My Little Girl

Chapter 23

We stayed at Bobby's for a few more days. I won the prank war, like I told them I would, then we found a few cases. We had just finished a case where Dean was killed multiple times by a trickster who was forcing Sam and I to relive the same day over and over again just so we could get used to not having Dean around. Now, we are in Monument, Colorado looking for the Colt, which Bela stole from us. 

We rush into a bedroom, Dean shutting the door behind us. We search the room, each of us splitting up. I search the area around the bed, knowing Bela would want to keep the gun somewhere close to her in case she needed to grab it in the middle of the night. When I don't find anything, I turn to the boys.

"Any sign of it?" I ask them. 

"Nothing." They say in unison.

"Are you sure this is Bela's room?" Sam asks Dean, who holds up two wigs and shows them to us.

"I'd say so." He answers just before the phone rings. The three of us share a look before I reach to answer it. Dean walks over and picks it up before I can, making me huff and cross my arms in annoyance. I lean closer to attempt to hear the conversation. 

"Dean? Sweetie, are you there?" I hear Bela's unmistakable accent ask. 

"Where are you?" Dean asks her angrily. 

"Two states away by now." She answers. 

"Where?" He asks again, getting more aggravated by the second. 

"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it." She says, I can practically hear her smirk in her voice. I take the phone from Dean before he does something stupid. 

"We want it back, Bela... now." I demand. 

"Oh little Cinderella. How nice of you to join us!" She muses. I roll my eyes. 

"I'm not in the mood for games, Bela. Tell me where it is." I order. "I want it now." 

"Your little pistol, you mean?" She asks. "Sorry, I can't at the moment."

"You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" I ask her, trying to get her to see reason, knowing she wouldn't. 

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?" She asks me. 

"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder." I answer. There was a slight hesitation before she replies. 

"You know nothing about me." She tells me, a slight hint of hurt in her voice. 

"I know we're gonna stop you." I inform her. 

"Tough words for a little girl and two guys who can't even find me." 

"Oh, we'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because we have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down." I say. 

"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied." She tells me. I look at the guys in confusion. "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

Just then, the bursts open and police officers rush in, pointing guns at the three of us. I drop the phone and the three of us raise our hands above our heads.

"Hands in the air!" One officer yells. 

"Down on your knees." A second one commands. 

"Which one is it? Hands above our heads or down on our knees?" I mumble. 

"That bitch!" Dean says. 

"Turn around! Now!" The first officer yells. 

"You people need to make up your damn minds. You just told us to do three different things. Pick one!" I tell them. The second officer steps forward and turns me around, forcing me to my knees before pushing me to lie down on the floor, two other officers doing the same to Sam and Dean.