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there's no way i'm giving up;

EVERY TIME I WIND UP BACK AT YOUR DOOR
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onsilksheets | 3x12 "just in bello" au | dean's busted by the fbi so sam's gotta make bela pay.

[ sam leaves dean in the hotel room, wanting to return to the impala to find his phone. his pockets were empty - and so were dean's - and he couldn't seem to really focus on the situation at hand with it lost. just like dean always had to have the keys to the impala, sam always had to have his phone.

walking down the hallway of the hotel, he finds himself walking past some men dressed up as the fbi. he does a double take, walking backwards slowly as he watches them disappear -

- into the room dean is in. sam hurries down to the impala. when he gets there, he realises he should've went the other way, back to dean. but what use is that if he walks straight into the lion's den when he can help his brother out without being locked up behind bars?

he unlocks the impala, slides in, and keeps the entire beast in the dark. if they don't see him, the better. he finds his phone wedged underneath the passenger seat. he doesn't move for what feels like a lifetime, waiting to see if dean's okay. he knows those men were there for them. despite the type of people who he knew hung out in dumps like this, he knew that this had to be a trap. bela's name was written all over it.

he watches as they escort dean out. he sees his brother giving the car a pointed look. sam wants to hop out and stop them, but he knows that if the fbi don't kick his ass, dean will.

dean's left him a message. bbitch blea. it's not his best work, but dean's never been one to be technologically smart. sam's the one who can type without looking - and, better yet, in secret. it makes him think that they should be switched; dean should be out here, ready to kick bela's ass, and he should be in there, with his phone.

sam isn't even sure why he has her number. for all he knows, it's a dummy one - or she's deleted the number entirely - but he texts it. he's too angry to even consider calling her. ]

you did this. you're going to fix it.

[ and off he goes, driving to god knows where. patience has never been a winchester trait. ]

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~~maybe you should think before you throw dean and me in jail. you might not want to admit it to yourself, bela, but we protect even you from a hell of a lot of bad stuff.~~

[ sam doesn't send it, despite the incredible desire to do so. if he does, he thinks he's just going to effectively push her away - which he's doing, regardless, because every time a winchester does something, it pushes people away - but that isn't what he wants, if he can help it. he needs bela's help; if she's going to willingly give it to him, fine. if she isn't, well, life's going to be a bit harder for her with all the things that go bump in the night knocking on her door. neither of them might not want to admit it, but they need each other in different ways to survive. a hunter needs a thief with access to unique items, and a thief needs a hunter for bidding and to steal. and to be protected by. ]

maybe you should clue me in.

[ his aim is to throw her for a loop, maybe show her he's not as abrasive as dean. he isn't. he's pissed she shot him, but he knows how useful her job can be to them. if dean wasn't such a jerk, then maybe they would stop antagonising each other so much. ]

A few text messages wouldn't cover it.

[they don't know the truth and neither does anyone else. why she made her deal, why she spent most of her life doing things for her selfish gain without any regards for anyone else. but she couldn't tell them, she couldn't tell anyone-it was difficult to talk about and it rubbed salt into very old wounds. they couldn't possibly understand her reasoning.

truthfully, sam was the more tolerable of the two and much more reasonable. bela had seen that on the few occasions she had spoken to him. although he was probably still angry about the time she shot him.]

how about we meet? leave our guns in our cars and talk civilly. i know you're not stupid to not realize we can help each other out here.

[ sam's still pissed at the shooting, and will be for a while, despite understanding her desperation. but maybe if they meet without their ammo pointed at each other, then they can really get what they want. sam's smart enough to realise that threatening her and being a smart ass will get him nowhere. it's only gotten dean locked in the doghouse.

he needs bela with him on this one. ]

[it takes her sometime to reply to his message, deciding if it would be wise to meet up with him.]

Okay. I'll play along for a little while. Any funny business and I'm gone, yeah? Just to make that clear.

[she didn't take threats so well after all. if sam attempted anything, then their little civil meeting would be over.]

it goes both ways. you know where i'm coming from. what's a place that's in the middle of where you are and where i am?

[ bela isn't as innocent as she thinks, thank you very much~. he's keeping his pockets empty and his eyes sharp for when he meets up with her. if he meets up with her. he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her; there's no reason to trust her just yet. but he's doing it for dean, so he's got to give a little to get a little. ]

I'll be on my best behaviour, there's no need to worry.

There's a diner about twenty miles from where we both are. Somewhere public would be better.

[She doesn't really like diners. But it's all in the name of business and trying to come to some sort of agreement with him.]

be there in ten.

[ he's a bit of a show off, what can he say?

and he's there under seventeen minutes. sam might be a winchester but he doesn't speed unless there's some sort of ghost car chasing him. it's the only diner that he can see bela ever gracing with her presence.

it doesn't escape him that there's people in there. it's better for the both of them. maybe she'll keep her bullets in her gun, this time, rather than his shoulder.

he walks in, looking around for her, before deciding to find a table near the window so he can see who comes and goes. it's one of his favourite things to do, ever since he was a kid; watch the people drive in and out, enter the diner and exit, all the while dean and dad discuss the Serious Stuff. he's picked a table that has a few lonely ones surrounding it, just so their conversation won't be overheard by the wrong ears.

he doesn't order anything to eat or drink. he's too on edge to get dean free to consider food. ]

[so Bela got there late on purpose just to tick off sam a little bit more. it was fun to mess with him after all. well, fun for her of course.

she saunters into the diner as if she owns the place: head held high and dressed to impress-she was here to do business after all. Bela left her gun in her car like he said to do because despite being who she was, she did keep her word sometimes. waving a gun around in a public space wouldn't be wise either.

after spotting sam near a window table, bela strides over to him and sits in the seat across from him, holding up her hands to show sam that she was unarmed. not that she would let him pat her down...well, if the mood was right and they were in a different situation.]

Hello, Sam.

[it's said pleasantly enough but it also conveys that she means business.]

[ her being late wasn't fun for sam, for the record! and she's right, it does tick him off. he thought she was standing him up, despite him thinking better of her. she's shot him in the shoulder to force dean's hand, but sam gets the impression that when a meeting is set, bela is reliable. she's reliable beyond that; ruining their plans, having what they need right under her thumb, shooting him. ]

Bela.

[ a nostril may flare. he notices she's dressed to impress. he's more than positive dean would say some comment about it. he could never resist the juvenile jab. sam just tries to ignore how attractive she is.

she shot him.

yeah, the nostril flares there. ]

I'm glad you showed. All things considered.

[~~my Sam, what a big nostril flare you have.~~he was cute admittedly, and bela even said that out loud once, even if it was followed by a jibe afterwards...she was a complicated lady.

she hadn't really talked to him on his own a lot, just dean. it would be interesting to see if sam's behaviour would be different when his elder brother wasn't around.]

I always keep my appointments, Sam. I'd be a bad businesswoman if I didn't.

[a waitress comes over and bela waves her off, not wanting to try what they had on offer. it was a diner for god's sake. not a nice restaurant which was she was used to.]

Let's talk business then, shall we?

[ he has to admire her for her professionalism.

for a minute.

and straight to the business he goes. he crosses his arms on the table and leans over towards her. he's serious, and he really, really just wants to get his brother out of prison. dean would tell him to not give her a damn penny, but it's his brother. ]

I need Dean out of prison. What is it that you want?

[ name your price, bela. sam's short of selling his soul for dean's freedom. next stop is the crossroads. ]

[and how could you not really.

even when they're both sitting down like this, bela remembers quite easily just how tall sam winchester is. even when he is leaning just a little.

the reason why bela never got close to anyone or let them in was because it would save her the trouble of bailing them out of sticky situations. she had herself and that was all she needed to get along in life.]

I get to keep the Colt and none of you come after me ever again.

[ (fuu)

dean is going to kill him. he's going to rip him apart like a hell hound and make him wish he was in hell, because there's no way he'd even consider letting bela have the colt.

which is exactly what sam is doing.

considering. in her favour. to give her the only leverage the winchdouches have.

but, at least, dean will be out of jail in order to rip him to shreds and feed him to the hounds.

he visibily makes a face. he's so stuck. through gritted teeth: ] Fine.

[ what he should've said: we need the gun, bela. because whatever is going after her, they're going after. it's inevitable. the winchesters fuck things up but they do save the day. ]

The Colt's yours. Once Dean is free. And the cops don't come after us. We get off scott free.

[ when it comes to bela talbot, stating everything is absolutely necessary. reading the fine print needs to be a necessary move on his part when it comes to her. ]

[there was always the possibility that Sam would refuse her offer because she knew that the colt was important. but having it in her possession was far more important to bela. it was the only way that she was going to get out of her deal and save her soul from hell.

she catches that look on his face and has to hide a smile; they were here on business after all and she had to maintain professionalism.] Good.

[Yes, she definitely looks pleased at that reply.]

I can help to get Dean out of jail and keep the police off your tail. Record wiped clean.

Note this though, none of your hunter friends can't come after me either. I know you have connections.

[ sam doesn't trust bela's definition of a 'record wiped clean', but that's something he'll have to address later. the winchesters with friends? bobby would laugh.

sam feels like this is an impossible request. ]

You do know we're not exactly what you'd call popular, right?

I can't stop a hunter who you've pissed off when he's pissed at us.

[ that kind of immunity he can't grant, even if he tries his damn hardest. he knows he's a target for a lot of hunter hate, after releasing the demons from hell and being a demon himself. dean might be blind to it but sam knows he's different and not in a good way, either. ]

Oh, I'm sure not all the hunters you know are pissed off at you.

[except Gordon. who was dead now. bela had heard the stories about sam and how he was going to bring about the end of the world; she thought it was a pile of crap. not that she expected sam to tell her anything about that in the first place.]

And for the record, the only hunter I've pissed off is Gordon. He's not my problem anymore as you're well aware.

[ they're just jealous of sam and his awesome hair, okay, bela. especially gordon.

sam thinks it too. the only thing they have in common besides being annoyed by dean.

at the mention of gordon, sam tenses. he might be a good actor for strangers, but bela really isn't one. she knows things about them and she most likely knows about gordon's vendetta against him. it makes him feel somewhat guilty for not being able to help the other man understand that he wasn't some sort of animal. ]

You should add Dean to the list. [ mumble grumble. ]

I don't hold much pull with the hunters. But, it doesn't mean I'm completely heartless. [ he's got his serious business face on. ] I can't guarantee one hundred percent immunity, Bela. That's wishful thinking.

Fine, I suppose having complete immunity was a bit of a stretch. You and your brother are much more concerning than any of those other hunters.

[She's more than aware that she has pissed Dean off but Bela didn't want to point that out or draw a lot of attention to it.]

Your terms are agreeable, Sam. I'll get Dean out of jail and you let me have the Colt. But it's late, so we're not going to get much done now.

[ she's got a point. and he knows dean would feel all superior i knowing they're the most concerning hunters around, but sam doesn't like having the spotlight placed on them. ]

How will I know you'll get him out as soon as it's morning? I'm not giving you the Colt until I know he's safe.

[ sorry, bela, sam likes to read the fine print. ]

If you're really worried about me running off without helping Dean, maybe you should come along with me at the station.

[she was willing to play fair after all.]

I'd recommend remaining close to me tonight, but I'm worried about tarnishing my reputation.

[It's a little dig at him.]

[ oh my god why are you attacking puppy winchester? he is so innocent and cuddly. sam is just linefacing and deadpans: ] I'll walk five steps behind you.

[ end linefacing. he's curious. where's she going to go? what does this station entail? why does his entire life suck? ]

Where are you planning to go?

I'll have to get a hotel room somewhere. I'm not sleeping in my car.

[as lovely as her car was, it wouldn't be the most comfortable thing to sleep in.]

Though the chances of finding a half-decent one around here are slim to none.

So you're going to another town just so you can have a decent hotel room to sleep in for one night.

[ his eyebrow's cocked. he feels like he's speaking to dean, who never makes sense with his half-brained plans. sorry for judging you, bela, but he's got to judge someone at least once a day. since dean isn't here ... ]

[she just gives him a look.]

No, I'm not. Despite the inconvenience of sleeping in a crappy hotel room, I don't wish to drive too far. Around here will have to do.

Crappy hotel rooms be damned?

[ oh, hey, he's trying to be a comedian. he should probably stop that before he gets shot again. so, he wipes that smirk off his face. ]

I may know a place. It's not quite your standards, but it's cheap to get two separate rooms that aren't infested with bed bugs.

As long as it's better than that place you were squatting in a while ago.

[ so picky, bela. 8( ] It's not the Hilton.

[ ... hey! unless she's saying she's been in the room of their hotel room - the one where sam last saw dean - then that might mean she's been keeping tabs on them. sam's just going to let his ego inflate silently. ] Been checking up on me?

Unfortunately not.

[their choices in places to stay was horrendous and bela was appalled that they would even consider it. at least she had class.]

Of course. I have to keep on eye on those who I have an interest in.

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there's no way i'm giving up;

♥ bela, stop being such a hard ass! you know you want to talk to your bff sammy.

pffft! Sam, you know you wanna ride this hard ass~

(evil_grin) oh yeah he does

we'll see what happens, won't we? ;)

oh, you know what happens~ (evilsmirk)

oooh yes waggles eyebrows

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there's no way i'm giving up;

♥ bela, stop being such a hard ass! you know you want to talk to your bff sammy.

pffft! Sam, you know you wanna ride this hard ass~

(evil_grin) oh yeah he does

we'll see what happens, won't we? ;)

oh, you know what happens~ (evilsmirk)

oooh yes *waggles eyebrows*

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oooh yes waggles eyebrows