[cl] 39. Superstition
[Set in an unnamed verse. onebadasslawman and notatightride used with permission and love. Dean, Sam and Jo aren’t binding on any muse. I don’t even know where this came from, but set in the same vein as THIS.]
“Marshall, we need to talk.”
She knew she wasn’t supposed to come to his job. Not unless it was an emergency, and there was a very strict guide as to what was an emergency and what wasn’t, but as far as Bela was concerned, this was very much an emergency. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen, especially considering where they were, but she should have figured eventually this would.
“Bela-what are you doing here?”
“Never mind what is she doing here, how the hell did she get in?”
Bela’s eyes only landed on the blond standing next to Marshall’s desk for a moment, before turning back to the person she was there to see. The ferrymen could fix this. He had to. He had to keep them from being found. She would lose her otherwise.
“I’m one of his witnesses,” Bela quipped quickly, before turning back to the man in front of her. “Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
Marshall glanced between her and the blond for a moment, before sighing heavily and getting up from his desk. “The conference room.” Bela could feel Mary’s eyes boring into her shoulders as she made her way into the conference room, trying not to seem so frazzled. She heard the door close behind her, and waited to turn around and face him until he spoke. “Alright. What’s the big emergency?”
“Dean Winchester is here. In Albuquerque.”
Marshall looked at her for a long moment, before holding out his hands in a frazzled gesture. “And?” Bela returned the look with a glare, before holding out her hands in front of her.
“What if he finds us? Last I remember he wanted to take my bloody head off, never mind the fact that he thinks all of us are supposed to be dead.”
“So that’s what you’re worried about? Dean coming and killing you for the things you’ve done to him? He just saved the world from an Apocalypse, I don’t think that killing you is going to be the first thing on his agenda.”
“An Apocalypse where he also lost his brother. A brother who you also happen to be hiding.”
“Don’t bring Sam into this. This isn’t about Sam.” Bela turned an accusatory eyebrow on him, and he just gave her one right back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “This is about her. Otherwise, you would have done the stupid thing and skipped town already.”
Bela grit her teeth, turning away from him again, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She wasn’t making this about Jo. She wasn’t. This was about her and Dean and everything that they had been through on their respective sides, and she didn’t want him compromising what she had here. She had a job, a life and she was happy for the first time in a long time, and she knew that the Winchesters had a way of making things complicated.
“You’re afraid that if Dean finds out she’s here, she’ll choose him. And you’ll be alone again.”
“Stop doing that,” she whispered softly. “Being in my head. It’s annoying.”
“I know. But sometimes you need it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders before turning her around to face him again. “It’s been over a year, Bela. She’s with you. I don’t think Dean passing through Albuquerque is going to change all that.”
“You underestimate the power of Dean Winchester,” she said softly, brushing a hand against the side of her face lightly, before pulling away from him a bit. “You might want to talk to Sam. If he finds out, he’s going to want to see him.”
“I figured as much.” He pulled out his phone, starting to go through the numbers as he did. “Do you know where Dean’s staying?”
“The Sea Breeze motel, just off Forty.” She ran a hand through her hair, starting to calm down a bit. She now felt a little silly, actually, which wasn’t a fun feeling, but at least she had done the rational thing for once, as oppose to the irrational. “I’m sorry for barging in like this, I just-”
“Panicked. I know.” He placed the phone to his ear. “I’ll talk to Sam. Go back to work, Bela.”
She nodded, and started to make her way out of the conference room and out the door. She could still feel the blond’s eyes on her, watching her like a hawk as she passed through the security doors to the elevator. The sounds of Marshall’s footsteps were behind her, and Bela just managed to catch the beginning of their conversation as the doors closed behind her.
“Since when do you have a witness named Bela?”
“May 8, 2008.”
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“Marshall, we need to talk.”
She knew she wasn’t supposed to come to his job. Not unless it was an emergency, and there was a very strict guide as to what was an emergency and what wasn’t, but as far as Bela was concerned, this was very much an emergency. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen, especially considering where they were, but she should have figured eventually this would.
“Bela-what are you doing here?”
“Never mind what is she doing here, how the hell did she get in?”
Bela’s eyes only landed on the blond standing next to Marshall’s desk for a moment, before turning back to the person she was there to see. The ferrymen could fix this. He had to. He had to keep them from being found. She would lose her otherwise.
“I’m one of his witnesses,” Bela quipped quickly, before turning back to the man in front of her. “Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
Marshall glanced between her and the blond for a moment, before sighing heavily and getting up from his desk. “The conference room.” Bela could feel Mary’s eyes boring into her shoulders as she made her way into the conference room, trying not to seem so frazzled. She heard the door close behind her, and waited to turn around and face him until he spoke. “Alright. What’s the big emergency?”
“Dean Winchester is here. In Albuquerque.”
Marshall looked at her for a long moment, before holding out his hands in a frazzled gesture. “And?” Bela returned the look with a glare, before holding out her hands in front of her.
“What if he finds us? Last I remember he wanted to take my bloody head off, never mind the fact that he thinks all of us are supposed to be dead.”
“So that’s what you’re worried about? Dean coming and killing you for the things you’ve done to him? He just saved the world from an Apocalypse, I don’t think that killing you is going to be the first thing on his agenda.”
“An Apocalypse where he also lost his brother. A brother who you also happen to be hiding.”
“Don’t bring Sam into this. This isn’t about Sam.” Bela turned an accusatory eyebrow on him, and he just gave her one right back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “This is about her. Otherwise, you would have done the stupid thing and skipped town already.”
Bela grit her teeth, turning away from him again, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She wasn’t making this about Jo. She wasn’t. This was about her and Dean and everything that they had been through on their respective sides, and she didn’t want him compromising what she had here. She had a job, a life and she was happy for the first time in a long time, and she knew that the Winchesters had a way of making things complicated.
“You’re afraid that if Dean finds out she’s here, she’ll choose him. And you’ll be alone again.”
“Stop doing that,” she whispered softly. “Being in my head. It’s annoying.”
“I know. But sometimes you need it.” He placed his hands on her shoulders before turning her around to face him again. “It’s been over a year, Bela. She’s with you. I don’t think Dean passing through Albuquerque is going to change all that.”
“You underestimate the power of Dean Winchester,” she said softly, brushing a hand against the side of her face lightly, before pulling away from him a bit. “You might want to talk to Sam. If he finds out, he’s going to want to see him.”
“I figured as much.” He pulled out his phone, starting to go through the numbers as he did. “Do you know where Dean’s staying?”
“The Sea Breeze motel, just off Forty.” She ran a hand through her hair, starting to calm down a bit. She now felt a little silly, actually, which wasn’t a fun feeling, but at least she had done the rational thing for once, as oppose to the irrational. “I’m sorry for barging in like this, I just-”
“Panicked. I know.” He placed the phone to his ear. “I’ll talk to Sam. Go back to work, Bela.”
She nodded, and started to make her way out of the conference room and out the door. She could still feel the blond’s eyes on her, watching her like a hawk as she passed through the security doors to the elevator. The sounds of Marshall’s footsteps were behind her, and Bela just managed to catch the beginning of their conversation as the doors closed behind her.
“Since when do you have a witness named Bela?”
“May 8, 2008.”
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