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In which Bela is still a pain in the ass.
May. 31st, 2009 06:54 pm[Cowritten with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Bela = enjoythe_ride. Set after THIS and THIS.]
They really needed to pick better motels.
One would think that after years of being on the road, that they would know by now to choose a place with a little security, but they still managed to keep leaving themselves wide open for trouble. Then again, they were Winchesters. If they weren't in trouble, there was something horribly wrong. As she made her way around the room, assessing it quietly to herself, she wondered how long they were going to be out. She'd seen the same case that they did -- all it would take to take care of was a simple salt and burn. However, this seemed to be taking them forever and she was starting to get bored.
She was really only there to warn them. Ever since the Winchesters had managed to pull a rabbit out of their hat and save her from her deal, she'd kept her promise to leave them alone -- for the most part. There may have been a brief fling with Sam after the war for the Apocalypse, but in terms of her actually causing them any harm, she didn't. She just kept to herself and only popped in when she managed to come up with information for them. And this particular piece was a dozy.
Picking up one of Sam's books, she set herself down on the bed that she hoped was Sam's, before stretching her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. If they were going to take this long, she was at least going to occupy herself.
Alec stretched as he climbed out of the back seat of the Impala, working some more kinks out of his back. Then he flicked a bit of dirt at Dean. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you can always force me to do most of the digging."
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smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Bela = enjoythe_ride. Set after THIS and THIS.]They really needed to pick better motels.
One would think that after years of being on the road, that they would know by now to choose a place with a little security, but they still managed to keep leaving themselves wide open for trouble. Then again, they were Winchesters. If they weren't in trouble, there was something horribly wrong. As she made her way around the room, assessing it quietly to herself, she wondered how long they were going to be out. She'd seen the same case that they did -- all it would take to take care of was a simple salt and burn. However, this seemed to be taking them forever and she was starting to get bored.
She was really only there to warn them. Ever since the Winchesters had managed to pull a rabbit out of their hat and save her from her deal, she'd kept her promise to leave them alone -- for the most part. There may have been a brief fling with Sam after the war for the Apocalypse, but in terms of her actually causing them any harm, she didn't. She just kept to herself and only popped in when she managed to come up with information for them. And this particular piece was a dozy.
Picking up one of Sam's books, she set herself down on the bed that she hoped was Sam's, before stretching her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. If they were going to take this long, she was at least going to occupy herself.
Alec stretched as he climbed out of the back seat of the Impala, working some more kinks out of his back. Then he flicked a bit of dirt at Dean. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you can always force me to do most of the digging."
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