Like Fire & Fury || Dean Winchester

29. Lilith.

*Cover gif from google* 

*Dean POV* 

"Are you sure this is her room?" 

"Yes, Sam, I'm sure." 

"I'm just saying, Dean, it's not the first time you've been wrong." 

"I'm gonna ignore that comment because I'm a little busy right now." 

Riley rolled her eyes and barged between the two brothers. 

"Will you two idiots just shut up and focus!" Riley hissed. 

Dean glared at Sam and unlocked the door to Bela's motel room. As he stood up, he shot Sam a triumphant grin, making Riley roll her eyes again. She pushed past them, opened the door and lead the brothers inside. Riley looked around the empty room before turning to Sam and Dean. 

"Well, if she was here, she isn't now," Riley sighed. 

"I can see that," Dean rolled his eyes. "But she was definitely here." 

"Or, you got it wrong," Sam said, raising a brow. 

Dean glared at his brother again. Suddenly the motel phone started ringing and Dean slowly picked it up. 

"Hello?" 

"Did you really think you could outsmart me?" Bela's voice taunted him. 

"Bela." 

"That's right. I'm long gone now, sweetheart. In fact, I'm already two states away from you."

"You got lucky," Dean growled. 

"Hell of a lot luckier than you idiots." Dean could practically hear the smirk through the phone. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Enjoy prison." 

With that the line went dead. Dean slammed the phone down and ran a hand through his hair. 

"What did she say?" Riley asked. 

"She beat us, again," Dean sighed. "Last thing she said was enjoy prison." 

"Enjoy prison?" Sam scrunched his brows together in confusion. 

Dean nodded his head. He had no idea what Bela was talking about but he was officially worried. As much as he hated to admit it, Bela was smart, and she'd once again outsmarted them. Suddenly they heard yelling and footsteps thundering down the corridor. 

"What the hell?" Riley mumbled. 

However, before they could say another word, the door crashed open, and a group of armed police officers swarmed into the room led by Special Agent Viktor Henriksen. Sam, Dean, and Riley were placed in handcuffs and escorted out the room and into a police car. 

They arrived at the local sheriff station, and the three of them were placed into a holding cell. Dean leant against the bars as Agent Henriksen marched around the room, shouting orders and ensuring that the tiny prison was fully equipped to hold the Winchesters, making sure they couldn't escape. Suddenly, Henriksen walked over to them, and Dean sat on the bed beside Sam. 

"I just got off the phone with Steven Groves, you know who that is?" Henriksen smirked. 

"The tooth fairy?" Riley said sarcastically. Dean snorted a laugh. 

"He's the FBI Deputy Director," Henriksen glared. 

"His mother must be so proud," Dean nodded. 

"His instructions are to send a chopper to expedite you all," Henriksen said, ignoring Dean's comment.