HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Fifty six.

Season 3. Episode 12.

Jus in Bello.

MONUMENT, COLORADO.

Sierra checked under the bed for any sign of the Colt, but there was nothing. Dean looked in some drawers and Sam checked the safe, but it was nowhere to be seen. They thought they had finally caught up to Bela in her motel room, but she wasn't there. And no sign of the Colt either.

Sierra growled standing up. "Where the fuck is it?!" 

"Sari, calm down, we'll get it-" Sam tried to reassure, standing up from the creaking safe.

"Calm down?" She scoffed, heading to the pillows and threw them on the floor. "How am I supposed to calm down when that bitch has the weapon that could kill me? When I get my hands on her-"

"Sierra!" Sam snapped, "Breathe... now, are we sure this is even Bela's room?"

Dean turned around, holding up two wigs. "I'd say so." Suddenly, the phone rang and they all shared a look.

"I fucking bet you that's her, the smug puta." Sierra seethed, watching Dean answer the phone. A few seconds later, Dean rolled his eyes, it was definitely Bela. "I'm talking to her!" She grabbed the phone from him.

"Hello? Dean?" Bela spoke confusedly, Sierra could hear her car in the background.

"Sorry Bela, you're stuck talking to me." Sierra's voice laced with venom, swatting Dean's hand away to take the phone from her. "Where are you?"

"Two states away by now." Bela smugly replied.

"Where?" Sierra demanded, clenching her fist.

Bela fake-pouted and 'aw'ed', "Where have your little remarks gone? I miss them."

"We want it back, Bela. Now." Sierra firmly replied, squeezing the phone tightly. "No more games."

"Your little pistol, you mean? Oh, how I wonder why you're so much more desperate for it that Sam and Dean are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I do read, y'know. No wonder Dean calls you a puppy. How cute." Bela laughed a bit. "I know what you are. I know what you can do. Unfortunately for me you know my secret, hence why I'm staying as far as I possibly can from you and your filth."

Sierra wasn't threatened, she was amused. "Oh come on now, Bela. Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared of you." Bela's voice betrayed her statement. She grunted under her breath, continuing. "I'm the one with the Colt."

"Come back to the motel room then. Let's have a showdown, Texas cowboy style." Sierra laughed, then her voice went low. "You realise how many people are going to die if you do this? Not just you when I get my hands on you, by the way."

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?"

"I assume you've had a buyer lined up ever since you found out we had it. Or," Sierra continued, a smirk on her face as she whispered, "you're going to try and wriggle your way out of something. But news flash, it won't work. Take it from someone who knows."

A pause. "You know nothing about me."

"I know everything, Bela. I know that I'll stop you, or you're gonna come back begging for your life." Sam and Dean shot her a worried glance. She ignored it.

"Tough words for a girl who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, querida. Watch your back."