The question I most dread? Are you bloody kidding me? That's seriously what you want to know? Well alright then.

There is no question I most dread. If there is I haven't heard it, and haven't wasted time trying to think of what it might be. I am a very busy woman.

Okay fine.

Question I most dread seriously is what was your childhood like Bela? Really not something I like to talk about, and unfortunately those bloody Winchesters know of it. I don't feel it's anyone's business about my past. I don't feel the need to share all about my life with perfect strangers, or anyone really. What does knowing what my childhood was like have anything to do with my work? Nothing. Forget the bloody small talk and just pay the hell up already.

[locked] No one needs to know how weak I was. How much of a scared little girl I was. Or to know the horrible things my father did to me. No one needs to know I was a foolish child and made a deal to kill my parents and ten years later had to pay up and nearly lost everything I have now. [Unlocked]

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 200 words

Dean was giving her that puppy look. The one where his lip jutted out just slightly and his eyes got all weepy looking. She hated that particular look because for some reason she wound up giving into him. Which he would gloat about later on in the evening in the middle of something that had nothing to do with the prior. She sucked in her breath and rolled her eyes.

"Bloody hell. Fine. We'll watch this stupid American past time movie."

Oh yes, Dean won. He settled with her on the couch and she simply stared at the movie with a quirked brow. Friday the 14th wasn't a movie she was interested in seeing, however she was appeasing the poor boy beside her, seemed this was a tradition that he had, every friday the thirteenth, he'd watch the whole set of these movies.There were what? Seven? Eight? She'd lost track after the fifth.

"I can see why you like these movies now."

"I told you, you'd learn to appreciate the campiness that is Jason."

"No, I see enough naked women having sex to know as a teenager this truly must have been your favorite movies."

Dean looked at her "HEY!" He was trying to act offended but knew that was a half truth "Well, maybe. but I was a teen! Growing boys like these things." Bela rolled her eyes and started out of the room, to which Dean followed. "I like it for Jason now, because dude he's awesome."

Bela looked at him and laughed. "I do believe you have a idol."

"You may be right." He grinned and tugged her close. "Get over here."

Bela smiled very coyly and gave him a quick kiss before sauntering into the bathroom. "Make yourself comforable Dean. It is after all, after midnight. You know what day that means."

"Valentine's Day." Dean groaned a bit but shut up as soon as he saw the bra drop outside the door. Jason? Jason, who?

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 364 words.

There are no ends. You make a deal. You die. Do you really think that's the end of everything? It isn't. It's a very small fraction of something entirely new. For me and Dean it was hard, really hard. But we got through it in the end. Through the fact I couldn't remember who I was and through the fact I didn't even know who my own children were, I found myself. I was stronger with those around me then I was without them. Bela Talbot disappeared for some time, but she was always there. Only she was Abby. I was Abby. Am Abby. Whatever you'd rather call me.

I ended who I had become to start over. To become who I should have been before everything happened. Instead of taking the left crossroad, I took the right. What one will you take when the time comes?

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
150 words

( It was true that when Bela had suddenly reappeared and only remembered the Winchester's names and the name of Abby, she didn't know who she was or what she had done.  )

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
471 words

"Dean! Hurry the hell up!" The English accent carried well through the house as Bela bustled through her bags and packed them. "We're going to be late!"

Dean groaned, he knew how Bela despised being late to something so he gave a grumble and dragged out his one bag giving her a look. "Two bags Bela? Really. We're not going to vacation for a week, it's just the weekend."

Bela glared at him and pointed to the bags, fully expecting him to carry them for her. "No, but we are going to a wedding. I need things to look presentable in, unlike you." She rolled her eyes "I bet there's like, two change of clothes in there, plus your suit. Did you contemplate anything for the reception?"

Dean just looked at her "Um. No?" He was confused. He figured he was going to wear the suit to the reception. By the very long sigh and roll of Bela's eyes, he'd done something wrong again.

Bela hurried behind him. "Go put those things in the car, I'll be right out."

Dean perked a brow but went out to the Impala shaking his head. Women. Bela scurried about the room, giving a aggravated sigh and then finally just grabbing a decent button down shirt and a nice pair of black slacks. It would have to do. Sometimes Dean was merely impossible, however she still cared. This was just five minutes in the 24 hours of the life of her. Thief, wife and mother. Was her work ever going to be done?

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
256 Words