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Fallen: 2/?
Author: Johnnyjosh
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Beta: behrbemine, sprnaturalgrl_one, mad_server
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: Kripke created this universe; I just enjoy warping it and borrowing his
boys for my own twisted amusement. None of it is mine, sadly.
Warnings and Notes: Slash, wincest, language, eventual light non-con and
violence. Possible OOC, AU, and General Weirdness.
Summary: Is it possible to fall from grace, and find the one thing left that can keep
you from caring?

Dean sighed, rising from the bed and stalking across the room. He snatched up a
black t-shirt that was draped across the back of the chair, and pulled it over his
head. Long fingers ran through his hair as Dean tried to tame the unruly curls
forming there and he laughed softly, reminded of the times he'd teased Sam about
his curls.

Dean looked toward the heavy wooden door, a pensive expression on his face. I'd
give anything to tease you and have those kinds of good times with you again,
Sammy, he thought wistfully, then scowled as he glared into the mirror, eyes
changing from green to onyx. But I don't have anything left to give�

Dean turned his head and gazed around the bedroom, fittingly enough decorated
mainly in dark colors: reds, browns and black. It was lavishly furnished with old,
hardwood furniture, the bed of course being the centerpiece, covered with soft
blankets and mounds of pillows. Sam was nothing if not conscientious of his lover
and brother's comfort.

The walls were stone, and so thick it would be a chore even for someone with
Sam's power to tear them down. Yet when Sam was here, touching and teasing
him, Dean knew his younger brother enjoyed making sure Dean's voice carried past
those walls, so anyone or anything nearby would hear his screams of agonized
pleasure.

Dean was always keenly aware of the jealousy radiating from some of the other
demons when he was among them, and it gave him an almost perverse sense of
satisfaction to know he was envied for his place at their King's side. Dean also
took some pleasure in Ruby's reaction to their relationship. He'd overheard them
arguing once. Ruby had asked Sam how he could let himself fall so far, and how
he could drag his own brother down with him, taking the love Dean felt for him
and twisting it, using it and corrupting it to keep Dean by his side forever. Dean
had almost felt sorry for her when Sam had punished her for daring to question
what they had.

Dean had been curious at first as to why Sam was always so lenient with her, but
then it occurred to him. The demon had played a fairly large role in their survival.
Having saved Dean from the witches, then at least trying to give them an out when
they'd been trapped in the prison, had been the only things that had ensured her
survival during Sam's horrific, brutal rise to power. Sam didn't like being lied to, or
used, and Ruby had done both, but he owed her for helping Dean.

The fact that she was still breathing was all the proof Dean needed that his brother
was still there somewhere, inside the fearsome Demon King that now ruled a world
gone mad.

Ruby was the only one, human or demon, that Dean knew of to survive blatantly
lying to and using his brother, and Dean wondered sometimes if she wished she
hadn't. For then she wouldn't have had to watch as the man she had tried so hard
to prepare for saving the world, ended up being the one to enslave it.

"Bet the irony still kills you to this day, doesn't it?" Dean snickered, turning
toward the door. His gaze raked over the room once more, and paused on an old
talking board. It had belonged to the first of many people who had paid the
ultimate price for double-crossing the Winchester brothers, Bela. He sighed as his
thoughts drifted back to that night, the night he realized his brother truly was well
on his way down the path to darkness.

It had been a little over a week since they'd reclaimed the Colt, and together he
and Sam had hunted down two more demons. Dean had been withdrawn and
pensive for almost the entire week, unsure what to think of the sudden return of
Sam's powers, or the younger man's cold demeanor when he'd killed the old man.

It wasn't until Sam had put himself at risk to save the humans their second target
was after that Dean felt some measure of relief. At last Sam seemed to be himself
again, complete with a touch of angst when he couldn't save all the innocent
people involved.

Dean chalked the old man's death up to a fluke, deciding to believe Sam's words
about protecting him. After all, it wasn't that long ago that Sam had suffered that
awful, cruel prank at the hands of the Trickster. Seeing him die over a hundred
times, then having to live without him for months, as Sam had finally confessed
when it was all over, was bound to have some effect on the younger man.

He had decided not to tell Bobby about the man's death, or Sam's powers. It
wasn't that he didn't trust Bobby completely, but� He knew Bobby would tell
Ellen, and he wasn't entirely sure about her anymore. He hadn't been ever since
Gordon had first come after Sam. After all, it was only at the roadhouse that Sam
and Dean had shared the frightening secret about the powers bestowed on all the
children connected to the yellow-eyed demon. He'd even questioned her about it
directly, but something about her answer didn't quite ring true. Nobody else had
been hunting one specific demon for years the way their father had been, and only
Ellen and Jo had been around when Sam had started demanding Ash look up
dates of birth and fires in nurseries. So where else would other hunters hear
about it?

He was drawn out of his musings when AC/DC suddenly blasted from the
Impala's speakers, almost loud enough to make even his ears hurt. He glanced
over in surprise, eyebrows rising at the grin his younger brother was sporting.
Sam leaned back in his seat and tried to speak to him, but his voice was lost amid
screeching guitars and pounding drums. He made out something to do with it
being too quiet and that was all. Dean turned his attention back to the road, a
genuine smile on his face for the first time in several days. Suddenly the lack of
conversation between them was no longer quite so awkward.

Half an hour later, Dean decided all three of them needed some fuel, so he pulled
into a small diner with a gas bar, parking the car and shutting off the music. He
opened his mouth to say something but Sam's hand settling gently on his shoulder
stopped him. The two of them shared a long, silent look and a faint smile, before
getting out of the car and walking toward the diner.

Both men paused as Ruby stepped out from around the corner and stopped in
front of the door, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to one side. "We have to
talk," she said without preamble.

Sam nodded and merely moved around her, pulling open the door. "Fine, but
we're hungry." He held the door open, lips quirking as Dean brushed past him, a
wide smile on the older man's face.

"Looks like the sudden entrances have gotten old, princess," Dean murmured,
chuckling as Ruby scowled at him. He led the way to a booth in the back corner,
sitting down and grabbing for a menu. Just as he opened it, his cell phone started
to ring. He picked it up and suddenly his eyes narrowed in annoyance when the
display screen showed who was calling. "What the hell do you want?" he barked
into the phone as Sam sat beside him, Ruby taking the seat across from them.

"First, congratulations on escaping from jail, I knew when I saw the news report
something had happened, and I just knew you tenacious Winchesters would find a
way to survive. Second, I always said your kind were a bunch of obsessed,
revenge-driven sociopaths, but I never thought you'd go that far, Dean." Bela's
voice was sharp in his ear.

"Oh please, cut the flattery and get to the point." Dean sneered, glancing over as
Sam silently gestured to the phone, wondering who it was. He held the phone
away from his ear just as Bela shot off a few choice insults.

"You know full well what my point is! You killed that old man, over the gun.
How could you? I'm sure with your�dubious talents you could have taken it
from him without being so violent about it." She paused, taking a deep breath.
"I suppose I should ask now if you intend to kill any of my other buyers who were
unfortunate enough to end up with some item you figure should be in your
possession. I need to know, as that could put a bit of a damper on my business."

Dean narrowed his eyes and took a breath of his own. "First off; for the record?
That was�an accident."

"Oh, his neck being broken so viciously that one vertebrae was nearly ground to
dust is an accident. Of course, I can see how that might happen," Bela said in a
sickeningly sweet voice.

Dean growled and continued on as if he hadn't heard her, though inwardly he
flinched at just how much power Sam had used. "Secondly, no. Now that we've
got the Colt back, that's all we need, we won't trouble you or your batty clients
again," he sneered, shaking his head.

"Oh, you won't trouble me again, can I get that in writing?" Bela laughed softly.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention," Dean continued, starting to go into full-on rant
mode, "none of this would have happened if you hadn't been such a blind, greedy
bitch, would it? You know how important the Colt is and what do you do? You
steal it and sell it to the highest bidder, just like I knew you would. Then you try
and get me and Sam locked away for life. You hypocritical moron, you talk about
us being obsessed, you're so damn obsessed with money you're willing to let the
whole world be destroyed just so you can turn a-" He jumped when Sam reached
out and grabbed the phone.

"What my brother's trying to say," Sam said quietly, "is that we're done with
you. We see now what asking for help, or giving help to you costs, so there's
really no reason for us to ever interact again."

"Aw, Sam, I thought we were just starting to be pals," she said, then gave a low,
throaty chuckle.

"Listen to me, and listen well," Sam's voice dropped in pitch and turned ice-cold.
"If you come near us, or send anyone after us again, I will kill you." He listened
to the moment of silence on the other end. "Unlike my brother, I won't be swayed
by some cheap, token gesture after the fact. You've double-crossed us for the last
time. Stay the hell away from us if you value your life." That said, Sam snapped
Dean's phone shut and slid it into his own pocket.

Dean took a moment to digest Sam's words, tamping down the brief flash of fear
he'd felt at the sound of the younger man's voice. Once he'd convinced himself
that Sam wasn't turning evil before his eyes, Sam was simply as fed-up with the
brazen thief as he was, Dean sat back in his seat, sighing heavily.

"That sanctimonious bitch," Dean growled, shaking his head. "It's not even
worth arguing with her. Who knows, maybe hearing a death threat from you this
time will convince her to take a hike."

"You should have killed her when you had the chance," Ruby said quietly, sitting
back and studying both brothers with hooded eyes. "She's nearly gotten you two
killed how many times now?"

"Too many," Sam admitted quietly, suddenly finding Dean's hands splayed on
the table very interesting.

"Yeah, but that's not your style, is it? Still not able to assess and deal with
threats to your safety," sighed Ruby. "Dean and I are going to have to work
harder to cure you of that."

Sam lifted his head, pinning her with a serious look. "Find her for me. I want to
have a little�talk with her. Maybe I can convince her not to screw around with
us like that again."

Ruby laughed quietly, shaking her head as a waitress approached, staying silent
while Dean ordered 2 beers, and hamburger platters for himself and Sam. Once
she was gone, the blond demon sat forward again. "Even if I could just snap my
fingers and find her, why should I? We've got more important things to discuss."

"Fine," Sam said, voice dropping down, once again growing cold. "You want to
talk about your plans for the big war? Find Bela for us, then we can talk. I know
you can," he hissed, hazel eyes narrowing. "You used to be a witch. Talking
boards, pendulums, there's all kinds of things you can use. Find her. Don't
bother coming back until you do."

Ruby looked surprised, then a little disconcerted, before a smirk settled on her
lips as she leaned forward in her seat. "Ooh, Sam, learning to take charge a
little, are you? I think I like it," she snickered, then got up and sauntered out.

Dean frowned and studied his younger brother, brow furrowed. "What the hell
was that about?"

"What?" Sam looked at him, puzzled at his reaction.

"That," he gestured to the front door, Ruby already long gone. "Usually she's
tryin' to order you around, suddenly you're the one in charge. Not to mention,
why do you wanna go see Bela so bad anyway? She'll probably try to have us
arrested again, crazy bitch�"

"Because I want to have a talk with her," Sam murmured, sitting back as their
drinks arrived, the waitress saying their food would be out momentarily. "She
obviously didn't take your threats seriously enough before. Now it's my turn to
try and reason with her. Maybe she'll learn to stay away from us from now on."

"Yeah, right," Dean scoffed sitting back and shaking his head. "As long as
there's either profit or amusement in it for her, she'll never leave us alone."

"Well, I've got to give her at least one last chance to see the error of her ways,"
Sam said cryptically, smiling at the waitress as she brought their food over and
set the plates in front of them.

Dean gazed at his brother for a moment, his expression one of unease, but he said
nothing.

Dean walked over to the wall and reached out, taking the talking board down from
the shelf and turning it over in his hands gently. He wondered, briefly, if there
would have been any turning back, stopping what was to come even if he'd
managed to keep Sam from staining his hands and his soul with human blood once
again.

"Probably not," Dean muttered, sitting down in the chair and holding the talking
board loosely in one hand as his thoughts drifted back once more.

After they were finished with lunch, they headed to the nearest motel. "Finally,
no more damn twin beds," Dean groused, sprawling on his own bed, bags
dropped carelessly beside him on the floor.

"For now," Sam chuckled, glancing over at his older brother with another
chuckle at Dean's obvious enjoyment of having some room to move for a change.

"Aw, come on, man," Dean mock-whined, then turned and gave him a weary
smile. "We gotta stay here at least a month, enjoy having enough room to stretch
out a bit."

Sam laughed and shook his head, even as he lay back on his own bed, long arms
and legs stretched out. "You know we can't stay in one place that long," he
murmured, closing his eyes and toeing off his shoes.

"Yeah," Dean said, then his smile faded as he thought about how many creatures
must be trying to pick up their trail even as they spoke. "I know. I'm just gettin'
tired of running all the damn time."

"You and me both, Dean," Sam said quietly, then glanced over at him. "But at
least we've got the Colt back, right? That's something in our favor, finally." He
snorted with a bitter smile as he looked up at the ceiling. "Now we just need to
know a little more about our main enemy, come up with some kind of plan to
defeat her, and we're good to go."

Dean laughed and looked over at the younger man. "Gee, is that all? You make
it sound so easy." He grinned at the soft laugh he pulled from Sam.

Both of them blinked and sat up as a loud knock sounded at the door. Sam rose
first and went over to look through the peephole. A smirk settled on his lips as he
opened it to reveal a less-than-pleased looking Ruby.

"Hey, that was fast, you bound by some kind of 30 minutes or it's free thing?"
Dean sneered, then got to his feet. "Aw, what happened to service with a smile?"

"Jackass," Ruby gave Dean a sidelong glare, then pushed her way into the room.
"She wasn't easy to find. She's definitely more than just a thief; she can use a lot
of the crap she steals, including wards to prevent others from using magic to find
her."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked, his skepticism apparent. "Then how'd you pull it off so
easy?"

"Simple, I stopped trying to track her, and tracked the powerful objects. She's
not half as smart as she likes to think she is," Ruby answered, she and Dean
sharing a chuckle. "She's holed up in a surprisingly modest neighborhood right
now, not much in the way of modern security," she handed Sam a piece of paper,
then tossed a black, leather-bound journal to Dean. "I doubt she's expecting you
to come after her considering what you just said, but I wouldn't put it past her to
try and alert the authorities to the fact that you're both still very much alive and
free once it's to her advantage. So now would be a good time to go have that
little talk, before she gets around to it." Ruby gave Sam a disdainful look, and
then shook her head. "Good luck with that, and try not to get yourself thrown in
jail this time."

Dean opened the journal she'd given him and rifled through the pages.
"Hey�what is all this?" His eyes widened as he took in lists of names, dates,
places, maps and even a few spells and diagrams. "You've started a journal for
us, all about her," he looked over at Ruby, impressed.

"Yeah well, Azazel's dead, which means your father's journal isn't much use to
you anymore. That was his obsession, and now it's over. You need to focus on
your own nemesis, don't you think?" she shrugged, meeting Dean's gaze with a
calm stare.

Dean tilted his head, lips parted, about to speak when Sam interrupted.

"Dean, let's pack up. I think we should move as far out of the area as we can
once we're done with Bela," he said, a strange smile on his face as he gazed
down at the piece of paper in his hand. "She's not far, it's kinda weird that she
holed up here, we nearly stumbled right on to her again."

"Yeah, almost as if she was trying to track you two this time," Ruby said,
narrowing her eyes at Sam. "Too much of a coincidence, don't you think?"

Both brothers looked over at her in alarm.

"What, you think she was following us?" Dean asked incredulously. "Why the
hell would she do that?"

"It doesn't matter," Sam said, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed.
"Ruby's right, it's too much of a coincidence. We have to assume she was
following us. Who knows, maybe she was trying to pin down our whereabouts,
steal what she could and then turn us in again."

"Or sell you out to yet another enemy, just like she did with Gordon. Only this
time, it will be a lot worse than one vampire coming after you," Ruby said,
folding her arms and leaning one shoulder against the wall. "You really need to
deal with her Sam, once and for all."

"Yeah�" Sam murmured, his eyes meeting hers.

"Whoa, hold on a minute," Dean glared at her, not at all liking the look passing
between Ruby and Sam. "We're not cold-blooded killers." Dean sighed, then
ran a hand through his hair and started to pace the room, clearly agitated. "If
she's already tracking us, she's probably using her talking board or something, to
find out what we're up to. She'd know we're coming for her before we even got
out the door, just like last time. Then we would end up in jail again, or worse�"

Sam clenched his fists, remembering with more than a little anger the clever trap
she'd lain for them before, ending with them getting caught by Henricksen.

"No she won't," Ruby said with a self-assured smile.

"How do you figure that?" Dean asked, green eyes narrowed slightly.

"Just a little something called a binding spell," the blond demon smirked at
Dean, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "All those magical objects she uses?
They're useless to her right now, she won't be able to find out what's happening
beyond the perimeter of her quaint little apartment." She looked over at Sam, her
expression sobering. "You two had better hurry. I've got a feeling it won't be
long before she decides to check up on you again, and starts to wonder why she's
not getting any answers."

Without another word the two men started packing their bags, neither of them
even noticing Ruby's abrupt departure.

It took them all of fifteen minutes to find Bela's new digs, and another ten to
reach her front door. They'd left the Impala a short distance away as the car
would just be too easily noticed, especially by her.

Sam stood to the left of the door, Dean to the right, the two brothers staring at
each other intently for several moments, the silent tension palpable in the narrow
hallway. Then they nodded to each other and moved as one, each man with one
raised leg delivering a firm kick to the heavy-looking wooden door.

With a snapping, splintering sound, the door swung open, crashing against the
wall. The two brothers strode in, guns drawn, to the sight of a very surprised
Bela staring up at them from the floor, where she was seated cross-legged in front
of an antique glass table, apparently trying to use her talking board.

"Well, well," she said quietly, eyes darting back and forth between them as Dean
forced the door closed, pressing it into place in the ruined frame while Sam strode
forward, gun pointed at her chest. "I wasn't expecting company." Her eyes
narrowed, her lips a thin line as she leaned back on the couch, hands sliding
along the cushions.

"Move one more inch toward that gun I know you're hiding," Sam growled,
stopping directly in front of her and raising his gun, pointing it at her face. "And
I will sink a bullet right between your eyes, you bitch."

Dean walked up behind him, his own gun held loosely at his side as he watched
the expressions flitting across Bela's face. A touch of fear, obviously surprise that
they'd gotten this close without her being ready for them, and perhaps even a bit
of grudging admiration, before her expression turned calculating. "Don't do it,
it'd be a shame to ruin that nice couch with brain and blood splatters," he said,
giving her a wry smile.

"Hm, I guess now would be a good time to apologize for taking your gun, and
getting you locked up, yes?" she said, tilting her head back and giving them a
cheeky smile. "It was nothing personal, I had a very legitimate reason for taking
it. As for Henricksen�I just needed you two out of the way for a little while."

"Yeah, for the rest of our lives more like," Dean growled, narrowing his eyes at
her. "Not that they would have been long lives, given what happened there. You
nearly got us killed, again!"

"I figured you'd be able to find your way out of jail; I know for a fact you've done
it before," Bela said with a smile, giving an exaggerated shrug as she
straightened her legs out in front of her, glancing down at the table. "As for you
nearly getting killed, well, I can't help it if you two have hordes of enemies, bad
timing, and rotten luck."

"I'd say the worst luck of all was running into you," Ruby said from her perch on
the arm of the recliner beside the couch.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked, slanting a look at her.

"Just making sure that this particular threat is finally out of the way,
permanently," the blond answered, rising to her feet and moving over beside Sam.
She gazed down at Bela, then closed her eyes for a moment.

Bela frowned up at the newcomer, wondering briefly how she'd gotten inside
without being seen, then she stiffened when the other woman opened her eyes,
revealing pitch black orbs. "Hm, acquired yourself a pet demon in lieu of the
gun, did you?" she asked smarmily. "Well, I can see now how you found me, I
knew you two wouldn't be able to do it on your own."

"Get up." Sam waved the gun, gesturing for her to rise, watching her carefully
as he stepped back.

Bela quirked a brow at him, then slowly got to her feet, scowling faintly as Dean
moved to one side, covering her with his gun as well. "What are you going to do,
shoot me? Surely we can talk about this." She raised her hands, tilting her head
and giving Sam a thoughtful look. "Trust me, I can see you're very serious about
wanting to never cross paths again, and right now that's looking like a good
idea."

"Oh, sure, we can talk," Sam gave her a tight smile. "Let's talk about why you're
following us. What are you after this time? You obviously didn't need the Colt
anymore, or you wouldn't have sold it off, and as far as I know, we don't have
any other powerful items that you'd be interested in, so what is it?"

"Or are you just keeping tabs on us until somebody offers you enough cash or a
nice enough item to tell them where we are?" Dean asked angrily, fingers
tightening around the gun still trained on her chest.

"Hm, I guess trying to claim I'm just hanging around to see if I can make things
up to you is out of the question, and I'm not the noble type, so championing for
justice for the old man wouldn't work either, would it?" She smirked, looking at
Sam, then Dean, before she switched her gaze to Ruby. "I see now how that poor
bugger died so violently. Although it seems a little strange you'd resort to a
trained monster to do your dirty work for you."

Ruby's eyes narrowed and she rose quickly, taking two steps forward before
Sam's arm shot out, halting her progress. She glared up at him, obsidian eyes
flashing, but stayed where she was.

"Oh, she is well trained, isn't she? Very nicely done," Bela goaded, taking
advantage of Sam's distraction to sit on the couch as her hand darted beneath the
cushion, fingers brushing the gun hidden there.

I t was Dean who surprised everyone, including himself, when he squeezed off a
shot, grazing her shoulder and sending Bela to the floor with a sharp cry of pain.
"I told you not to do it," he said shakily, eyes wide as he glanced around,
noticing Sam staring at him in shock while Ruby looked perversely pleased by this
turn of events.

"We'd better move this along, that shot will attract attention. Even I want to
know what she was up to now," Ruby said, walking over and grabbing Bela by
the hair, hauling the other woman to her feet and forcing her into the recliner
despite an almost whimpered protest. "It's pretty obvious she's stalling, trying to
hide something."

Sam nodded, hazel eyes narrowed as he strode over and jammed the gun under
her chin, forcing Bela's head up. "Why were you following us?"

"You really are psychotic, aren't you?" Bela hissed through the pain, one hand
clamped over her injured shoulder.

"If you don't start talking, you're going to see just how psychotic I can be," Sam
said darkly, looming over her, his expression harsh. "Tell us, otherwise this," he
poked at her injury, wrenching another stifled cry from her, "isn't the only injury
you'll end up with tonight."

"Fine, I guess the game really is up," she said, voice low and raspy. "That old
man wasn't the first of my recent clients to die, and have the last item I'd sold to
them disappear. I thought you two really had lost it, and were killing them off to
collect or take back things you needed. I had intended to track you down and
turn you in again, as you really were becoming bad for my business." Bela
paused and took a few deep breaths, leaning back in the chair, trying to get away
from the gun. She glared up at Sam as he merely moved around to her injured
side, keeping the gun touching the soft flesh just under her chin.

"So what changed?" Dean asked, moving up behind Ruby and glaring down at
Bela. "You probably had dozens of chances to do it, but you didn't. Why not?"

"Because a more lucrative opportunity presented itself," she admitted, not
meeting Dean's eyes.

Dean watched her silently, wondering why she suddenly turned her gaze to the
floor.

"What opportunity?" Sam whispered, his expression making it clear he already
knew the answer.

"I had a couple of�people, and I use the term very loosely, pay me a visit. They
had the same eyes as your little pet, and they wanted to make a deal. They offered
me several items, worth millions, and all I had to do in return was keep tabs on
you two, and let them know when you left Dean alone for any length of time."
Bela chanced a look at Sam, eyes widening a fraction at the rage that twisted his
features.

Sam stared down at her, feeling a familiar, blinding rage welling up within him.
Everything faded away except for Bela, and the sound of his own blood rushing
through his veins, heart pounding as her words echoed in his head. Anything
he'd felt toward her other than contempt, anger and loathing melted away,
leaving him with a sharp desire to hurt her for her willingness to hand Dean over
to those who would undoubtedly kill him. Now he felt he saw her for what she
truly was, and decided it was time she got what she deserved.

Dean sucked in a short, sharp breath. He thought back to the jail, where the first
demon had taken a gun and played fish in a barrel, though not with Sam, who
was supposed to be the threat, but with him. He'd been wondering why they'd
tried to kill him first, and this only compounded the mystery. Why did they want
him out of the way so badly?

"You�were going to sell my brother out to demons, for money?" Sam asked
quietly. "Do you have any idea�yeah, you probably do have an idea of what
they wanted, just like you did with Gordon," he said, voice still surprisingly mild
considering his frighteningly enraged expression.

"Well not just money, I do have a business to run, and now people are afraid to
deal with me, thinking that either myself or my objects are cursed-" Bela broke off
with a gasp as the chair suddenly was flung over onto its back, making her
grimace in pain as she was bounced out of it onto the floor. She looked up,
seeming confused, and maybe even a little frightened.

Dean looked up at Sam uneasily, knowing full well no one had touched the chair
to knock it over. His gaze moved to Ruby, who was staring at Sam intently.
"Sam�" he murmured, setting a hand gently on his brother's arm.

"If you're going to do it, make it quick and clean, Sam," Ruby said quietly.
"Take her out, and she can't tell them anything. Then we have to get out of here,
and you two better skip town. You'll be able to keep Dean safe, for a little while
at least."

For the first time, Bela began to really look afraid. She rose up onto one knee,
holding a hand up in a placating gesture. "Sam, I'm sorry, but we all know what
kind of creatures I was dealing with. I simply couldn't say no to them, they
wouldn't have taken kindly to my refusal." She managed to get up, hunched over
slightly as she still cupped a hand to her injured shoulder. "But believe me, I
would have warned you and Dean first, before I set them on his trail."

"Yeah, right, just like you warned us about Gordon," Sam said quietly, tilting his
head forward, some of his face cast in shadow. The effect made his eyes appear
black. "No, I don't believe it. Like I said before, you've double-crossed us for
the last time�"

Suddenly Bela's feet left the ground as she was hurled across the room, slamming
into the far wall hard enough to crack the smooth, off-white surface behind her.
Her eyes slid closed and a pained groan fell from her lips as her head lolled to
one side.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, eyes widening. He could do nothing but watch in horror
as Bela's arms stretched out to the sides, her legs pointing down. He realized she
looked as if she were being crucified. "What the hell are you doing?" He
grabbed Sam's arm, then cried out in surprise as he found himself pinned to the
nearest wall.

"You're wasting time, finish this and let's go!" Ruby snapped, but her voice
wavered, her eyes wide, expression uneasy as she walked over to stand beside
Sam. She narrowed her eyes as he seemed not to hear her, growling as she
attempted to get in front of him and force him to pay attention. "Sam you have
to-" Ruby gasped in surprise as she suddenly found herself joining Dean against
the wall.

They shared a shocked glance, then turned toward the far wall as Bela gave a
stuttering cry of pain, the sound of bones snapping making both of them flinch.
The two of them watched helplessly as pressure was put on her sides, snapping
her ribs, and Bela's last cry dissolved into sickening gurgling sounds as blood
spilled down her chin, one of the broken ribs obviously having punctured a lung.

"Sam," Dean said, voice hoarse with pain, fear, and emotions he couldn't even
put a name to as he stared at his brother, a sick feeling churning in his gut.
"Sammy, stop it, please�"

"No Dean, you know as well as I do that she has to be stopped," Sam said, voice
still deceptively soft, but chilling for its lack of emotion. He stepped forward,
stopping just in front of the wall before he gazed up at Bela. "I can't even bring
myself to feel the littlest bit bad, or guilty about doing this." He smiled faintly as
Bela's eyes opened a crack, the thief staring down at him with eyes glazed over in
pain and shock, her breathing labored, peppered with wet sounds from the blood
filling her airways.

"See, your actions have threatened our lives so many times. Hell, I killed Gordon
for less. I can't just let you go, not after hearing how you were willing to offer up
my brother to a bunch of demons," Sam murmured, tilting his head and stepping
back as a large drop of blood fell from Bela's chin, hitting the floor between his
feet. "Not to mention the fact that I can't even begin to imagine how many
innocent people have died as a direct result of your actions. How many items
have you taken out of the hands of people like us and sold off for a quick buck just
when they were about to be used to save lives? Hmm?"

He snarled up at her, his power pushing her against the wall even harder, more
cracks appearing behind her bruised and battered body. "You were so greedy,
you even sold off an item that could have saved your own life," he shook his head
slowly, turning away from her. "We've hunted a lot of things over the years, but
right now I think you're one of the most monstrous creatures I've ever seen."

Bela let out one short scream, then fell silent as her body was engulfed in flames.
At first the fire just surrounded her body, but seconds later it swept across the
wall, then the ceiling, making its way around the room with what seemed like a
hunger to consume everything in its path.

Dean and Ruby were suddenly released, falling to the floor and ending up in a
tangled heap. Ruby scrambled to her feet, watching Sam warily as he strode
toward the door. She glanced down at Dean, a frown on her face as she watched
him stare vacantly at Bela's burning body.

"Let's go," Sam said, his soft voice somehow carrying over the sound of the
flames that engulfed the room.

Sam's quiet command gave Ruby a start, and she reached down, grabbing Dean
by the arm and hauling him to his feet. "Come on, let's get out of here," she
said, getting angry when Dean didn't move. She stepped back and eyed Sam
apprehensively as he stalked over and seized his brother, half-dragging, half-carrying the older man out of the room and moving him forcefully toward the
stairs.

Dean wasn't aware of any of it, not Ruby, his brother or the heat and smoke that
surrounded them, not even the tears that streamed down his face as he continued
to brokenly whisper one word over and over. "Why?"

Dean looked down at the board he was holding, realizing that his knuckles had
turned white from gripping the edge so tightly. "I don't even remember this being
taken out of her apartment," he murmured, shaking his head slowly. With a sigh
he got up and set it back on the shelf, frowning when a drop of moisture landed on
the back of his hand. Bringing his hand up to his face, Dean was shocked to find a
trail running down his cheek. He wiped it away slowly, honestly surprised that he
was still even capable of tears.

Tbc�
Well, that was�startling. I probably just made the fantasies of a few of my fellow
Bela-haters come true *snickers*. I know you're wondering who's really the dark
one here, and why Dean's the one with the black eyes� patience, friends >:D
To those that know my usually sappy, sweet writing style, no, I can't tell you where
the hell all this is coming from�<<
Feedback is love, still a little worried about this darker fare�
JJ
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