SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ LIFE SUCKS, GET A HELMET ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Jus In Belo )
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IN MONUMENT, COLORADO a door burst open — in walks Dean, Sam, and Allison, holding their own gun. They go their separate ways to find that the apartment was empty — Bela was no where in sight. They were looking for the Colt. "Any sight of it?" Dean asks.
"Nothing. Are you sure this is Bela's room?" Asks Sam.
"Positive." Allison nods. The phone begins to ring and she moves over to it and picks it up, placing it against her ear. "Allison? Sweetie, are you there?" Bela's voice filled her ears and she gritted her teeth, sending Sam and Dean a look.
"Where are you?"
"Two states away by now." Bela replies. Allison could feel her smirking from her side of the phone which made her grow even more angry. "Where?"
"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it."
"I want it back, Bela — now." Allison says as calmly as she could. "Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry. I cant at the moment."
"You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" Allison asks, poking her tongue through her jaw. "What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"
"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder." Allison says.
"You know nothing about me."
"I know that when I find you . . . you are gonna be six feet under." It took a minute for Bela to respond but when she did, she says, "Tough words for a gal who can't even find me."
"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down."
"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied," Bela says and it makes Allison's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions? Allison, I thought you knew me better than that."
Before she could respond, the door was kicked down and cops entered the room with guns pointed at them. "Hands in the air!" They shouted.
"That bitch." Dean says as they shove the three to the ground. "Sam and Dean Winchester, Bek Anderson, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning," a male officer says.
They turn their head to see who was entering the room, "It you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense." Allison mentally cursed herself placing her forehead against the floor of the room. "Hi, guys. It's been a while." Agent Hendrickson greeted.
