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. She was just Abby, a simple girl who had a past that was waiting somewhere to jump out at her from the shadows, seep it's way back into her brain and devastate her. However, it wasn't so easy o get those memories back. Regardless of how much Abby sometimes wanted them.

Time passed and she was remembering small things here and there about her family, where she came from. England. Her father visiting her late at night. The dreams became nightmares and she'd toss and turn in her sleep until finally Dean just held her and tried to calm her. Dean was never a cuddler by any means, but for her? He was willing to make that sacrifice. The past's prickly fingers were slowly working their way back into her brain, planing itself there to cause her turmoil within the night and the days, when she finally managed to sleep in between taking care of the children and pacing the halls of the house.

It was months after that Bela Talbot finally remembered who she was and what she'd done. How many people she'd caused the deaths of. How she made that deal with the demon in order to have a life without her father and mother. She was the cause of everything. Since that moment she was thirteen, she had spun a web of lies and deciet that would last until that very night she heard the hell hounds. The course growls an scratches as they slowly worked their way to her door. The charm would only last so long, eventually they'd get in. Bela remembered the shrill cry that escaped her as they started ripping into her flesh, collecting was was Lilith's.

Now, she stands there. A mother. A soon to be wife and a killer. At least she thought herself a killer. Bela didn't understand any of it anymore, perhaps living without her past made her appreciate the future that much more. She had two beautiful twins, Jet whom was becoming like her son more and more every day and a Winchester who seemed to love her despite the lies and stealing from the past. Bela knew that the past was never dead, it always lived on. Always would. Not a day goes past that she doesn't live in it. She could only try to make sure that it didn't suck her into the same path that she had gone down before.

She had other people to care for now, perhaps that would be the start of something.

She just realized she could never leave the past behind. No one could, no matter how hard they tried.


Bela Talbot
Supernatural
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