[Set in canonish, again. winchesterjerk is used with permission and love.]

“This is so you’re fault.”

Bela was wet. Bela was cold. Bela was seriously pissed off. Bela was clinging to a life preserver in the middle of frigid Lake Eerie and if Dean was even contemplating blaming this on her, the minute she had a dry gun in her hand she was going to shoot him ( Read more... )

[Set in Canonish. Figure somewhere in that nice long break between 308 and 309. winchesterjerk is used with permission and love.]

“ … What are you doing?”Bela looked up from the towel she was stretched out on legs kicking up gently behind her. She smirked back at him through her sunglasses, before reaching into her bag and handing him up a bottle of suntan ( Read more... )

Bela liked to believe that she wasn’t a killer, but having a ghost try and take her life for her parents had a way of rattling that belief.

The Christmas feast was probably the only thing she missed from her old life, and it was more for the food than the company.

[Set canon-ish. Ruby is bloodinmyear and used with permission from her mun who made a request for future Bela/Ruby fic with the prompt “truth.” … It kinda turned into past instead of future. Oops?]

“Illusion is the first of all pleasures.”“I’m almost curious as to what your game is ( Read more... )

[Set in canon-ish. Dean is fullonobiwan and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Dean/Bela future fic with the prompt “baseball cards.” Anyone else is an NPC. The tarot reading was taken from THIS website.]

“God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the ( Read more... )

Everyone was appropriately sympathetic at the funeral ( Read more... )

She wasn’t a murderer, at least not in intention ( Read more... )

In a flash, she saw the life she could have had and the person she could have been, and she suddenly craved, more than anything, the world she’d never have.

[Not binding on any canon muses mentioned herein.]

i.

She stares at the two headstones in front of her and wraps her arms around herself, wanting to disappear into herself. This isn’t what she wanted. She didn’t think that when she made the deal that they would wind up dead. She just wanted things to stopNow she is all alone ( Read more... )