Chapter Forty Two

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"Relax

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"Relax. It's a shoulder hit. I can aim."

"I think your apartment would beg to differ"

On orders to literally not do anything besides sit in a chair, Dean and I hightail it to Queens

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On orders to literally not do anything besides sit in a chair, Dean and I hightail it to Queens. Bobby apparently has it on good authority that Bela owns a place in the city and that is where she's going to be. Hours later we're sat in the Impala across the street from a gated suburban high rise. Taped into security cameras that appear to be situated around every crevice of her lavish home, I mutter appreciatively "I hate her but Bela's got taste." Squinting closer as she walks around the house on the phone, I murmur "Cute shirt. Nice blue." When it becomes quiet I glance over to Dean who's staring at me with a judgmental look. Furrowing my eyebrows, I defensively state "What? She has a nice style. Sue me for noticing."

"As much as I adore the idea of you checking out another woman", Dean mocks, holding out his hand "Care to tell me what the security's like?"

Knowing the mag is full since I'd been unconsciously counting the bullets, I place it into Dean's outstretched hand "She's got a security alarm on her door and camera's everywhere. From the looks of it, she's tapped into the outer camera's inside her apartment so you gotta move quickly."

"I can deal with Bela", Dean brushes the concern off, snapping the mag into place "Can you disarm the alarm on door?"

Shrugging, I suggest "I can call Sam?" Receiving a disapproving look, I argue "What? Sam's answering his phone? All the boy has to do is press answer and speak."

Raising his eyebrows for a moment Dean seems to think about it before flippantly shrugging "How longs it going to take?"

"Since when do you want all the logistics?" I question Dean skeptically. Receiving another shrug, I suggest "Look I can go in with you. Two guns are always better than one."

This has Dean adamantly shaking his head. Rolling my eyes I pick up the phone and scroll for Sam's contact when Dean suggests "Why don't I just break the door in and deal with the aftermath when I get inside? She already knows I'm coming so what's the point?"

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