HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Forty two.

After their time in the museum, Sam, Dean and Sierra walked to the Impala. Bela had left with the extremely drunken Gert to take her home. Sierra snickered at Sam's expression, looking amusedly at his horrified face.

They climbed into the car, Sierra in the back like usual. Sam ragged off his tie as he asked, "You got it, right? Tell me I didn't get groped all night by Mrs. Havisham for nothing."

"I got it..." Dean nodded, opening his jacket to get the item out before then frowning and looking back at his brother, "Mrs. Who?"

"Never mind. Just let me see it."

"This is better be worth it for that feo thing-" Sierra huffed, sitting forward to look at the hand, but then trailed off at the actual item that Dean unwrapped. It wasn't the hand. "You're fucking joking."

"What?" Sam furrowed his brows, looking between Dean and Sierra's uptight faces.

Dean held up the ship in the bottle that Sierra previously caught Bela looking at in the office. He clenched his jaw angrily, but also looked in disbelief, "I'm gonna kill her."

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Sierra was later sat down at the table again in the house with her feet up, rhythmically tapping the glass bottle with her claw loudly out of annoyance. Now she really didn't like Bela. But she still couldn't stop thinking about earlier.

"You know what, you're right. I'm not gonna kill her. I think slow torture's the way to go." Dean spoke up after standing near the dirty fireplace, then turning around to trail near the table.

"Dean, look, you gotta relax." Sam tried to calmly say, holding his hands up. He then glanced over to Sierra, who was growling under her breath. "You too, Sari."

"I am perfectly alright, Sam." She replied lowly. Sam gulped at how she didn't use her nickname for him like usual, indicating she definitely was pissed.

"Relax!" Dean loudly scoffed, "Oh yeah, yeah, I'll relax. I can't believe she got another one over on us!"

Sam was quiet for a moment, awkwardly looking up from his book, "You."

Dean slowly turned to his brother and Sierra stopped tapping the glass to also look, "What?"

"I...I mean, she got... one over... on you... not us."

Dean paused, his expression stiff as he flickered his eyes down to Sierra, who slowly dropped the glass onto the table to put her leather gloves back on, to ensure she wouldn't do anything. "Thank you! Sam. Very helpful."

Suddenly there was a rapid knocking at the door. Sierra rapidly lifted her head up, instantly catching the scent of Bela, which she had marked since seeing the 'vision-thing' back at the museum.

She shared a look with Dean, but before they said anything, Bela worriedly spoke through the door, "Hello? Could you open up?" Dean raised his brows, heading angrily to the door to open it with Sam and Sierra right behind him. All of them looked pissed at Bela. "Just let me explain."

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A short while later, Bela was sitting nervously. Dean leaned over her, angrily again, but also with an 'I knew it' expression. Sam leaned against the mantel with a serious bitch face and Sierra sat opposite the other woman with her usual stink eye.

"I sold it. I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed." Bela admitted to them. Dean furiously walked around her, making a shooting motion with his fingers.

"So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was...?" Sam questioned, tilting his head ever so slightly at her.

"I needed a cover. You were convenient."