In which Bela is still a pain in the ass.
[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Dean = hasperkynipples. 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."
"What?" Dean said, giving him a grin as he brushed the dirt from his shirt. "Digging builds character. Besides, I've been digging up graves longer than you've been alive. You got a lot of catching up to do."
Sam just shook his head slightly before turning back to Alec. "I'd just get used to it, Alec. Dean is getting old. His back just isn't what it used to be."
Dean just tossed a look at his brother at that, before rolling his eyes. "Shut up, bitch."
"Jerk."
Alec raised an eyebrow at Sam. "And what's your excuse Bean Pole?"
"Hey, the damn thing almost dislocated my shoulder," Sam replied, rotating his arm as he continued to head towards the motel room. "I have to ice it when we get in -- " he paused for a minute, looking at the window to their room carefully for a moment, before turning back to them. "Did either of you leave the lights on in the room?"
Alec palmed the knife he kept on him now, in response. Maybe their paranoia was wearing of on him. Maybe he only liked to blame it on them, but still, he knew that they hadn't left it on.
Dean tensed slightly as well, his hand sliding into the pocket of his jacket for his gun. Pulling it out, he started to make his way towards the door, Sam at his back. He listened quietly at the door for a moment, before throwing the door open, then stumbling back, gun in the air, when he saw who it was. His hand came up to cover his eyes, and he groaned.
"Jesus Christ, woman. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Alec peered around the edge of the doorway like a child playing spy. "Does this mean we don't have to hide any bodies? I hate hiding bodies."
Bela looked up from the book she was reading, and her eyes drifted from the look on Dean's face, to his double, apparently, that was peering from around the corner. "Adorable, really," she replied, smirking in Alec's direction. "But we always manage to greet each other with a gun, Dean. You'd think you'd be used to it by now."
"Hey, Bela," Sam said with a bit of a smirk as he nudged his brother in ahead of him, going to get the ice for his shoulder. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough," Dean shot back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Bela looked at him for a moment, before glancing over towards Alec.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"
Dean rolled his eyes, before responding. "Alec, Thieving Bitch -- Thieving Bitch, Alec."
Alec stood up straight and made his way in. "Hi." He paused. "Got a shorter name?"
"Bela," she replied, looking him over carefully. "Bela Talbot."
He considers. "I'll stick with Bela. Bela Talbot is even longer than thieving bitch."
She smirked slightly at that, before Dean leveled her with a look. "What are you doing here, Bela?"
Bela glanced back at him, before sitting down on the edge of the bed again. "Just thought I'd let you know that I heard through the grapevine about a missing asset that someone is willing to give quite a bit of money for in order to get back, and the last time it was seen? It was with two men who happened to look a lot like you boys."
Alec, who had been planning to take a shower to wash off the grave dirt, paused while going through his bag for a millisecond. "How much money?" The smart ass mask was back in place. But he wasn't stupid and the figurative fur along his spine was standing up.
"Enough that it's leading me to think that the real payment is more along the lines of a bullet to the brain, rather than cash," she crossed her legs in front of her and looked over at him. "I've heard about dealings with this firm before -- they tend try and fly as far under the radar as possible."
"Ah, the old double tap bonus. That does take the fun out of things." He looked over at Sam and Dean to see if they had put it together yet. He figured they had but still, one should never assume.
Oh, they had. Dean was leaning back against the dresser on the far wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. "So what, you're not going to take it, but you're going to tip someone off who might? Maybe an old buddy who's not so much of a buddy anymore?"
"Dean, we do have a deal," she sighed. "This is just a warning. Barely even long enough to be considered a social call."
Alec bit his lip. Prowled the room, paused to look out the window, clearly thinking. Thinking hard. Eventually his thumb came up and he started gnawing on that a little still thinking.
Bela watched him out of the corner of her eye for a moment, before shaking her head. "Besides, I don't deal in people anyway."
Dean raised an eyebrow at that, before looking over at Sam. "Wow. There are morals in there."
Bela rolled her eyes. "I do have a heart on occasion. I am human, after all."
But Alec wasn't and that was part of what was off with this. "You also have a self preservation instinct. Were there any instructions or details with this job offer?"
"They wanted the asset intact. They didn't really give many details as to what it looked like, but when it comes to the government, an asset is either a person or a weapon. We barely even got a descriptions -- just a serial number."
"Oh sure, lay that on us."
She sighed slightly, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. It was a couple of minutes before she pulled up the message with details in it. "X5-331845739494."
"Hilarious." He didn't look amused.
"I'm sure," she replied, turning back to face him with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I don't know what you boys are into, but be careful. I have a feeling the only way this is going to end is messy."
"You hear of anyone you actually like trying to take the job tell them not to. It's a game. Mostly at least."
"Oh yeah," Dean nodded, giving Bela a look. "Because you're just so buddy-buddy with the other amoral thieves and bounty hunters."
Bela shot Dean a look right back, before looking over at Alec. "I'll do what I can, but most of them don't consult me when they're looking to find their next pay day. The best advice I can give you three is to lay low as best you can. If they can't find you, they can't finish the job."
He's quiet for a minute biting at his thumb. "They can't finish it anyway. But thanks for the heads up."
"It's what I'm here for," Bela replied, before picking up her bag and sliding it over her shoulder. "Now unless there's something else I can help you with -- ?"
"No, I think we're good," Sam nodded, before pushing himself up. "I'll walk you to your car."
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother on that one, before glancing back over his shoulder at Bela. "And, Bela? Next time, call first."
"And ruin the element of surprise?" she said with a grin, before turning on her heel. "Never."
Alec grinned at her. He might even agree with her idea of fun. To Dean he said. "She's kinda hot. For an older woman."
Bela and Sam disappeared out the door, before Dean turned back to Alec with a raised eyebrow. "She tried to kill us on more than one occasion."
"Doesn't mean she doesn't have a great ass. A great ass does not equal trust. Just a good rear view."
Dean actually laughed at that, before shaking his head. "Are you sure we're not related?"
"Honest? Not a clue. But what are the odds?"
"Don't know," Dean said with a shrug. Knowing his reputation when he was younger, he wouldn't rule it out. "There are just too many coincidences though."
"Yeah well if we want to look at it that way? I could be your brother or your son. Because no matter were my genes came from I came from a test tube. So, like, no guilt."
"Family's family, dude. Doesn't matter if it comes from a test tube, or by birth, or by chance -- doesn't matter. Can't have too much of it, in my opinion."
"Even if it brings nothing but trouble?" His gave shifted out the window to Bela and Sam. "Because this maybe a game, but the Colonel only plays hard ball."
"We're Winchesters, Alec," Dean said, watching him for a minute. "We never get anything but trouble. And I can guarantee that I've gone up against scarier people than your Colonel."
"He's seeing how far off the rails I've gone. He knows none of these people can touch me. Not even on my worst day." It wasn't bragging. He was stating a fact. Then he amended. "Well, no, not my worst day, but I think my idea of a bad day and everyone else's differs a bit."
"So he's not looking to catch you, he's just testing you?" Dean frowned. "Reminds me of another dick I know."
"Seeing how I deal with the problem. And how well." He finally turned back to Dean. "Oh?"
"There was this angel once, Zachariah. He was testing me or something trying to prove to me that I was where I was supposed to be. So he erased me and Sam's memory, gave us new identities, and dropped us into a middle of a hunt to see if we would instinctively get the job done, or just go on business as usual."
"Did you?"
"Yup," Dean nodded. "But, point is, guy turned around and tried to stab me in the back later, so I don't necessarily give what he did much weight."
Alec nodded. "He didn't tell any of them how to actually catch me. So I have four choices. Disable, kill, return to base or go to ground. And any choice that I pick will tell him something."
Dean paused for a minute. "How will he know if you do the first or last?"
"Or the second?" Let's not discount that one. "If I disable eventually a story will get around. If nothing else that the 'asset' is in fact walking and talking. The last. . .isn't my style. And no one would be able to find us, at least for a while. And the second, that all depends on how well I handle it. No matter what he learns a lot about either me or you and Sam."
Dean paused for a moment, rubbing his jaw lightly. "Me and Sam -- we know how to disappear. We know where we can lay low, who to trust, and when. Odds are, if the person who winds up taking the bait knows us, and knows Bela, he's probably following her, which means we gotta get out of here soon. He's also probably scouted out Mama's and figured out what's going down there, which means we need to find another Roadhouse. I know a few places we could head out to, but that's up to you and whether or not you want to go to ground or face this head on."
"Let me tell you what he learns. Break this all down." He sat on the end of the bed, and rested his elbows on his knees. "I disable or discourage it tells him I've either gone stupidly soft, lost my self preservation instinct, or somehow you really are running me. I kill who ever comes after me, I can do that one of two ways. Leave a body to find or leave nothing at all. If I leave a body it's because I want to make a point and leave a warning. He's also checking to see if it's ritualistic. If it is then I've lost my marbles like 493 and he's got a huge problem. If I just leave a body to make a discouraging point, well at least he's pinpointed me at least once. If there's no body, well he's got a huge problem because I don't want to go home." He looked up at Dean, bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "Return to base. . .well, I like my organs in their original container. So that's out. I go to ground. . .again if it's for any length of time, you're running the show. It isn't my style. I'd go fucking stir crazy. And if you really have control of me? Well, weapon in enemy hands." Alec, if nothing else knew his own mind and how it worked. And he had all this sorted out before Bela had even started to make her exit.
"We want to avoid killing people," Dean sighed slowly going through the options that were best and worst for the given situation. "We're legally dead, and we don't want to add more to our rap sheets, or alert them that we're alive in any way. Disabling them is the easiest, and me and Sam are known for calling in weapons charges on people in order to get them out of our way. We probably wouldn't let you go back anyway, and we have the option of going to ground, but if you'd rather stand and fight on this, we'll stand with you."
"I let people live we're gonna leave a trail a mile wide." He deliberately used I rather than we. They weren't killers. Not really. But Alec was. Especially if pushed into a corner. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "When he decides he wanted me back he'll send other X5's. And they won't think twice about offing you." He bent down, lacing his fingers behind his neck and staring down at the floor. "I don't know what to do." He sounded very much like a child suddenly.
Sam was back in the door at this point, and Dean glanced back at his brother, before moving over and placing his hand on Alec's shoulder gently. "We'll figure it out, okay? I say for right now, we disappear until we figure out who's stupid enough to respond to this, and how we can stop them without leaving too much of a trail."
"Or a very deep hole?" he nodded without looking up.
"That either," Dean nodded, before glancing over at Sam. "We can't go to the usual haunts this time around. If they're any good at their job, they'll know where to look."
"O'Brien's then?" Sam suggested, moving as he started packing up his stuff. "Think April's ready to forgive you for the last go round?"
"If she's not, I'm ready to beg," Dean replied with a smirk. "Or go to David behind her back -- either way."
Alec nodded again, stood and started to pack as well. When he was done he'd wipe the place for prints.
"What'd Bela say?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam as he grabbed his stuff, and Sam just gave his brother a look.
"Nothing you want to hear," Sam smirked back, before starting to bring some of his stuff out to the car.
Alec set his duffle and back pack by the door and started at the bathroom wiping things down, but it didn't take him long.
Dean and Sam finished loading the rest of their stuff into the car by the time he was finished, and were waiting by the car for him to come out. When he did, Dean was leaning against the hood of the car arms crossed in front of his chest, while Sam took care of checking them out.
"Sorry I brought this down on you guys."
Dean shook his head. "We've been in worse." He pushed himself up before letting his hands fall to his sides. "You sure you're okay with this for right now?"
"Yeah. It's breathing room." He opened the back door when he saw Sam heading towards them.
Dean nodded and made his way around to the driver's side and Sam slid into the passengers seat, getting them ready to drive away as quickly as possible.
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."
"What?" Dean said, giving him a grin as he brushed the dirt from his shirt. "Digging builds character. Besides, I've been digging up graves longer than you've been alive. You got a lot of catching up to do."
Sam just shook his head slightly before turning back to Alec. "I'd just get used to it, Alec. Dean is getting old. His back just isn't what it used to be."
Dean just tossed a look at his brother at that, before rolling his eyes. "Shut up, bitch."
"Jerk."
Alec raised an eyebrow at Sam. "And what's your excuse Bean Pole?"
"Hey, the damn thing almost dislocated my shoulder," Sam replied, rotating his arm as he continued to head towards the motel room. "I have to ice it when we get in -- " he paused for a minute, looking at the window to their room carefully for a moment, before turning back to them. "Did either of you leave the lights on in the room?"
Alec palmed the knife he kept on him now, in response. Maybe their paranoia was wearing of on him. Maybe he only liked to blame it on them, but still, he knew that they hadn't left it on.
Dean tensed slightly as well, his hand sliding into the pocket of his jacket for his gun. Pulling it out, he started to make his way towards the door, Sam at his back. He listened quietly at the door for a moment, before throwing the door open, then stumbling back, gun in the air, when he saw who it was. His hand came up to cover his eyes, and he groaned.
"Jesus Christ, woman. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Alec peered around the edge of the doorway like a child playing spy. "Does this mean we don't have to hide any bodies? I hate hiding bodies."
Bela looked up from the book she was reading, and her eyes drifted from the look on Dean's face, to his double, apparently, that was peering from around the corner. "Adorable, really," she replied, smirking in Alec's direction. "But we always manage to greet each other with a gun, Dean. You'd think you'd be used to it by now."
"Hey, Bela," Sam said with a bit of a smirk as he nudged his brother in ahead of him, going to get the ice for his shoulder. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough," Dean shot back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Bela looked at him for a moment, before glancing over towards Alec.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"
Dean rolled his eyes, before responding. "Alec, Thieving Bitch -- Thieving Bitch, Alec."
Alec stood up straight and made his way in. "Hi." He paused. "Got a shorter name?"
"Bela," she replied, looking him over carefully. "Bela Talbot."
He considers. "I'll stick with Bela. Bela Talbot is even longer than thieving bitch."
She smirked slightly at that, before Dean leveled her with a look. "What are you doing here, Bela?"
Bela glanced back at him, before sitting down on the edge of the bed again. "Just thought I'd let you know that I heard through the grapevine about a missing asset that someone is willing to give quite a bit of money for in order to get back, and the last time it was seen? It was with two men who happened to look a lot like you boys."
Alec, who had been planning to take a shower to wash off the grave dirt, paused while going through his bag for a millisecond. "How much money?" The smart ass mask was back in place. But he wasn't stupid and the figurative fur along his spine was standing up.
"Enough that it's leading me to think that the real payment is more along the lines of a bullet to the brain, rather than cash," she crossed her legs in front of her and looked over at him. "I've heard about dealings with this firm before -- they tend try and fly as far under the radar as possible."
"Ah, the old double tap bonus. That does take the fun out of things." He looked over at Sam and Dean to see if they had put it together yet. He figured they had but still, one should never assume.
Oh, they had. Dean was leaning back against the dresser on the far wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. "So what, you're not going to take it, but you're going to tip someone off who might? Maybe an old buddy who's not so much of a buddy anymore?"
"Dean, we do have a deal," she sighed. "This is just a warning. Barely even long enough to be considered a social call."
Alec bit his lip. Prowled the room, paused to look out the window, clearly thinking. Thinking hard. Eventually his thumb came up and he started gnawing on that a little still thinking.
Bela watched him out of the corner of her eye for a moment, before shaking her head. "Besides, I don't deal in people anyway."
Dean raised an eyebrow at that, before looking over at Sam. "Wow. There are morals in there."
Bela rolled her eyes. "I do have a heart on occasion. I am human, after all."
But Alec wasn't and that was part of what was off with this. "You also have a self preservation instinct. Were there any instructions or details with this job offer?"
"They wanted the asset intact. They didn't really give many details as to what it looked like, but when it comes to the government, an asset is either a person or a weapon. We barely even got a descriptions -- just a serial number."
"Oh sure, lay that on us."
She sighed slightly, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. It was a couple of minutes before she pulled up the message with details in it. "X5-331845739494."
"Hilarious." He didn't look amused.
"I'm sure," she replied, turning back to face him with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I don't know what you boys are into, but be careful. I have a feeling the only way this is going to end is messy."
"You hear of anyone you actually like trying to take the job tell them not to. It's a game. Mostly at least."
"Oh yeah," Dean nodded, giving Bela a look. "Because you're just so buddy-buddy with the other amoral thieves and bounty hunters."
Bela shot Dean a look right back, before looking over at Alec. "I'll do what I can, but most of them don't consult me when they're looking to find their next pay day. The best advice I can give you three is to lay low as best you can. If they can't find you, they can't finish the job."
He's quiet for a minute biting at his thumb. "They can't finish it anyway. But thanks for the heads up."
"It's what I'm here for," Bela replied, before picking up her bag and sliding it over her shoulder. "Now unless there's something else I can help you with -- ?"
"No, I think we're good," Sam nodded, before pushing himself up. "I'll walk you to your car."
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother on that one, before glancing back over his shoulder at Bela. "And, Bela? Next time, call first."
"And ruin the element of surprise?" she said with a grin, before turning on her heel. "Never."
Alec grinned at her. He might even agree with her idea of fun. To Dean he said. "She's kinda hot. For an older woman."
Bela and Sam disappeared out the door, before Dean turned back to Alec with a raised eyebrow. "She tried to kill us on more than one occasion."
"Doesn't mean she doesn't have a great ass. A great ass does not equal trust. Just a good rear view."
Dean actually laughed at that, before shaking his head. "Are you sure we're not related?"
"Honest? Not a clue. But what are the odds?"
"Don't know," Dean said with a shrug. Knowing his reputation when he was younger, he wouldn't rule it out. "There are just too many coincidences though."
"Yeah well if we want to look at it that way? I could be your brother or your son. Because no matter were my genes came from I came from a test tube. So, like, no guilt."
"Family's family, dude. Doesn't matter if it comes from a test tube, or by birth, or by chance -- doesn't matter. Can't have too much of it, in my opinion."
"Even if it brings nothing but trouble?" His gave shifted out the window to Bela and Sam. "Because this maybe a game, but the Colonel only plays hard ball."
"We're Winchesters, Alec," Dean said, watching him for a minute. "We never get anything but trouble. And I can guarantee that I've gone up against scarier people than your Colonel."
"He's seeing how far off the rails I've gone. He knows none of these people can touch me. Not even on my worst day." It wasn't bragging. He was stating a fact. Then he amended. "Well, no, not my worst day, but I think my idea of a bad day and everyone else's differs a bit."
"So he's not looking to catch you, he's just testing you?" Dean frowned. "Reminds me of another dick I know."
"Seeing how I deal with the problem. And how well." He finally turned back to Dean. "Oh?"
"There was this angel once, Zachariah. He was testing me or something trying to prove to me that I was where I was supposed to be. So he erased me and Sam's memory, gave us new identities, and dropped us into a middle of a hunt to see if we would instinctively get the job done, or just go on business as usual."
"Did you?"
"Yup," Dean nodded. "But, point is, guy turned around and tried to stab me in the back later, so I don't necessarily give what he did much weight."
Alec nodded. "He didn't tell any of them how to actually catch me. So I have four choices. Disable, kill, return to base or go to ground. And any choice that I pick will tell him something."
Dean paused for a minute. "How will he know if you do the first or last?"
"Or the second?" Let's not discount that one. "If I disable eventually a story will get around. If nothing else that the 'asset' is in fact walking and talking. The last. . .isn't my style. And no one would be able to find us, at least for a while. And the second, that all depends on how well I handle it. No matter what he learns a lot about either me or you and Sam."
Dean paused for a moment, rubbing his jaw lightly. "Me and Sam -- we know how to disappear. We know where we can lay low, who to trust, and when. Odds are, if the person who winds up taking the bait knows us, and knows Bela, he's probably following her, which means we gotta get out of here soon. He's also probably scouted out Mama's and figured out what's going down there, which means we need to find another Roadhouse. I know a few places we could head out to, but that's up to you and whether or not you want to go to ground or face this head on."
"Let me tell you what he learns. Break this all down." He sat on the end of the bed, and rested his elbows on his knees. "I disable or discourage it tells him I've either gone stupidly soft, lost my self preservation instinct, or somehow you really are running me. I kill who ever comes after me, I can do that one of two ways. Leave a body to find or leave nothing at all. If I leave a body it's because I want to make a point and leave a warning. He's also checking to see if it's ritualistic. If it is then I've lost my marbles like 493 and he's got a huge problem. If I just leave a body to make a discouraging point, well at least he's pinpointed me at least once. If there's no body, well he's got a huge problem because I don't want to go home." He looked up at Dean, bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "Return to base. . .well, I like my organs in their original container. So that's out. I go to ground. . .again if it's for any length of time, you're running the show. It isn't my style. I'd go fucking stir crazy. And if you really have control of me? Well, weapon in enemy hands." Alec, if nothing else knew his own mind and how it worked. And he had all this sorted out before Bela had even started to make her exit.
"We want to avoid killing people," Dean sighed slowly going through the options that were best and worst for the given situation. "We're legally dead, and we don't want to add more to our rap sheets, or alert them that we're alive in any way. Disabling them is the easiest, and me and Sam are known for calling in weapons charges on people in order to get them out of our way. We probably wouldn't let you go back anyway, and we have the option of going to ground, but if you'd rather stand and fight on this, we'll stand with you."
"I let people live we're gonna leave a trail a mile wide." He deliberately used I rather than we. They weren't killers. Not really. But Alec was. Especially if pushed into a corner. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "When he decides he wanted me back he'll send other X5's. And they won't think twice about offing you." He bent down, lacing his fingers behind his neck and staring down at the floor. "I don't know what to do." He sounded very much like a child suddenly.
Sam was back in the door at this point, and Dean glanced back at his brother, before moving over and placing his hand on Alec's shoulder gently. "We'll figure it out, okay? I say for right now, we disappear until we figure out who's stupid enough to respond to this, and how we can stop them without leaving too much of a trail."
"Or a very deep hole?" he nodded without looking up.
"That either," Dean nodded, before glancing over at Sam. "We can't go to the usual haunts this time around. If they're any good at their job, they'll know where to look."
"O'Brien's then?" Sam suggested, moving as he started packing up his stuff. "Think April's ready to forgive you for the last go round?"
"If she's not, I'm ready to beg," Dean replied with a smirk. "Or go to David behind her back -- either way."
Alec nodded again, stood and started to pack as well. When he was done he'd wipe the place for prints.
"What'd Bela say?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam as he grabbed his stuff, and Sam just gave his brother a look.
"Nothing you want to hear," Sam smirked back, before starting to bring some of his stuff out to the car.
Alec set his duffle and back pack by the door and started at the bathroom wiping things down, but it didn't take him long.
Dean and Sam finished loading the rest of their stuff into the car by the time he was finished, and were waiting by the car for him to come out. When he did, Dean was leaning against the hood of the car arms crossed in front of his chest, while Sam took care of checking them out.
"Sorry I brought this down on you guys."
Dean shook his head. "We've been in worse." He pushed himself up before letting his hands fall to his sides. "You sure you're okay with this for right now?"
"Yeah. It's breathing room." He opened the back door when he saw Sam heading towards them.
Dean nodded and made his way around to the driver's side and Sam slid into the passengers seat, getting them ready to drive away as quickly as possible.