also known the look in her eye the minute before. His body pressed close and tight to hers, before he quickly dropped his mouth to hers.

She tensed even more at the kiss at first, not sure how she should be reacting. She wasn't sure what had brought this on, and she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Something always did when it came to situations like this. She paused for a moment, before pushing back at him, trying to break the kiss. "Dean -- what are you doing?"

He glared down at her. He knew he hadn't imagined what had just happened by the couch, but if she wanted to play that way - he didn't need it. "Forget it," he bit, starting to move back.

Bela relaxed a bit as he started to move away. "No, Dean, it wasn't -- " It was just her. Having flashbacks of a man who'd been dead for ten years and being scared of a man who'd threatened to kill her on more than one occasion. So maybe it was him. "I just -- is this what you want?" It was a flimsy excuse, but hopefully he'd buy it. She was a terrible liar when she was freaked out and her eyes were on anything but him at the moment.

The last thing he needed to do was think about it, because thinking would remind him how stupid of an idea it was. And he was starting to feel like an idiot. And he didn't like feeling that way in front of her. He wouldn't give her that. He shrugged. "Moment of stupidity," he said, backing off more.

Of course it was. She continued to look away from him, moving one hand up to run shakily through her hair. "That's what I thought." Because a man like Dean legitimately wanting her? Would probably never happen. She was too damaged, too horrible, too much of a cold hearted bitch for anyone to ever look at her that way, and she knew that she had dug her own grave in that respect. So she would just let him go. It was the smarter thing to do.

Yeah, it was making him feel great too. "Forgot, you only go for demons."

And that pissed her off. "Oh, bloody -- she's the only demon I've slept with, if you care at all, and it only happened once." She huffed slightly, her hands landing on her hips. "God, you still don't know me at all."

He glared yet again. "Know enough to know for whatever damn reason you think you're too good for me."

"You think that's what this is?" Bela's eyes narrowed. "Last I checked, Dean, you were threatening to kill me. Forgive me if I panic a little when you're suddenly all over me." Everywhere. Surrounded on all sides, and she felt trapped which sent her right back to being a scared fourteen year-old girl and she hated it.

"Right," he snapped. "Because you weren't lookin' at me just ten seconds ago." He pointed to the couch. The way he saw it, he had felt something and knew she had to, but when he acted on it she had to take the upper hand again and shove him off. He didn't need that shit. He could go find some floozy somewhere who wasn't such a confusing pain in the ass.

Her head dropped slightly, her body deflating under that accusation because she didn't have a counter argument for that one. She was looking at him. She knew she was but she never expected anyone to act on it, and she certainly didn't expect for him to act on it like that. Her hair feel in front of her face and she probably looked far more like a girl than Dean had ever seen her. And she didn't know what she wanted anymore. She just wanted to get off this conversation. And whether that ended in him leaving or staying, she -- wasn't sure.

He watched her. And yeah, he saw a change in her, but this was Bela. For all he knew it could be an act. So he stood there. He didn't like feeling rejected by her, of all people. They both knew what was inside of him after everything, so he didn't exactly blame her for not wanting it. He didn't need to stay. Yet he wasn't leaving, he didn't know why. He wasn't about to make another move, though. Not again. The rest was up to her.

Bela was quiet for a long time, before she started speaking again. "I'm not good at this."

"At what?" His voice sounded slightly bitter.

"At people," she said looking up at him. "At -- this, at -- everything. I -- I just can't. People start handling me and I -- " She at least had enough pride to swallow back whatever urge she had to cry and look at him seriously, but it wasn't the strong stubborn bitch that he was used to, it was just -- a girl. "You're wasting your time. I'm not going to magically get better at it."

He didn't speak for a bit, but then did, his voice more calm than anything else. "What do you want me to do, Bela?"

"I don't know," she said softly, turning away from him and rubbing her arms lightly. "You should probably just go. You can't fix what he broke."

And he normally would have, but this was different. This wasn't the Bela he knew and he had a hard time treating her as such. He sighed deeply and took a couple steps over. He nearly reached to touch her back, but he decided after the last five minutes he'd be best off not doing so. "Who said anything about fixin' anything?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder. "No one, I suppose. But the only way you'd probably want me is the way you tried to initiate earlier, and that's -- not going to happen."

"That's...just- how it came out." He chanced touching her arm. "I was just tryin' my damnest to walk out the door. Think it's easy for me to..after everything.." His words weren't coming out in any sensical order, but he wasn't sure how to change that.

She turned around when he touched her, and she looked up at him with a bit of a smirk, but she wasn't trying to be mischievous or teasing. "Might be better off. I'm probably more trouble than I'm worth, yeah?"

He snorted. "Yeah. Knew that already. Not like I'm much better."

"So why are you still here? I'm sure this isn't saving you any trouble."

Now he shrugged. "You haven't told me to leave yet, have you?"

She shook her head slightly. "Apparently I like being a masochist more than I like being alone."

"Must be somethin' in common." His thumb brushed her arm gently. "Sorry, okay? Back there...that was me reactin' to..the other you I know."

She shrugged, but she didn't pull away from him. "You didn't know."

"Whose fault is that?" But it wasn't a mean tone, it came out lightly, almost teasingly.

She rolled her eyes a bit, before they fell to the ground again, and she was shifting on her feet. "I'm not looking for pity, Dean. I don't go -- slinging around my problems for everyone to hear."

"I'm in no place to pity." His hand wrapped around her arm a little more snug, but not roughly.

Bela took a step closer to him, not looking up right away. "I'm just saying. Don't -- be nice to me just because you feel sorry for me."

He smirked slightly. "Shut up," he said again, this time a whisper. Then he closed his eyes and leaned down to gently brush his lips to hers, taking it slow. She took a bit of a breath at the kiss, one hand coming up to cup the side of his face lightly, as she responded a bit more favorably.

He put a bit more into the kiss when she returned it, and let his arm move around her waist. Her arms slid around his neck, leaning in closer and pressing her body against his. He sighed softly, pulling her close, as he kept the kiss slow. And the thing was...he was realizing this was what he wanted. Not fast, hard sex with someone he couldn't stand; not a meaningless night with a nameless woman that didn't know a damn thing about him. He needed this, because she knew of the things he had done. She knew he had been...a monster. And she was still there, wrapped up in him. He just wanted to lose himself in that, in her, because right then he actually felt like he was worth something. Bela leaned into him, pulling him closer before starting to move towards the couch again. Her hands slid under the edge of his jacket, starting to push it off his shoulders as they moved.

He went along with her, pulling his lips from hers just far enough to speak. "You sure?" She nodded, before pulling him in again, nipping at his lips lightly as she did. That got a light groan from him, and he dropped his arms to shed his jacket, then wrapped his arms around her again. "Wait.." His lips dipped to her neck gently. "Let's use the bedroom."

She looked back at him for a moment, before nodding and taking his hand, leading the way back up the stairs to her bedroom. He followed, and once they got to the top of the stairs he turned her towards him and made careful work of getting her shirt off. She let him, waiting for the material to drop to the floor, before moving in closer to him again, sliding her fingers under his t-shirt. His eyes closed at the contact and his sigh was a bit ragged. He knew the marks on his body that she'd see the minute his shirt came off. She didn't care really. The shirt came off over his head and she just drank him in, letting her hands run over his shoulders as she pulled him closer again.

And with that out of the way, he was able to relax more, his hands sliding down her sides and starting to push her pants off her hips. She moved with him, leaning in to kiss him again as she went for his belt. She kissed her back and stepped out of his jeans, then pulled her closer and let his hands slowly explore her body. His fingers found their way back to the clasp of her bra, which he undid and dropped to the floor, before sliding his lips down her neck and to her chest. She moaned softly at the contact, arching her body slightly to push against him more.

He moved back up and nipped at her neck softly, then pulled up just enough to look down at her body and slowly take it in. She watched him, swallowing the need to feel a bit self-conscious at the way he was looking at her. It was one thing to study someone, it was another to be the one being studied. He glanced up at her then and met her eyes, before sliding a hand to her cheek and kissing her again, as he pushed her back towards the bed. She went with him, leaning back into the kiss and falling back onto the bed when she got close enough and pulling him with her.

Dean let himself drop over her and slid a hand against her body as he pressed his own close. A pleased groan sounded in his throat from having her that close, and he quickly kicked out of his boxers. Bela hooked a leg over his hip, arching against him in order to get him as close to her as possible. Which he did. He took them slow and gentle at first, but soon he got wrapped up in it, and in her, and picked up the intensity. He still wanted to be careful wit her, but it just felt so damn good to be there. To feel that wanted despite it all. And he lost himself in it. She leaned back and let him take over, her hands wandering over his back and moving her body with his as he went.

His body finally fell into hers, and it took him a moment to regain himself before he could move aside. His breathing was deep and his head a blur. "Jesus," he muttered. Bela just let out a long sigh, closing her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.

Dean leaned back on his back and closed his eyes, his arm resting above his head. She shifted slightly after a moment, before rolling over so that she was resting on her side next to him. He felt her move and turned his head to her, opening his eyes to look at her. He wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing.

Neither was she, but she knew one of them had to say something. "You don't have to stay, if you don't want to."

Once again, leaving was probably a good idea - one that he tended to prefer in these situations - but he honestly didn't want to. He didn't want to take the quiet drive back to the empty motel room, where his brother had ditched him for...who knows what. He shrugged slightly and reached out, his fingers brushing lightly at her hip. "I'm okay," he said. "...unless you want me to go."

She shook her head slightly. "No, I mean. I was just saying. This isn't obligating you to stay."

He let himself move in closer, his arm sliding firmer around her waist. "Okay," he said quietly. She relaxed slightly at the contact, before shifting again so that her head was resting against the pillow as oppose to looking him in the eye. He relaxed too and closed his eyes again, keeping her close. She closed her eyes as well, curling up next to him and starting to drift off to sleep. It wasn't long before he fell asleep as well.



She intended to sleep through the night, completely comfortable where she was, feeling wanted for the first time in a long time. Dean didn't even consider it, he was out cold until morning. Not even early morning. He eventually started to shift slightly beside her. Bela was starting to get up at that point, going to make breakfast. She wasn't sure whether or not Dean would stay, but she at least needed to make something for herself. He let her go, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, before standing and sliding into his jeans. He reached into his pocket for his cell phone and saw several missed calls from his brother. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, not wanting to bother.

Bela slipped a bathrobe on around her shoulders before turning back to him. "Hungry?"

He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure." She nodded, before heading back into the kitchen, tying the bathrobe around her waist. He followed not long after, quickly pulling his shirt over his head, and wandering into the kitchen. "Whatcha got?"

"I was going to make pancakes," she replied over her shoulder.

He smirked. "I do love pancakes," he replied.

"Glad we agree," she said, looking back at him before gathering the ingredients she needed to make the pancakes.

He got himself a glass of water and watched a bit as he drank it. He's always been of the opinion that she was hot, even when she was a pain in the ass, but right then...he just thought she was very pretty. And he wondered where that had come from and turned to look around the kitchen a bit. Bela knew he was looking but was mostly ignoring it for the time being. Getting too self-conscious about it would only lead to trouble. For right now, she just focused on what she was doing. He was currently very interested in her cabinetry, trying to seem like this was all normal.

A few minutes later she was pouring the batter into the pan, just cooking quietly to herself. "Can I do anything?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Set the table, if you'd like?"

"I can do that." He nodded and set his glass down, then went through her cabinets to find what they needed. She just went back to cooking, flipping the pancakes, then serving them up on a plate. Dean settled down at the table.

She made her way over to the table and placed the plate down in front of him. "Enjoy."

He picked up his fork and looked up at her. "Gonna join me?"

"I was going to make coffee, but if you'd rather I didn't ... ?"

"No..go ahead," he nodded. She nodded, before going to get the coffee started.



It was a good breakfast, and quiet. When he was done eating, Dean got up and started moving some dishes into the sink for her.

"Thank you," she said softly, clearing her own place as well. He nodded and quietly started washing the dishes. It was the least he could do, really. "You don't have to," she said, placing the plates down next to him. "I can do it."

"It's okay," he shrugged. It wasn't going to take long as it was.

"Okay," she nodded, before looking down at herself. "I should get dressed."

He glanced over with a wide smirk. "Don't go to the trouble for me."

She raised an eyebrow back at him, her hand starting to slide over the tie on her robe. "So you would prefer I just stayed half-dressed while you seem ready to walk out the door?"

His eyes watched her hands. "Who said I'm walkin' out the door?" And if she was about to get naked in the kitchen, he wasn't going anywhere.

Not naked, but there was certainly a bit of skin involved. The robe parted as she moved closer, showing a clear tan line to his view. "All dressed -- seems like you have somewhere to be."

He shook his head, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Just pulled them on to eat." And his eyes weren't moving from that area of skin as he started to turn to her more.

"Mmmm -- so you wouldn't be opposed to taking them off again, then," she said softly, her fingers trailing over the edge of his shoulder.

"Only if you take this off, too," he said. His hand moved against her hip as his fingers tried to find their way through to skin. She tilted her head slightly, before starting to back away from him, the silk flowing off her shoulders as she went. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, before starting to follow her.

She stopped just outside the edge of the kitchen, letting the robe drop to the floor, before looking back at him expectantly. He paused in his tracks and just stared. She met his stare for a moment, before biting her bottom lip, starting to get uncomfortable under his stare. He really couldn't help staring, though. He couldn't look away. But he did notice her getting uncomfortable, so he took a couple steps closer.

"What?"

"You're staring," she said softly, watching him as she moved closer. "I'm not used to it."

He shrugged as he continued moving to her. "I like what I'm seein'." He stopped, his hand sliding against her hip.

She could feel the warmth of a blush coloring her cheeks and she glanced away, focusing on his shoulder as oppose to his face. "Do you."

Yeah, he wasn't too thrilled with her looking at his shoulder. "Sure. It's a great body. Bit of a pain in the ass, but still great." He grinned and leaned in to kiss her neck.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips on her neck and she slid her arms around his shoulders, pushing her body closer. "I'm glad you approve."

He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer and let out a soft groan at the feel of her skin against his. "Glad you didn't shoot me while I was a sleep in your bed."

"Well, that would be rather counterproductive to what we both want," she gave a bit of a gasp as she pressed closer. "Wouldn't it?"

His fingers began to explore her skin again. "Guess that depends what you want."

"I am the one standing naked in my living room, aren't I?"

"True." And he slipped his arms under her and picked her up in his arms. "Somewhere you'd rather go?"

"That's up to you, but I was thinking we might like to go back to bed."

"That works for me," he said, starting for the stairs. She leaned in softly, nibbling his neck lightly as she did. He groaned and nearly missed a step. "Sure you wanna do that?"

She gave him a completely innocent look. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Mmm, if you wanna play..I can play, sweetheart."

"Oh really?"

He nodded and dropped her back on the bed, before climbing on and letting his knees straddle her waist. "If you think you can handle it."

She raised an eyebrow as she pushed herself up on her elbows towards him. "And you think I can't?"

He shook his head. "I think you'll be beggin' me in no time."

"That sounds like a challenge." And boy, did she like a challenge.

He grinned. "Damn straight it is." And yes, he did too.

"Alright," she said, hooking her fingers through the loops of his jeans and pulling him closer. "Do your worst."

***
It was early evening by the time Dean finally pulled up to the motel. He parked and sat there a moment, letting out a long sigh. He was back in reality now and he was so sure he liked it. He didn't want another arguement with Sam, he didn't want angels dropping in on him constantly. And the entire drive back, he was starting to ask himself what he had been doing over there, but he couldn't come up with an answer against it. He also couldn't come up with any answers for it.

She was Bela, but she wasn't the same. Neither was he. None of them were, really. And she was the only one who seemed to just want to be around him. He liked that.

But now he was back in reality, and he was walking through the door of the motel room. He passed Sam and didn't say a word as he crossed the room.

"Dude, where have you been?" Sam said as his brother passed him by. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours."

Dean shrugged. "Out." Not like Sam could really get on his case for doing the same thing he did every night.

"Out? Out where?"

"Drivin' around," he said. He grabbed some clean clothes from his bag, intending on a hot shower.

"And you couldn't at least pick up the phone?"

"Kinda figured you were busy doin' your thing," Dean said cooly.

"When I'm calling you it kind of indicates that I do want to talk to you, Dean."

"Yeah, well...you can't take off when y'don't need me and expect me to sit here waitin' when you do." And he picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Sam swallowed slightly at that, before looking away. "Fine. Forget it."

Dean nodded and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. And he started to wonder when the hell being around Bela had become easier than being around his brother.