As I promised before, this is the last chapter.

So, no extra words! Just enjoy :)) And tell me what you think :)

Chapter 7

Oh, God, rushed through Dean's mind although it obviously had nothing to do with God. Not at all, quite on contrary. But, being caught by surprise, he just suddenly forgot everything he could have said in a situation like this. Hell, he could not imagine a situation like this even in his worst nightmare!

"Knew you'd show up some day," Bobby nodded, satisfied that his assumption turned out to be true. "How could you not?"

Bela froze to the spot.

It was so strange, so weird… No matter what she was seeing - thank God she was not seeing Bobby's face like Dean and Sam, otherwise she doubted she would be able to look at him ever again! – Bela still heard his voice in her head; saw his eyes looking at her. And she was no longer Bela Talbot, a successful, independent and pretty much fearless young woman who used to think that the whole world belonged to her. These eyes were making her a little girl once again. And once again, as many years ago, she wanted to cower and crawl somewhere, where no one would be able to find her. She was weak and vulnerable just like then under this resentful gaze.

"Don't look at him!" Dean jerked Bela away and made her move behind his back, the Colt pointed right at Bobby, or whoever he was, though Dean knew that it was not bloody likely he would pull the trigger. Ever! It was Bobby, for God sake! Somewhere there was his friend, the one who still could be saved… probably. "And you," he waved his gun a little, as if shooing the demon away, "you mind your own business and stay away from her."

"I've been waiting for you, Abby. I knew it wasn't a bloody car accident back then," Bobby continued while looking at Bela over Dean's shoulder. The Colt did not impress him at all – like he knew about Dean's thoughts, - and although he could not cross the line drawn by Sam he wasn't about to leave either. "It was your fault, like it was always your fault. You have always been a very bad girl, spoilt girl." And he gave out a short laugh, more even a sharp bark.

"Damn, it!" Dean muttered. It was smart, he had to admit. Cruel, yes, but still smart. "Sammy!" He called out loud not taking his eyes away from… whatever Bobby Singer was at the moment.

"What?"

"We've got a problem here."

"Really? No kidding? And I thought we've got at least one hundred problems."

"Oh, this one is a real pain in the ass, believe me. So, drop whatever you're occupying yourself with and come here with holy water and stuff. Now!"

Out of the corner of his eye Dean saw Sam turn his head in their direction, that pale stain which was his face against that blackness all around them. Sam quickly said something to Ruby and then ran to Dean and Bela, a gun pointed at the figure he obviously did not recognize because he could not see Bobby's face from where they were standing.

"Be careful," Dean warned him when Sam came closer.

"I've got Ruby's knife," Sam told him.

"No! No, we… we need to try to exorcise him. To get that son of a bitch out of him…"

"Out of…" he started and that was that very moment when he finally saw the familiar profile and a trademark beard, and not so familiar smirk, too, and froze to the spot. "Jesus," Sam muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, we could use his help, too," Dean agreed.

"It's Bobby…"

"Just like I told you. Where's Ruby?"

It was easy to pretend that Dean's words about Bobby were just a bad joke until Sam saw him with his own eyes. That kind of turned the whole world upside down.

"She can't come anywhere close unless we break the circle," he replied automatically, kept on staring at Bobby, eyes open wide. "She's still a demon."

"And how could he?" Dean waved his head at Bobby.

"No idea. Ask him if you want."

"Doesn't matter! Just do it fast, okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, yeah… right. Stay where you are."

Sam took out a cross on a silver chain and a flask with holy water from his pocket. Eyes never leaving Bobby's face, he started to read the spell words in Latin.

At the first sound of them Bobby turned to Sam with a vexed growl. His eyes narrowed in outrage as he clenched his fists and started to move in the young man's direction. Sam made several steps back, careful not to erase the symbols on the ground as the demon seemed to be avoiding them. Although he still wondered in the back of his mind why they did not hold Bobby away like the others and, apparently, Ruby.

Dean was turning on the spot, too, following Sam with an intense gaze and ready to send to hell any warnings if there appeared any threat to his brother.

The more Sam read, the slower Bobby moved towards him. They had barely made half a circle around Dean and Bela when Bobby stopped in his tracks, and so did Sam. And that was his mistake because the next moment Bobby suddenly jumped at him with an angry grumble. Being caught by surprise Sam stumbled and lost his balance, and stopped speaking, too.

Dean's reaction was fast. The same moment when Sam was attacked he crossed the borderline of the circle and rushed forward towards Bobby.

Yet Bobby was faster than that, either because of his years of experience, or because of his new demonic abilities. Anyway, Dean barely managed to make a couple of steps when Bobby sent him flying backwards with a strong punch in a jaw, something Dean didn't quite expect. The Colt fell out of his hands and after a short fly landed right at Bela's feet that very moment when Dean himself landed onto the ground with a painful moan.

"No!" Sam shouted and jumped up to his feet.

But Bobby was obviously expecting something like this. He pushed Sam hard into the chest and sent him back to the ground once again; the cross and the flask lay now at least ten feet away from him, far beyond the reach of his hand.

"Back away from him!" A cold voice ordered.

Bobby paused and turned slowly, lips stretched into a broad smirk.

Bela stood at the very borderline of the circle, yet not keen on crossing it, the Colt clutched strongly in her hands and pointed straight into the demon's head. Eyes cold and firm as steel, and a finger on the trigger. Out of the corner of her eye Bela saw Dean trying to get to his feet and suppressed the wish to sigh with relief as Bobby's blow, by the looks of it, could have been fatal. Still, she never turned away from Bobby catching his ever breath, every move.

"You're not going to kill your old friend," he said, one hundred per cent sure of himself.

"Oh, believe me, I am," Bela disagreed immediately with a chuckle. "I am not as sentimental as they are," she waved her head slightly towards the brothers. "You, of all people, should know better. Had it been somebody else in an old friend's body I would probably think twice. And yet again the key word is probably, but you…" her voice was breaking with emotions but she managed to keep it firm, years of pretense perfected that skill. Besides, the weight of the Colt in her hands made Bela feel almost undefeatable. "I guess you have never had any idea of how many times I wanted to do it, to cause you as much pain as you did to me. It could be my second chance."

"No, Bela! Don't!" Dean shouted but neither Bela, nor Bobby seemed to hear.

"You have always been weak, Abby," Bobby sighed with disappointment mixed with disgust. "That's why you've never been worthy of anything better than you had!"

"Oh, you'd be surprised how terribly wrong you are," Bela gave him his best brilliant smile, eyes cold as ice. The single thought of being able to put a bullet right between her torturer's eyes made the conversation almost pleasant. "Just remember that I used to do some things you never expected me to in the past."

"So, I was right after all," he hissed at her. "You did it! It was you who killed us, little bitch! You deserve going to Hell after all!"

"Really?" She cocked her head to one side, voice sounded mockingly now. "Well, you know what? Sending you there ten years ago worth following you now myself, Daddy."

Too occupied with their dialog, none of them noticed Dean and Sam who were now closing in on Bobby from two different sides, a cross and a flask with holy water back in Sam's hands, alongside with a painful grimace on his face as he held on to his right shoulder.

The moment they were close enough they suddenly jumped forward and caught on to Bobby's hands. He struggled severely but the factor of unexpectedness played its role – even assuming that physically demon-Bobby was much stronger than human Dean, the elder Winchester still managed to grab Bobby's arms behind his back and hold him like that long enough for Sam to finish the ritual.

When the black fog came out of Bobby's mouth accompanied by a scream full of pain and Bobby fell to his side, obviously unconscious, Dean sighed with relief and let himself relax as well. Still, he checked on Bobby's pulse before he turned to Sam, breathing heavily from that enormous tension.

"You okay?" He asked and tapped Sam on the shoulder.

Sam's eyes full of disbelief and confusion were still on Bobby's still form. It was just almost impossible to believe in what he was seeing with his own eyes. Add to this that weird conversation between him and Bela where he could only understand separate words but not the whole meaning, and that would be more than enough to send his head spinning.

"Yeah, right, fine… just… Bobby? Why? I don't get it, it's too impossible and crazy and…" his voice faded away and he only shook his head.

"Too much to explain."

"Dean," Sam waved his head at Bela who was still standing motionless with the Colt pointed at absolutely harmless Bobby.

"Right, check on him, okay?"

Dean made sure that both Sam and Bobby were as much all right as they could only be – aside from Sam's injured shoulder and a bump on Bobby's head - and hurried up to Bela, thinking about an urgent need to take an aspirin, or Tylenol, or something along the way. Bobby had always been strong so it was just a matter of pure luck that he didn't break Dean's jaw with his punch, though it could still result in some kind of concussion, which was the last thing Dean wanted to think about at the moment.

"What the…" he heard Bobby grumble behind his back. Thank God he was alive! "What's going on? Sam?"

"Hey, it's okay, it's me," Dean came up to her. "It's over now, you're safe." His voice was soft and soothing. "Give me that." Carefully he lowered her arms, took the Colt from Bela's grip, checked on it and then grabbed her with his free hand and pulled her to him before he even realized what he was doing. "It's just Bobby there and no one else."

She let out a long sigh into his chest and let Dean hold on to her for a while, her stiff form became somehow limp. God, it was one of the most horrible moments in her life, Bela thought. What could possibly be worse than a nightmare come true? The worst nightmare that came true once again when you least expected it, she knew it for sure now.

"What the hell is this all about?" Bobby asked looking around with genuine surprise.

He had vague memories of what he was doing over the last couple of days – alongside with a terrible headache the source if which was still to be discovered, - remembered even attacking Dean in the hallway of his house, but at the same time it felt pretty weird as if these were someone else's memories. Creepy, really… And the crossroads, and Bela… Bela? What on Earth she was doing here… with … was that Dean? Gosh, he definitely missed something really big!

Sam threw a quick glance at his watch and then another one, over his shoulder, at Ruby.

"I'll explain everything later," he promised quickly. "But now there is something urgent to be done and I really need your help, Bobby." Bobby nodded. "Dean! You cross that line again and I swear to God I'll kill you myself," Sam warned him.

"A simple thank you for saving my ass would be enough, Sammy," Dean echoed.

"Sit tight!"

"Okay, got it!" He looked down at Bela. "You got it?" She nodded. "We got it!" And added in a mumble. "Now we're really gonna have a freaking party."

"Dean, look," Bela touched his hand and then poked her finger somewhere to the right.

Dean turned his head in that direction.

"Lilith," he whispered.

--

A beautiful little girl, not more than 10 or 11 years old, in a white flimsy dress and with a bright pink ribbon in her hair that looked too much out of place, all angel and innocence, was a remarkable spot among the dark forms of other demons around her. In contrast with them she looked like she was shining from inside. Still, it was eerie. Her face was serious and determined, which would definitely seem cute had it been any other ordinary child.

Dean gave a quick glance to Sam to make sure that the three of them spotted Lilith, too. They did.

"Okay," Dean drawled. "Let the show begin. One direct shot right in her pretty little head and…" He drew the gun.

But that very moment when Dean was about to pull the trigger something strange happened. A terrible and severe wind started to blow all around them. It was so strong that age-long trees were bending under its howling blasts as if they were not thicker than the rods. It was so unexpected like someone invisible was waiting for a special moment to turn the handle and switch that hurricane on.

Even stranger was that the wind appeared to blow only outside the circle where Dean and Bela stood, both frozen to the spot, not inside it. The air around the two of them was motionless and still, like there was a bell glass over them. They could perfectly see everything around and yet stayed away from it.

Chill ran down Dean's spine and he caught his breath unwillingly. He could see the wind nearly tearing Sam's jacket off of him. Bobby's baseball hat was long taken away by the wind and disappeared in the sky. Bobby himself grabbed on the nearest tree with one hand to stay on his feet, the other one was seizing Sam's jacket tight. Ruby held on to Sam's arm with her both hands, otherwise she would most likely follow the damn hat with that slender build of hers. The dust, and leaves, and dry grass were rising from the ground in small whirls making the visibility very low.

"Sammy!" Dean called out loud but the sound of his voice was somehow muffled as if whatever shield surrounded him and Bela consumed it. "What the hell is going on?"

"No idea!" Sam's voice was barely audible like he was speaking not from the distance of twenty feet but from the neighboring state at least. "But we're fine… sort of." He noticed the mystery of the circle, too, and frowned, puzzled by that phenomenon. "Don't move… um… just in case."

"Okay! Just hold on you there!" Dean shouted in response. "Figuratively speaking," he added softer. He could barely see Lilith now… Damn, he could hardly hear his own voice! "If this is another trick on that little bitch I swear her death will not be quick and painless."

"Do you think she's causing this all?" Sam asked Bobby doing his best to shout down that terrible howling around them.

"Dunno, but the good news is that your mojo stuff seems to work."

"Great," Sam mumbled brushing away his hair from the eyes; the wind became even stronger, if it was possible. "Now we just gonna need to find out what to do next before we all became Gone with the wind."

Dean could not help but sigh with relief when among the howling of the wind and cracking of the trees he heard three sharp bangs – Bobby, Sam and Ruby were now safe, as safe as they could be, inside of the Impala.

He leveled his gun but lowered it almost immediately with an irritated growl – after turning several times on the spot when the wind had just started Dean could not say where Lilith was standing. Everything was black around them now and Lilith's white dress was no longer an indication of her position. If she was still standing somewhere there at all, which he seriously doubted. These cheap special effects ruined everything!

Anger rose inside of him. He should have shoot her right away without waiting an extra second, should have finished everything long ago! But the smart bitch was fast enough to save her ass. Again!

"Damn it!" Dean snarled and wished he could have something to punch to let his fury out. A baseball bat and a couple of demons would do at the moment! Instead he just squeezed the Colt's hilt tighter.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Bela whispered, and suddenly in that awful noise all around them it was the only sound he could hear.

For what? For their mistakes? For their choices that were not so much of choices at all? For something that none of them was able to change? Bela couldn't say but words just came out of her mouth because she felt so. For her own self. For Dean. For Sam. For what she did and what she didn't do. For not coming across the Winchester brothers earlier. For wasted time. For life being so unfair. For wishing more than she could have.

Dean looked into her face for what seemed like a very long time although it actually lasted not more than a couple of seconds.

And then his mouth was on hers. The kiss was long, and deep, and gentle, and terribly desperate, like a prayer of a man lost in a desert for a drink of water. And Dean's arms were around her waist, and it was the only thing that helped Bela keep her balance. Her fingers loosened their grip on the now useless gun in her hand. It fell to the gravel with muffled rustle as her arms, now both free, slipped around Dean's neck holding on to him so tightly like it was a matter of life and death.

Assuming the obstacles, it probably was.

"I am not," he said almost soundlessly and leaned his forehead against hers giving them both a chance to catch their breath. Whatever she was talking about…

Five minutes to go. Bela didn't even need to look at her elegant and expensive watch to say that for sure. To hell with time! Hers was out anyway and yet they were at the same point they started from, still having no clue of how to break the deal. Not that she really believed… Not that she regretted that she did what she did.

"I wish you shot me somewhere along the way, Dean," she said without opening her eyes because if she saw his face, if she saw him… Damn it, why? Why now? Why like this? It was so awfully wrong! "I wish you took that bloody Colt of yours and threw me out of your motel room. I wish you weren't so damn nice and generous and… I wish I didn't… I wish I had reasons to die." The lump in her throat made Bela's voice fade away.

Dean's heart fell. She found a fucking bad time for saying such things.

He chuckled nonetheless.

"Oh, sweetheart, that would be way too easy for the both of us."

"Guess so," she admitted. "But it would definitely be a lot less painful."

And her face was cupped in his hands. And he was kissing her again, lightly, slowly, whispering something into her lips. Something absolutely stupid and meaningless, and yet so meaningful that only hearing these words was worth living at all…

Mobile phone buzzed softly in the pocket of Bela's jacket.

Midnight, she thought somewhere in the back of her mind. Like it mattered... Like anything at all mattered after she did get a lot more than she ever deserved…

And then there it was… White light, like a stroke of lightning, or a flash bulb, or one million lamps turned on at once, so bright that it seemed to be able to shine through solid objects, all of a sudden lit everything around. Just a second and it was gone. And so was the wind, and the shield around the circle… and the demons.

The crossroads was still and empty again, aside from the black car, four people – two of them still kissing – and one particular demon.

"Hey, guys," Sam coughed into his fist when he and Ruby ran up to the circle followed closely by Bobby. "It's not… the right time… and probably not the best place."

"Besides, it's gross," Ruby added.

"Why don't you…" Dean started but cut himself off, eyes nearly popping out of his head at the sight of emptiness around them. "What happened? Where's Lilith? Where's… everyone?"

"The party's over, someone called the cops," Ruby grinned. But even her witty remarks could not hide anxiety, if not worry, in her voice. She was confused.

"What?" Dean blinked at her.

"It means we don't know what happened," Bobby explained and gave Ruby a displeased look. Still, did not comment. "They just all disappeared in that light."

"Whatever it was…" Sam looked into the sky but it was high and clear, with bright stars scattered all about it.

"Whatever it was," Dean repeated and followed his gaze. Didn't find anything new, though. It was beautiful though. Then he narrowed his eyes at the three of them as his mind absorbed the meaning of the conversation. "Wait a minute! You mean it wasn't you who did it?"

"Nope, definitely not!" Sam confirmed. "Doubt it was them, either."

"Do you hear that?" Bela asked after a little while.

"Hear what?" Dean frowned, prepared for anything at all.

"Nothing." She looked around. "What time is it?"

"Seven minutes past midnight," Bobby replied after a quick look at his watch.

All five of them exchanged puzzled glances full of utter disbelief.

"Does this mean the end of my deal?" Bela wondered not addressing anyone specifically.

"Guess so," Sam said with a degree of uncertainty and looked at Ruby for support.

"Does this mean the end of my deal?" Dean echoed.

"I'll check this out." Ruby promised. "Still, I'd consider yourselves lucky, guys. All of you. Myself included."

"What do you mean?" Sam looked at her. "You know what that was?"

She shook her head.

"No. But I'd say you owe a big 'Thank you' to your guardian angel."

--

"Yes, thank you! Bye!" Bela hung up the phone and put it to the coffee table.

"What is this happiness about?" Dean asked with curiosity. "At 4 am in the morning."

"Found a buyer for that book we used," she replied lightly.

"You did WHAT?!" Dean nearly jumped up in his seat and threw a cautious look at the object in question which Sam so stupidly left right on the counter before leaving to go to Bobby's.

"Relax, Dean. I'm kidding," she laughed softly, tried not to show that her laugh referred mainly to the expression of his face than anything else. "It was a buyer, just not for the book, okay? Amazing how easily you could be misled."

"Amazing how often I have a want to wring your neck," he grumbled.

"Amazing how often you promise that," Bela teased him. "Yet, never really tried."

And aren't I glad? He thought.

"You were good back there," Dean said softly. "I mean really good. Much stronger than many would be in your place."

"I was about to pull the trigger," Bela confessed with a sigh. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to hurt him and how close I was to doing it right there and then. And I didn't care that I'd kill Bobby too, not for a second."

"Oh, that would definitely piss him off!"

They were sitting on the coach in Bela's apartment, Dean in the corner of it with his arms around Bela who leaned cozily against his chest with her head rested on his shoulder. His coffee and her chamomile tea were cooling down in the fine china cups on the coffee table beside them; none was bothered by this fact anyway.

"I can imagine that!" Bela chuckled.

Several hours had already passed since they were back and she still could not believe that it was happening for real. No deals anymore, ever! Well, at least no deals concerning soul selling.

Her fingers traveled mindlessly along Dean's arm, up and down as she watched her antique Ouija board attached to the wall with a remarkable bullet hole in the lower right corner. Thought lazily about the need to find a new one. Dean had probably had no idea what a piece of history he ruined with his shot. Or was it her shot? Whatever!

"I talked to Bobby," he broke the silence. "About these visions of yours and stuff."

"I don't have them any more," Bela informed him proudly, all self-satisfied. "The last time I saw Ruby she still was disgusting… in a way, but at least she didn't look like she'd just crawled out of the deepest hell pit."

Dean gave out a short laugh. Thought Ruby would be fascinated with comparison and told himself to remember it, just in case.

"Yeah, that was what Bobby said. All people bound to Hell start seeing hell bitches shortly before their souls are claimed. I guess it's a special way to get used to what you'd be seeing for eternity," he shrugged. "Now that your deal is broken you're back to normal again." Could help but make a funny face at the word 'normal'.

Bela slapped him on the arms with a laugh

"You mind your language, Winchester! I am still armed!" She looked up at him. "Bet you're going to miss me."

"What? No!" Dean objected immediately. "No way I'm going to miss you!" All self-defense and indignation. Bela raised her eyebrows questioningly… and received a long and deep kiss. "I already miss like hell."

--

The Impala purred softly down the motorway catching the light of streetlamps and snatching rough forms of tall trees that grew along the roadside out of the darkness with Dean tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and humming something under his breath and Sam flipping through the pile of printed pages on his lap, laptop turned on and set beside him on the seat.

"He's not finished yet," Sam informed his brother. "A couple of teenagers saw a strange looking man in that park zone late in the evening but they were quick enough to get out of there."

"Lucky them," Dean agreed.

"No deaths over the last couple of days," Sam continued.

"Lucky he. Less reasons for us to make his death long and painful. Like we don't have enough of them by now. Can't wait to rearrange the parts that jerk made himself of anyway." He turned up the volume of a cassette player with AC/DC tape in it a little bit. "I heard you talking to Ruby on the phone." Tried to sound as much matter-of-factly and indifferently as possible.

"Uh-huh," Sam did not lift his gaze up from the papers.

"What did she say?"

"Said you're out of your deal, which was not big news after Bobby told you the same thing even earlier. And Bela, too, which we found out right away. Said demon community is shocked by how you managed to do it. They do not believe you have now idea of how exactly you did it."

"And?" Impatience now obvious in Dean's voice. "What about Lilith? Is she dead?"

"No, Ruby said she isn't and she's still after us."

"What a surprise!" He chuckled. "Speaking of surprises… Did Bobby say something about what could possibly happen back there, on the crossroads? Can't get the damn thing out of my mind."

"Nope," Sam shook his head. "But his theory is… hm, very close to Ruby's."

"What? A guardian angel?" Dean smirked and looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, please! You can't be serious!"

"Well, not exactly." Sam paused. "Remember that time in Laurence, in our old house?"

"'Course I do! Why?" Then Dean whipped his head round and nearly drove down from the motorway on another abrupt turn forcing Sam to seize the door handle before he was sent flying across the salon. "You say it could be… dad?" He asked cautiously. It sounded too good to be true. Too unreal. But, hey, wasn't unreal that one word that could describe their whole lives?

Another shrug from Sam and a long pause after that. "I don't know," he spoke when Dean had already decided that he wouldn't. "And neither does Bobby. But there should be something, I mean at all! And you know…"

"Stranger things happen," Dean finished for him. "Tell me that!"

"Yeah," Sam smiled and looked out the window at the dark trees. "So, you're with Bela now?" The question came out as if by itself when Sam's curiosity came to its peak.

"Yep." Dean nodded shortly.

"And… um… how's that supposed to be?" Sam tried to keep his voice absolutely disinterested. Just another lazy chat along the way… somewhere. Though he suspected that his amusement was too obvious.

"Dunno," Dean shrugged and stared thoughtfully out the windshield. "Weird, but…" he sighed wondering if the answer that spun in his mind was okay or it was too ridiculous and sentimental to say it out loud, too Sam Winchester style. He winced to himself. "There are still a lot of people for me to save and a lot of things for her to steal, and sell, and make money out of. The story of my life." His lips twitched into a lopsided grin, which was unexpectedly accompanied by a rather confused expression in his eyes. Okay, now Dean Winchester stepped into unknown territory for the first time. "I was just, you know, asking myself… what if it is really something? Not just something, but something something?" Voice plain and light, even too plain and light. "Not that I was really thinking that way," Dean added quickly when the words seemed somehow too meaningful and he felt he was… what, blushing?! "But, hell, why not?"

Bingo, Sam thought. Dean fell for the thief. Which was not so big of a surprise, but still! Sam coughed to hide his snicker, thought Dean might as well throw him out of the Impala and leave him right here in the woods if he laughed out loud.

"Sure, why not? But… Bela?" He made special accent on her name, more to piss Dean off than anything else. "She sold us to Gordon, Dean, remember? Gave us in to Hendrickson!"

"She helped us!" Dean retorted immediately, voice a bit too defensive for the one who didn't dive a damn about something something. "Sort of." Cooler. "A couple of times. And we have the Colt back, right? And… Your girlfriend is a demon, for God sake!"

"She's not my…" Sam broke himself with a chuckle and shook his head. There was no point in saying it over and over again as Dean seemed not to hear him anyway. "Whatever." He paused.

Dean was not going to Hell anytime soon. And what was more important he even looked happy. Like really happy, which was… well, wow! Especially considering the reason.

Lilith was gone, at least for a while.

And Bela… maybe wasn't that bad after all. She actually did something with Dean, something that was making him smile the way he didn't for a very long time already, Sam had to admit. Anyway, he was just way too happy about this all to whine about Dean's taste for women or his comments or… at this very point Sam was ready to forgive any of his brother's faults only because he was not dying!

"Hey, Dean, I know I didn't say that before…"

"You better stop now before I start crying."

Sam grinned.

"Glad to have you back for good, dude."

--

Bela found the note attached to the fridge with one of her magnets the next morning.

"Hey, sweetheart!

Had to leave unannounced, sorry. Gotta have one freaking Frankenstein ass kicked.

Anyway, we go to Maryland afterwards. A bunch of kids tell creepy stories about local cemetery, gotta check that out, too. Sammy says it could be a spirit of a Native American guy who was buried alive some 300 years ago.

I know you know how to get that amulet called The Black Heart of the Warrior, so I'll see you in Maryland together with it in four days.

Dean

xoxo

P.S. And don't you dare sell it along the way!"

The end

I decided not to kill Lilith to save some challenge for Season 4 of the show but it wasn't a deathfic so everyone is alive, including Bela, and that is what really matters for me because I'll definitely miss her. Her death was so terrible wrong! If Season 3 ended my way I'd be really, really happy :)))

It was fun and pleasure to write this story and play with characters, and I would of course like to thank you all for your attention, and reviews, and support, and just everything :))) Hope you liked the way I'd finished my story.