The Angels & The Demons (Dean Winchester)

Chapter 1

"Just pack it all up and leave it at the bar tonight."

"I'm throwing all that shit in the garbage bitch"

Another night of fighting with this dick head. Over and over again. She was tired of it, she just wanted to get rid of the gum on the bottom of her shoe. No better yet, the shit her dog took this afternoon. It wasnt worth fighting anymore. Bella shook her head and sighed heavily as she started to zone in on him cursing her out.

She cut him off, "Jax, just leave my stuff and,"

The line went dead. She gave a small grunt before tucking her phone in her back pocket. Not her issue anymore. Bella blew a kiss to the lazy doberman on her couch before making her way out the door to work.

*****

"It's not common for a close to healthy 30 year olds heart to... explode."

"Would you say it's a massive heart attack or something along those lines?"

The doctor turned to Sam. "No. Honestly, he was just unlucky for all we know."

Dean watched as the doctor pulled the cover back over Jax's body. "Thank you Doctor." Him and Sam proceeded to leave.

Heading to the impala Sam shuffled the folders from one hand. "It doesn't sound right. No marks, no signs of demons in the town. Nothing."

Sam turned to his older brother as they both opened the car doors in sync. "What if its just an unlucky guy?"

They both got in the car. Dean turned to Sam with a dull look.

"Well we could try to contact the last person who's seen him. You pulled up his phone records?"

"Yeah. He had a few phone calls, including the last one he had with a women who I traced back to a bartender downtown."

"Alright lets go." Dean turned the engine and took off down the street.

*****

"Thanks love, see you soon."

Bella tucked the five dollar bill in her pocket before wiping down the bar. She turned around to place the glass in the washer.

"Arabella?"

Bella's eyes lashed up to the person who called her not just by her first name, her full first name. "Yes?"

Dean walked up with Sam right behind. "I'm Agent Tandy and this is Agent Lynne." He said as they both flipped out and flipped back their IDs. "We'd like to talk about a mister Jax Lipmen."

"Wouldn't think you two are in the band Electirc Light Orchestra now can I?"

Dean gave a chuckle. "I guess someone knows their music"

Bella gave a smirk. "I know a bit. Please sit"

Both men sat at the bar looking out of place in suits amongst the biker, rock and rebel attire. Bella prepped and placed two glasses of water in front of them.

"I'll have a beer" Dean stated.

"Alright then." Bella had retrieved and opened a beer. "What about Jax you need to know?"

Sam leaned forward. "You was the last person in his recent calls list and we,"

"Doubt it" Bella cut him off. "He was a cheater, straight off the bat. Might have deleted the other numbers."

"Well, other numbers were on the list, but your name was last. Have you heard from him lately besides that time?"

Bella placed her hands behind her on the bar counter and leaned back with a glare. "Nope. Last time we spoke was on the phone two days ago. He hung up on me like the bitch he is."

"Why'd he hang up on you?" Dean asked.

"We broke up. I told him to bring me my stuff here and he had a temper tantrum."

"And what did you do after?" Sam questioned.

"Came to work."

"Was he acting different in the past few days?"

"Nope. Same bitch ass since day one."

Sam made a straight face. "Alright."

Bella looked out the corner of her eye to see Dean taking a swig of his beer and glancing across her body.

She glanced her stare to Sam. "He lied and cheated and I don't have time or feelings for that." She made a face. "What is he in jail or something?"

"He's dead." Dean almost said happily.

A blank stare came across her face. It took her a few seconds to register her thoughts.

"Is there anything else I can get you guys?"

"No thats all. Thank you Arabella." Sam stood up.

"Bella."

"Bella." Dean said letting it roll gently off his lips. They both left that bar leaving her there to process that her asshole of an ex is.... dead. Maybe she took it too far and didn't mean to. But who cared, she was finally free.

*****

"So she could be that crazy ex girlfriend who made some voodoo or something."

"I don't know Sam, she seems,"

"Hot?" Sam cut him off.

Dean bluffed. "What? No, just. I don't know!"

They both got in the car. The engine turned and they drove back to the motel.

"Can you not be a dog for once and just take it serious. For all we know she can be a demon or a psycho killer." Sam said tossing his suit jacket in the backseat.

"Explain to me how a mans heart explodes in his own chest with no cuts or marks on him? Makes no sense."

"I don't know Dean. We've seen and heard just about everything, who knows. I just feel like somethings wrong."

Dean gripped the steering wheel with both hands. "Well if you feel so uneasy I'll do some research."

The engine of the 67 Chevy Impala roared down the road.

*****

"Pullin' an all nighted Bella." A usually bar attender spoke.

"Managers don't get days off Ace." Bella said with a laugh. She placed 2 wine glasses in the top rack before tossing the shaker in the sink. She turned around and nearly jumped.

"Bella..."

Bella stared at Dean sitting there in his causal opened button down with a blue shirt. Probably jeans on, she doubted a detective would wear suit pants like its normal clothes... To a bar.

"Bella...?" She repeated him.

"Bella... Your last name. All I know is your whole first name is really Arabella."

"Aren't you the government? You should know me more then I know myself."

"We'll I'm not in my monkey suit, so Im not playing detective right now. However, I am in my bar clothes and I would like a beer so we both can play the 50 questions game." He gave that stomach dropping smile.

She couldn't help but smile and do as he said. Handing him the beer she leaned on the bar towards him. "Lexington."

Dean smiled. "This is going to be a little fun."