canon au } { post-912: sharp teeth

[enjoythe_ride]

[It takes a few days for Bela to drop Derek off and head back to meet up with Sam and Dean, and she winds up meeting them in St. Louis. She tracks him down at the local coffee shop, and approaches with a smile, happy to be back again.]

Sam: [ lifts eyes when she gets close and gives her a small smile as he removes one of his earbuds] Hey.

Bela: Hey. Dawn says hello.

Sam: How's she doing?

Bela: Well. Her boyfriend is being attacked and tattooed by shadow creatures, but I think that is pretty much ... standard as far as Beacon Hills is concerned.

Sam: Huh. I guess I'll e-mail her and see if I can help in any way with research on that. [because that will keep him from having to talk to Dean]

Bela: [hums softly as she sips her coffee] Don't you think you have your own problems to research?

Sam: Yeah, but I can always keep an eye out for things I may run across that would help her.

Bela: Fair enough, I suppose.

Sam: How about you? Drive go okay?

Bela: [she nods] No unexpected surprises.

Sam: That's good. You have dinner yet? [obvious he's sticking to small talk]

Bela: Not yet, no.

Sam: Are you hungry? [he's not, but he will move locations if she is]

Bela: I can probably get something from here. [and she's just watching him, trying to see how long he'll keep it up]

Sam: Okay. [he looks back at his screen] I'm trying to see if there are any more of those werewolf cult cells around that need to be dealt with and send word out to hunters in the area.

Bela: Getting ahead of things. Not a bad plan.

Sam: If word spreads that hunters took out one cell, it would put the others in danger. Better safe than sorry.

Bela: [nods in agreement]

Sam: [aaaaand has nothing else to say as he types away]

Bela: [and she's just going to sit there and stare at him, sipping her coffee while she waits]

Sam: [good for awhile, then the staring gets to him] What?

Bela: Nothing. I just think it's a lot of busy work.

Sam: Well, someone has to do it.

Bela: And the reason you're doing it in the middle of a crowded coffee shop instead of back at the motel?

Sam: Needed coffee and they have free wifi.

Bela: Mmmhmm.

Sam: You asked, I answered. [giving you the don't dig look]

Bela: [oh, but watch her do it anyway] Haven't you learned anything over the years about bottling things up until they explode?

Sam: Guess Cas was wrong about us being able to change. [staring at the computer again]

Bela: [and now she's annoyed] I've found, Sam, that there's little you can't do - when you actually want to do it. [meaning: you're being a brat. Get over it.]

Sam: [looks up pointedly and works jaw, then just licks his lips and refocuses on his screen]

Bela: [yeeeeeep. That's what she thought.]

Sam: [aaaaand he's putting back in the other earbud as a point that he's done with the conversation]

Bela: [eye roll. You'd think that one day she'd not be surprised by Winchesters behaving like children, but apparently not.]

Sam: [and she's dating the baby brother.]

Bela: [it's moments like this when it shows. But whatever, she can just sit here and play with her phone until he's ready to not sulk.]

Sam: [him not sulk.... hope you have a full charge on that battery, Bela]

Sam: [sipping his coffee, listening to his music, and he runs out of coffee and gets up to get a refill] Want something while I’m up?

Bela: [she shakes her head. She's fine.]

Sam: [just shrugs, closes his laptop and goes to get coffee. If she tries to open it, he password protected it. If she cracks it, he's researching Gadreel.]

Bela: [that all depends on how long the line is, but if it looks like he's going to be up there for a very long time, she will. And she knows his password - she cracked that a long time ago]

Sam: [its a Starbucks on the fringe of a metro area. always a long line. but he changed the password because of traveling with Dean again]

Bela: [annoying. but doable, it's not as though she hasn't done it before.]

Sam: [she'd basically find he's researching the angel's history, any relation with Metatron in ancient myths, and a notepad trying to track "possible habits"]

Bela: [mostly glances over it once before closing the computer and putting it back. Now annoyance isn't just at his attitude but that he's lying to her too.]

Sam: [comes back. He obviously had been watching but doesn't say anything. In fact he's also annoyed she did that.]

Bela: [yep. nope. not feeling bad about that at all.]

Sam: I'm probably going to be here a few more hours if you want to go back to the hotel and rest. You had a long drive and all.

Bela: [glances over at her coffee and shrugs] If you want me gone, just say so, Sam. [and she will be. Though not necessarily back to the hotel]

Sam: Well, if you're going to sit there and glare at me, spy on what I'm doing, and judge me, then yeah, I'd rather you go. if you want to get dinner or keep me company without the looks, then I'd love you to stay. But I don't need to deal with this right now.

Bela: I think when I'm being lied to, I have the right to be judgy. Or handled like I'm your brother, for that matter.

Sam: [looks off a second, keeping his anger barely in check because it's Bela. But his hands are really fisting up at his side]

Bela: You have something to say to me, say it. You don't want me around, tell me. But don't treat me like I don't know you better than that. Not after this long.

Sam: And I'm tired of being treated like I'm the villain to all of you. You're giving me attitude, Dean's treating me like shit and Cas treats me like a child. So I'm sorry I'm acting the way you're all treating me because that's apparently what you want me to be. [goes to pack his things up]

Bela: I give what I get, Sam. [and ... who are you talking to? Attitude was part of the package] But I've always been on your side, and you know that.

Sam: Oh, I know. But usually you're on your own side first, and right now that coincides with mine.

Bela: [her jaw sets at that, her eyes maintaining contact with his, but they go noticeably colder. She knows what he's doing, that he's angry with her, and maybe he has reason to be, but apparently no one is allowed to change right now. She nods once, before pushing away from the table and getting to her feet.] Actually, I'm not really sure it does. [so she's going to go]

Sam: [just nods, then keeps packing his stuff up because he is doing exactly what she thinks he is and pushing everyone away from him that he can]

Bela: [welp, she's going to let him do that. she's not in the mood to be a punching bag. But when she gets in her car, she's not going back to the hotel. Good luck tracking her down when he gets over it.]

Sam: [he actually stops to watch her go from the window and has his jaw set, but it accomplished what he needed to do. He thinks she's better off without him at this point]

Bela: [well, he's stupid.]

Sam: [very much so]

Bela: [Dean will tell him as much if he ever goes back to the motel, but Dean's opinion isn't worth that much at the moment]

Sam: [when he does get back, he's not even going to say anything to his brother, but go straight into taking a shower]

Dean: [and Dean will be confused as to why there is no brunette on his heels]

Sam: [finishes his shower and goes to look at the delivery menus on the table for something for dinner] You hungry?

Dean: [there is a joke to be made there, but he passes] Sure. [there's a beat] Bela eating too?

Sam: Nope.

Dean: She get a call for a gig or something?

Sam: Don't know. She said he plans don't really coincide with mine at the moment, so she took off.

Dean: [.... that doesn't sound copacetic.] That's it?

Sam: That's it. [isn't meeting his eye on that though] So food, what are you thinking?

Dean: [yeah, no he's not letting it go that easily. He and Sam may be on the outs and if he just let things with Bela crash and burn too, his brother is stupider than he thought.] Whatever. [another beat] That doesn't really sound like her. Well, new her, anyway.

Sam: [isn't really in a place where he cares for his brother's advice on anything but dinner. So he'll just turn and give Dean the look that he's going into territory he doesn't care for]

Dean: [... he did.] Damnit, Sam.

Sam: Fine, I'll go out and eat on my own. Find you later. [grabs his coat and goes to storm out]

Dean: [and he's just going to put himself right between the door and Sam] No, see this? This is something we get to talk about. Because if we're going to "work" together? I need to make sure you're not going to be idiotic about it.

Sam: My relationship with Bela has nothing to do with our working together. Now get out of my way.

Dean: The hell it doesn't. Now either she dumped you and your emotional and pissed which isn't exactly going to mean you're thinking clearly, or you dumped her, which is just friggin' stupid.

Sam: Get out of my way, Dean.

Dean: No. Because as your "partner" I want to know how badly you've screwed us.

Sam: Our partnership is just fine. The only thing making me not think clearly is due to me being hungry.

Dean: [Damnit, Sam] Her contacts are probably some of our best leads to finding Metatron. And we can't afford her, smartass.

Sam: Then you'll just have to learn how to ask her nicely for things.

Dean: [snorts] If she's pissed at you? She definitely won't.

Sam: Then we'll find another way.

Dean: So that's it. You're just going to burn that bridge, no doubts.

Sam: Can't have both, can I, if I'm doing this job. Someone once told me that. [goes to push his brother out of the way]

Dean: Yeah, well, that someone is an idiot and a jackass sometimes.

Sam: I agree. Doesn’t mean it isn't wrong.

Dean: Look, it doesn't work for everyone. But you and her? You were getting pretty damn close.

Sam: [he doesn't want to say that Bela doesn't need to be there when he dies. because Sam's pretty sure this is how it's all going to end] Well, doesn't matter now, does it.

Dean: [takes a breath] Not too late.

Sam: No, but it's the right choice and we both know it.

Dean: [his shoulders sag a bit, exhaling slowly as he does] Do we?

Sam: Yeah, we do. So, you coming to eat, or you on your own?

Dean: [exhales again before nodding] Yeah, I'm comin'.

Sam: [waits for Dean to get his jacket]

Dean: [does so and off they go]