Bela Talbot

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 06:05:24 GMT

Caleb what happened to you now?

TM: 274 What question do you most dread?

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:36:04 GMT

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

TM: 270 Thirteen

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 00:02:54 GMT

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.

258 The End.

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 06:41:48 GMT

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

264 - The past is never dead. It's not even past

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 09:31:02 GMT

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
471 words

260: Five Minutes in the life.

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 04:44:42 GMT

"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

TM: 256 What do you hope for?

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 01:16:09 GMT

I only hope for one thing and that is the fact that I remember who I am and what I've done. Every time I feel as if I'm starting to enjoy being with the children and Dean, that over shadowing of who I possibly was comes at me. Then I start wondering if I'm good enough, which according to Sam? I should be doubting.

I don't ask for my full life back, just a glimpse so that I know what I was like, who I was and what it is I've done so wrong in the past. Is that really too much to ask? I can't understand how things could possibly have gotten so whacked that this happened. I don't even know where I was. That would be another thing that would be nice to know. Sam said it was where I belonged, Dean however says just a bad place but it's all over now.

It's like he's trying to protect me. I admire that, but at the same exact time? I despise it for some reason. There's times when I get snappy and I'll realize that it might be who I really am. The littlest things will annoy me. Why can't I just be this? Who I am now? Get used to things?

Because I'm hoping that I'm not that terrible person that Sam paints me out to be, but somewhere, in the back of my mind, I somehow think that I quite possibly am and it hurts me. More then I'd ever admit.

253 Awesome

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 00:49:19 GMT

If Abby had to hear that word come out of Dean's mouth one more time over something, she was going to snap. She felt the sudden urge to slap him upside the head on more then one account these past few days and she wasn't sure right. Perhaps who she used to be had made it so she'd want to. When he swung the baby around playing with him, once he was done he's settle the child down and say how awesome it was to be a father. Or how awesome the food was. Once he was done polishing down his Impala he too, talked about how awesome his pride and joy looked. All Abby could do was give him a rather dull stare as if to say please stop using that blasted word. He never did though, instead he just kept using it.

After the dinner that she cooked one night, he looked at her and grinned, pulling her into his lap.

"Baby? That was a awesome dinner. Thank you."

"Dean?"

"Yes Bela?"

"Abby," she corrected him. "Stop using that word every chance you get." She muttered and looked at him. She saw his face fall and he just nodded, which made her sigh "Use it, just don't use it for everything? I really don't know why you use it so often."

"Because it was something my dad used to say."

Bela just nodded as if understanding before standing and doing the dishes. Dean however toned down on using that word.

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 254 words
Written in her canon verse where she's having amnesia.

17,4. There's four people in the bed, and... (muse_erotica)

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 07:48:46 GMT

There was a hand on her thigh and it was the fingertips that were tickling their way up her flesh that got her eyes to open groggily. She barely remembered what had gone on before she fell asleep. She remembered drinking with the Winchester men. Never again. She vowed that was not going to happen because it was true, they could hold their liquor better then she could. She lifted her head and pushed her auburn hair from her face to gaze down at Dean, whom her cheek had been pressed against. She didn't think anything of it, her and Dean had slept together numerous times before. She rubbed her eyes and gave a tiny yawn as she peered next to Dean, seeing the locks of sandy brown hair her brow quirked up.

"Clowns..." The figure muttered before her eyes widened she looked down at herself. Naked as a jaybird. She brought the sheet up to her and felt that hand from behind slide around her waist as she moved to get up. It harshly pulled her back against it and she gave a small squeak. She didn't know who it was. What on earth was she doing in bed with Dean and Sam Winchester?

"Bela, stop being so loud, you're gonna wake the people in the next room. Don't make me gag you." Dean muttered as his hand joined the other person's and Bela actually blushed slightly. Bela was many things, a screamer she was most certainly not!

She glanced at the hand and saw the wedding band. John's wedding ban and her stomach did a slight flip and turn. John, Dean and Sam. She cleared her throat and took a deep breathe. This was not good at all. Really not good. She waited until she heard the labored breathing of all the men again and the grip loosened on her. She slipped from the bed going and showering, trying to sort together the very small fragments of the night before.

They'd drank way too much, one thing just simply led to another. IT started with Dean, just kissing him and then Dean pulling Sam to them both and pushing her and Sam's faces together. Bela let herself go. Before she knew it she was in bed with the three. She didn't even wait for them to wake, simply dressed as fast as she could and wanting to get out of there. For once she didn't take anything of theirs, odd as it was for her to do. She simply shook her head, willing herself to be as quiet as she could

Oh the theif had really gotten herself into a mess this time.

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 447 words

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 07:57:28 GMT

My little angels, growing so fast.

FUTURE Bela verse

[TM] 251 - most embarrassing thing you've ever done while sober

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 16:45:40 GMT

What's the most embarrassing thing I've ever done while sober?

That one is bloody easy. Opened myself up to one Dean Winchester. Letting him get under my skin, it's been all downhill from there. Started when I saw him in that tuxedo I think, he was bloody handsome. He cleans up nicely. That angry sex comment was my downfall, that look on his face was utterly adorable. So confused and unsure what to say, speechless he was. The only comeback was for me not to objectify him. I was serious too, if only I didn't have to high tail it out of there.

Though when all was said and done and I had my cash, wouldn't you know I was going to need the Winchesters help? I had to walk in and ask for assistance, and Dean with his smug ass would have left me to die. I knew then I had hurt him and I for the first time felt guilt. Yet again I had to walk away giving them ten grand. Wasn't my best moment but I do hate being in anyone's debt especially Dean's.

Actually most embarrassing thing I've ever done sober was walk away from Dean, if only because I bloody well know he was looking at my ass.

Bela Talbot // Supernatural // 213

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:39:22 GMT

So many things just simply don't make sense anymore.

Amnesiac verse of Bela aka Abbyverse

13.5. That word does not mean what you think it does. (OMP)

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 08:22:39 GMT

This is a a AU Bela that is simply prompt only unless her counterparts want to do a AU sl with them

If you must say that to me, then whisper it.

To say that hell was simply a piece of cake for the woman would be a understatement. A very big understatement. It wasn't easy to be trapped in her own personal hell and it certainly wasn't easy coming back and readjusting to life. It didn't click in her mind right away of who or where she was, only tiny bits of fragments to go on. It was true, Bela Talbot was indeed a bit of a mess.

They'd never found her body, they'd found pieces of her clothes from the hellhounds as they dragged her away but no bones. Only a trail of blood that eventually disappeared into thin air. She put up a struggle but refused to scream, even as the teeth sunk their way in clear to the bone beneath her muscles , she just ground her teeth together, determined not to give them the least little bit of satisfaction.

It would be months before Bela had found herself laying in a field, small snippets of the adventure down below piecing together in her mind. Her entire body ached, her skin had been stretched and pulled and it didn't want to move. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, even if it wasn't. She licked her dry, cracked lips and managed to stand, wobbly since she had forgotten how to use her legs. It was hard to readjust to the brightness surrounding her as well, the sun beating down against her small frame. She gave a soft moan, pushing her hair from her face and started her journey. She had no money, only a memory of a jumbled mess of numbers and names in her head. She didn't know who was who in end, just that she had to call someone.

Her feet brought her to a motel and when she walked in, she was greeted with a older woman who seemed very concerned for her. Bela was dizzy, the whole world spinning in front of her.

"May I use your telephone, please."

The woman simply slid the phone over to her and left the room for a short moment to get Bela a glass of water, she thought the girl could use it. The s. He rubbed the bridge of her nose and tried to concentrate on forming her voice again, even that seemed like a strain.

"Dean, what do you want?" There was silence which made his hand shift on the steering wheel of the Impala a moment. "Hello? Earth to whoever."

"Dean?"

His foot hit the break, which sent poor Sam flying forward and making him knock his head on the dashboard.

"Bela?"

She just gave a confused look at that name, but answered. "Yeah, it's me, could you..." Oh. That was not good. She remembered slowly starting to spiral down and hitting the floor. The woman coming out and taking the phone from her with a frown and listening on the other end.

"Bela? Bela!" Dean's voice was both filled with a bit of anger and concern. Damn it, he hated caring about this woman. "BELA!"

"I'm sorry, she seems to have passed out on the floor. I'm going to call a ambulance and have them take her to the hospital."

Dean's jaw clenched. Bela should be dead, he'd carried on this long with believing she was. Now she suddenly pops back up. He couldn't win.

"What hospital." He grabbed Sammy's pen from his hand and then took the giant's hand and scribbled the information down onto it, hanging his phone up. "Son of a BITCH"

Sam just looked at Dean. "What's going on?' He brought his other hand up and rubbed his forehead a tiny bit

"Nothing." Dean stared straight ahead, his knuckles white from clutching his baby's steering wheel too hard.

"Dean."

"WHAT?" He snapped at his brother and turned his head momentarily towards him.

"Who was that? And more importantly, why are we getting on I5?"

"Some lady at a hotel," Sam could hear his brothers teeth grinding against each other in the back of his mouth. "Bela's back."

That made Sam just stare at his brother. "Come again?"

"You heard me and I'm not repeating myself."

"So what? We're going to go get her? Dean! She tried killing us!" Sam was about to go on when his brother turned on the radio and turned up the volume, droning out his voice. Sam just sighed and leaned back.

This was going to be a long trip.

Dean didn't utter a single word as they passed through two states and finally landed in Nebraska. Of all places, she had to wind up in Omaha fucking Nebraska. Eventually Dean had turned down the radio and Sam had remained quiet, figuring his brother was going through enough right now and didn't need anymore added onto it.
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When they got to St Josephs Hospital, Dean parked and stared out in front of him for a minute, Sam unbuckling his seat belt. He wasn't sure he could deal with this. Why should he deal with this? Out of all the people in her head, she called him. It didn't make sense to him, unless it was another ploy to get her out of a sticky situation, which would be something that Bela would do. Sam looked over at him and removed himself from the car and waited. Dean slowly got out, not looking entirely pleased with the whole thing, but following after his brother.

"A woman was brought in earlier? Name was Bela?"

"Ah yes, she's in room 213 down the hall to the right."

"Thank you," Dean went to walk off.

"Sir? Are you a relative?"

Dean stopped "Why?"

"Only relatives are allowed to see her."

Dean, being sneaky, removed his ring from his usual finger and slid it on his ring finger, holding it up. "She's my wife."

That made Sam almost choke. The woman smiled and nodded. "I'll send the doctor back after a few minutes."

Dean looked at Sam and glared. "Don't even say it Sammy. Keep it shut."

Sam just smirked slightly, shaking his head and following.

What they weren't expecting to find was Bela laying in the hospital bed, actually out cold with IV's and monitors around her. Dean halted mid doorway and looked at her. She was pale and she had bandages on her. The next hour and a half transpired of questioning from the doctors, police and more questioning from the doctors. Dean was tired by the time it all ended and he was sitting by the bed, like a good "husband." Sam of course was privately mocking him in the back of his mind, to which Dean knew and glared at his brother out of the corner of his eye.

Sam went to get coffee and Dean was left alone with Bela, watching her. While she was sleeping she almost looked angelic, like she had never done anything wrong. Like kill them. He sat back for what he thought was only a minute and closed his eyes , just a minute really. Or so he thought. He was startled awake by a light stroke of a hand over his, just really a brush over . When he glanced at the clock he realized four hours had passed, damn he must have been tired. He gave a soft mutter and then looked at Bela, who was starting to stir. He was fully expecting a hit or some smart ass comment to come out of the Brit's mouth.

"Who are you?"

That, he was not expecting. At first he thought she was playing some sort of game, until she gave him a rather blank stare. Oh fuck. He rubbed his face with his hands.

"Dean, you called me from the hotel?"

Bela looked at him and looked confused. "I'm sorry." He blinked, what was she apologizing for? "I don't believe I know you."

The nurse came in to check things out, smiling that she was awake. "Ms. Talbot, glad to see you awake."

Bela blinked at the woman. "Talbot?"

The nurse looked at her and then to Dean. "Yes, Bela Talbot and this is your husband miss, he came as soon as we called him. "

Bela glanced over to Dean. "You're my..husband? I'm married?"

Dean didn't say anything, instead he just clenched his jaw again and gave a half smile. "That's right sweetheart, I'm your husband. We've been married almost a year."

"Why do they keep calling me Bela? My name is Abby."

Dean knew he was in for a ride, one he wasn't so sure he wanted to take.

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 1,474

245 What's the first thing you remember? - TM

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 03:55:41 GMT

There was a sound of the door being opened and Abby looked up wide eyed as she brought herself to a sitting position. That dry feeling in her throat creeping it's way up until it was drying her tongue as well. She swallowed hard, her body shaking as she brought her hands to her lap and settled them there on her skirt. She'd gone and made a mess. She'd played in some mud picking flowers for her mother, thinking that it would please her. Put a smile on the features of the woman that had slowly turned to stone over the past few months. It just caused for her to raise hell, yelling at her and sending her to her room. Telling her that her father would settle it when he came home from work.

Abby sometimes dreaded her father. She'd begun to actually fear the heavy clicks of his shoes as he approached the door. She was hoping that in that moment she had been hearing things when the door opened, she was rather upset that she wasn't. The first thing she remembered was her father walking over and looking down at her. When she lifted her head to say something, and the first word came out of her mouth, there was a blow of a backhand to her face. Tears welling in her eyes as she looked up at him and all he did was push her down on the bed.

That was the first thing that Abby remembered her father doing to her. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the last.

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
262 words

241 What principles are sacrosanct in your opinion? (TM)

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 19:46:22 GMT

Bela might have been a thief, but there were certain things that she believed were sacred and shouldn't be tossed around and forgotten. One of the things were family. Granted she id what money paid her to do. Even if that meant getting something from one family member and giving it to another. A job was a job after all. She couldn't help but wonder however, what was wrong with these people. How quick they were to turn against one another.

Bela never took her family for granted. They had surely taken her and tossed her away, leaving her with no sense of family. But in the back of her mind she always kept belief that family stayed by each other's sides through it all. She saw it in Dean and Sam, and she knew she saw it somehow in herself. After all, look at where she was now with them. They were all stuck together, even after the mess of her stealing from them and almost killing them.

Bela believed above all things her family (Dean, John and Sam) were the one thing she'd never forsake again.

Family was the one thing in the thief's life that was sacred. God help the person who got in the way of that

Bela Talbot, Supernatral, 150+ words.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:18:31 GMT

Sometimes, Sam Winchester can be the most annoying one to exist.

OOC note.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 23:13:02 GMT

Going to be trying to get Bela back into the groove of things with a few reworkings.

Some of her prompts will revolve around her cracktastic relationship with Sam Winchester, NOT romantically, please don't make Bela hurt you, but as far as the snark that goes on between her and Sam. It is love, and it makes Bela FUNNY. There's a concept.

Some of her prompts may revolve around different ships. Dean/Bela is and will always be my main one. However, if a prompt calls for it? It might revolve around John/Bela, Sam/Bela or her one storyline in Theatrical Muse of William/Bela. The Sam/Bela I believe won't go into romantics....cause that might be a little weird unless they were both incredibly drunk and woke up the next morning screaming and pointing at each other and going: YOU GOT ME DRUNK! Ha that'd be mildly amusing to me.

it will depend on the mood shes in and if she's going to be a bitch to me *like she really has been* Just giving a heads up to say I'm back around and NO, Bela has NOT gone anywhere and will not be going anywhere.

Wrters Muses - Irritant (Prompt set 48)

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 22:56:54 GMT

Bela just watched him for a good bit. She didn't know Sam as well as she knew Dean. That was a fact, a fact that she couldn't get past. She had wanted to, since he was going to be family after all and he wasn't really THAT bad was he? No, she didn't believe he was that bad after all, he hadn't shot her when he saw her again and he very well could have to tell the truth. She would have deserved it. Bela was starting to get used to the fact that she WAS part of something now and would always be a part of something from this day forward.

Bela had hoped that being here would nullify the deal, that it wouldn't happen and she and Dean would both be safe and happy. She actually thought they stood a chance at "winning" Oh damn him and that puppy dog look, it made her grit her teeth a moment before she pulled her eyes away from him. "What Sam?" She sighed and then hung her head. It was hopeless. She was a emotional mess and she was doing her best to hold it together. God damn him for doing this to her. "Thank you."

If Jess did that, than she did. He knew that he deserved it yeah? There was always a part of her that believed he'd get his head knocked a few times for keeping things from the pretty blond. There was no doubt in her mind that Sam was in fact just that. And idiot at times, but doing things that needed to be done for the sanity of ones self and the other parties involved, even if it was wrong and stupid.

When his tone changed in that matter of a second she blinked and actually jumped back on her seat a tiny little bit. "I didn't say that Samuel, if you were listening. I simply said that we'll be there for you no matter what. That is what family is supposed to be there for right?" She made a small face. "I mean that's what you and Dean have." She'd never call herself family, because she didn't seem to think she was.

That last statement angered Bela, greatly and she stood up and then just started walking back towards the living room. "Oh I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive me for actually caring about what happens to you then. Forget I ever said anything." She frowned a bit and rested a hand over her stomach. She knew better than to get upset. "Believe it or not Samuel we're all in this together now whether all of us like it or not. So perhaps you should just let us help you instead of trying to do things on your own. Unless you want to lose yourself."

The mere thought of that would make Bela cringe, knowing Sam as well as she knew Dean. Her skin actually crawled at the thought. She wasn't ready to play family. Hell, she wasn't even playing family now. She just gave a small sigh and shook her head, trying to rinse that from her brain. Brain bleach please? Stat? Bela wasn't going to have that...normal family. If Dean expected her to give up what she did for a living, once they got out of this place, then he'd hav ea lot coming. Bela would never stop what she did. She wasn't like that. She was stronger willed then all that. She'd tone it down, but she would never stop.

Oh lord Sam. Could you be any more..>Dean? The life of being on the road and the life or a gun tucked neatly under the jacket in the back of whatever torn and tattered jeans was Dean's thing. It wasn't meant to be Sam's. It was too Deanesque for Bela to care for, it was like the two had switched and gone into a vapor machine and come back out as the other. That was scary enough.

"Everyone deserves family you bloke. No matter what you've done or will do. Everyone needs something. "Dean isn't going to die." She said it matter of factly even. "And don't you dare get that regretful tone in your voice. Dean knew precisely what he was doing and it was his choice. Your his brother, naturally being a Winchester means you have to be a self sacrificing idiot for the bloodline to continue." She gave a small roll of her eyes. "That regret in your tone? Get rid of it and man up Samuel. Being regretful isn't going to get you to help me with what I need help with concerning freeing Dean of his little deal. Therefore, yeah." She cleared her throat a minute. It wasn't his fault, not entirely. Dean was unable to deal with the loss of his brother. It was something she could understand.

"Don't you dare say that." She spat and turned around and folded her arms right across her chest before walking back over. She was trembling. Bela was over emotional and it was showing. "I should slap you across your face for even contemplating a moronic idea like that one. You know Dean would fight you and one of you would die. You wouldn't be saving your brother, you'd kill him. YOU Sam. Not the deal."

For the moment Bela was irritated beyond anything imaginable.
based on a rp that took place, so if some things aren't able to be understood I apologize, Bela just went with things.

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
889 words

239: Hair

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 19:45:39 GMT

Dean wasn't..stupid. Stubborn yes, stupid no. They both hadn't been thinking at the time considering one thing led to the other. Had it been her and Sam she would have easily stormed out, with Dean it was damn near impossible to get away from him because he always had to try and have the last word, it was just how he was wasn't it? Stubborn to the bone, she'd like to think it was a trait that he had aquired from his father. Sam perhaps got his personality from his mother, perhaps a bit of his father, but Dean struck her as the boy that was all his father. sam could never be like Dean. Not in a million years. Sam had that illusion of wanting a normal life didn't he? Dean had given that up long ago, at least that's what he had told Bela the one night. Yes, she was trying to make amends in some odd way. The Bela way. She never exactly let things show TOO much.

"A tracking collar? Sorry, I don't see Dean with a collar around his neck. Though the image is quite amusing to say the least." A smile crossed the thiefs face as she bit back and giggle at the mere thought of Dean wearing anything that resembled a collar. It was just too amusing for her. "Maybe something that shocks him so he knows when to call home might be nice. Bela wasn't going to mention the hellhounds. She'd made her grave and she'd lay in it. Wasn't that how the saying should go? She hadn't told anyone of her little deal not that she really knew it was a deal to begin with until recently. "Sam....." She stopped herself from saying anything and cleared her throat. "Careful you don't get anything on the counters." Then she went back to drinking her milk with almost the drop of the hat. Never missing a beat.

When the clanging stopped she perked a brow and looked at him, the glass being settled down and those arms folding across her chest again as she gave him the sternest, almost maternal look, that he'd ever seen come across her face. Bela was scary. She knew that. She could have the utmost ability to snap at someone, or shoot someone, without a moments hesitation. And that made her dangerous. Everyone deserved happiness. Sam had to admit, he had just a little yeah?

"I don't think you have shitty luck Sam, perhaps you ran into him for a reason." She quirked a brow and continued listening to him. "Yes well, perhaps protective Sam is what she would need right now, except for being OVERLY protective like you sometimes can be. " She'd seen it sometimes with him and Dean as she'd watch from her safety spot in her car. Yes, she had followed them both quite often which only made her roll her eyes as she wondered why she had begun to do it in the first place. It was true though ,Sam could become that person he was trying to avoid. "Spit it out will you Sam? Just get it off your mind before it eats you away like a maggot on some rotting piece of flesh." Leave it to Bela to use imagary that could make the skin crawl. She'd learned that one from Dean.

She perked a brow. His abilities came....oh bloody hell. That meant one thing. "You're coming into them...." She'd done her fair share of reading. "The others. They all gained their powers slowly, over a course of time. You're a little late, but that's probably because you..." She trailed off a moment. "You died. So that might have stopped them from developing for a little while." She sighed, she wasn't scared, she wasn't upset. She was just simply at a loss for words. "Well, we'll just have to keep you centered and all that junk." She wrinkled her nose up slightly. "That explains the jammering of the dishes though." She looked at him and shook her head. "Don't worry too much bout it Sammy, we'll get through this, however I do think you need to tell Dean. Maybe not right away, but before you could possibly get...stronger. He deserves to know." She wouldn't tell Dean, she had promised that. She only hoped Sam had enough good mindset to tell his brother and not lie to him from now until....whenever. She went over and hugged Sam for a moment, not really meaning to but something told her in the back of her head that she should. A slip of the woman she could have been sometimes perhaps, if she wasn't a thief that was hell bent on a buck before anything. She touseled his hair gently before moving and sitting back down, resting her hands again over her stomach. "The Winchester family is far too stubborn for their own good." Sam's hair was soft, much like his brothers only Sam's hair? There was more there to run through. Bela found some odd comfort in playing with hair of the two, though she'd never admit it. Hair was perhaps a weakness for Bela. Now it was time to turn that cold exterior back on that Bela was so well at, unfortunately she was beginning to slip in even that in her condition, which was mildly annoying to the young Brit. Could nothing ever stay the same?

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
900 words exactly.

True Writers Set 2: 10. I thought I had lost you.

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 01:26:55 GMT

Bela thought she'd lost everything the night the hellhounds came to take her away. She'd fended them off for a good long while with the Devil's Shoestring, but even she wasn't stupid enough to believe that would hold up for long. She knew she was going to die and she wouldn't be able to stop it.

They'd had a fight, a stupid fight which had made him hang up on her and drive down the road. She had a feeling he'd find a place to turn around sooner or later and come back. Problem was, it would be too late in the end. Bela would still die and there was no saving her.

She had been right. No sooner had she thought that then the hellhounds finally surpassed the shoestring and stared at her. No one else could see them. Hear them. It was only her.

"Hello boys. Hope you had fun trying to get in." Bela, she had to go down being a smart ass, her hand resting firmly across her stomach. Who held the contracts was getting a three for one deal. The life of Bela Talbot and the life of two unborn Winchesters. She was sure Lilith was going to love that. Probably laughing somewhere to herself at the small victory.

They'd ripped her apart, killing her and making sure it hurt. She deserved it she supposed, for everything she'd done in her life. Only one name crossed her mind as her eyes started rolling into the back of her head. Dean. She thought what he'd do when he finally came back and found her. Them. Found them. Would he lose his will to live for a little while? Or would he just get too pissed off and go on a vengence spree trying to find a way to settle everything. Keep himself alive and try to bargain for her? She hoped he would find a way out of the deal, a part of her knew he deserved to. It was a selfless act that he did and she swore that he deserved something more then dying for his brother. They needed each other as much as the children in her womb needed her. Survival.

In Hell things were never as they appeared. She was sure she was strung up somewhere but they trapped her into dream after dream. Feeding off of her worries and her fear. Giving her a dream of her and Dean, his hand resting against her stomach and saying he was sorry, which was something that Dean Winchester had a hard time saying. She knew it was a dream at that point.

"I thought I lost you Dean."

Dean smiled and put his forehead against hers before kissing it softly and then pulling away. "But you did lose me Bela. There's no saving you and there's no saving me."

And it always ended the same. Hellhounds coming and ripping him apart in front of her, little did she know that she was also reliving the moment that Sam had been forced to watch and that Dean was actually there, living this same one over and over with her as he screamed for his brother in the reality of things.

She swore she heard it in the distance. That pained scream of Sam's name over and over again as Dean would struggle against the hooks that were embedded in his skin.

She knew she was probably screaming Dean's name as well and the fact that Lilith, the little bitch, was watching somewhere from the area, smirking the whole entire time.

Thank you.

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:10:49 GMT

To the kind people who nominated myself at the Tammy's. It's nice to know that people recognize the writing being done. I'm not a woman of many words when it comes to the words Thank You, simply know that I appreciate the notice.

Mun:
*stares at the nomination a minute* Jesus flipping holy cow hell.

Thank you for thinking of Bela when you were nominating, I actually didn't think anyone read her lol. Thank you so much those that did it :) Unlike Bela (miss tight lip) I have no problems saying thank you and that I'm flattered.

#234: Utopia (TM}

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 05:47:48 GMT

"Why can't you just be honest with me for once in your life? Is is that bad?"

Bela looked up at him from her place at the table, her hands in front of her clasped together, playing with the ring on her finger. "Why should I be?"

"Because I asked. Nicely might I add."

She quirked a brow at him and then raised her head defiantly. "And if I don't?"

"Then you'll just be lying to me through it all. Hell, our relationship might even be a lie to you Bela."

She bit her tongue rather hard at those words and then dropped her hands to her lap, one resting on her stomach protectively almost. She was starting to warm up to this mother to be thing.

"What do you want to know."

"Why did you see the ship?"

Bela sighed, she figured that was going to come into play. She cleared her throat, trying to play it cool. "Really Dean, you've done your research. You tell me."

"Who did you kill Bela?"

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it on purpose if that's what you're implying."

"Accident?"

"Yes Dean, an accident. Did I not speak clearly enough for you?"

"How?"

She paused another minute and then she ran her tongue across her lips and thought of how to answer that. "Actually, I never intended on killing them. It was a accident in regards that there's a reason that I got into this whole business of procuring supernatural items Dean."

"Relative get in your way there Bela? Had a big dream of becoming some fancy little collector and selling things?"

"No. My sister got possessed by a demon."

That took Dean a moment to understand the reality of the whole thing. Bela sighed and pushed her hair behind her shoulder before standing and folding her arms across her chest.

"I did some researching and found something that I thought would help her. Force it out of her." She paused. "They lied and instead it killed her. I killed her. My own flesh and blood. There are you happy now?"

"No."

Bela frowned. "What more do you want from me Dean."

"I'd hope you'd be more honest about yourself for once Bela. You're with me, you're having our child and you can't keep these god damn secrets!"

She tilted her head and looked at him. "You think you have me all figured out don't you?"

"No, the point is I don't have you figured out. You're bout as big of a god damn mystery to me as my life is now. "

"Remember Dean, you only have a month or so to live."

She was getting testy again. She bit her lip after she said that though.

"You think I don't know that god damn it?"

"What part do you think I play in this Dean?" She perked a brow. "Do you actually think I'm not trying to play a part in trying to save your ass?"

He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, she returned the favor right back at him.

"You and Sam just need to accept the fact that you can't save me Bela."

"You actually think that either of us can take no for an answer Dean? You should know me better than that. I don't give up quite so easily."

"Bela, listen to me. I'm going to die and I'm going to become a demon. No way around that."

"No. You listen to me you pig headed brute! You might think you can just easily accept that, but we're not so keen on the idea so get that through your head yeah?" She narrowed her eyes at him again and took a step forward. "Just because you're so bloody quick to give up doesn't mean that we have to do the same. You are just going to have to accept that."

He looked at her and sighed. "I can't fight anymore Bela. I'm tired. You think I want to become one of them?"

"You know what that pathetic blond said. You can fight for your humanity. If she can remember what it was like, then so can you. You'll fight it because that's who you are. Since when do you just lay down and die Dean?"

"I don't want to hurt you or Sam. Sam knows what he needs to do when the time comes Bela."

"You think I'm going to just stand there and let him kill you? Have you gone daftly insane Dean?"

Dean didn't answer.

"I killed my sister because I believed that something would work. It didn't. I refuse to lose someone else I love to some plot that will end in a death. I can't have that. Especially not now."

Dean blinked. Did Bela just admit that she actually loved him?

"Don't give me that look Dean. "

He went over and pulled her to him and hugged her really tight, which made a gasp come from her because she hadn't been prepared.

"I love you too." He whispered flush against her ear before placing a soft kiss to it.

She rested against him for a moment before pulling back. "I'm not giving up Dean. And neither is Sam. You're going to just simply have to deal with that is that clear?"

He perked a brow. She cocked her head and perked her own brow.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy."

"Now how bout telling me the rest of how you became 'a great thief'?"

"Tomorrow perhaps I'll tell you more. Right now we're going to bed."

"That so?"

"Yes, that's so."

"Bela?" He tilted his head as he watched her pull back the covers on the bed.

"Yeah?"

"What did you do with the Colt while you had it? There's a bullet missing."

She just looked at him and then gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I accidentally pulled the trigger while checking it out. Sorry"

He didn't believe that for a minute.

"Did you have a run in with Ruby?"

"Never seen her in my life Dean."

He had a feeling she was lying. But after all, killing Ruby? Had been Bela's utopia. Something she thrived in knowing the bitch was dead.

Bela Talbot
Supernatural
1000 + words

Prompt Answers for Essential Muses Application

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:58:08 GMT

What's love got to do with it?
Nothing? Love is a meaningless emotion that people use to try and make themselves feel like they belong to something.

[locked from all, but we're sure Sammy boy could hack it]
Love unfortunately means a lot at the current moment in time. It's what's holding me together, not letting me give up down here. It's making me fight. For him. For me. For us. I don't like admitting that for your information either, it's something that I don't particulary care to admit and never shall to the eye of the public. I do have a reputation to maintain you know. I really don't know what else to say, if you expect me to carry on about how it's the most wonderful thing in the world then you have another thing coming, because I will not do that. I'm not like that and never shall be. Just some people are the lovesick fools, I'm the one in denial.
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What do you feel is the most important quality of a good player?
Ouch. Okay, I think someone that can actually write for the character and stay true to them. Even if they throw in AU aspects of said muse, I think the ability to still keep to how the muse is originally. I've seen too many muses destroyed by that and I tend to ignore it when I can anymore, as hard as it is sometimes because it irks me, but yeah. I'm not good at answering these types of questions. I jsut think the most important thing for being a good player is staying true to the character and giving putting yourself out there sometimes if you feel comfortable doing so. I think a big issue is you have to feel comfortable with the character :)

Well than. ((OOC mun squeal of death)

Tue, 27 May 2008 08:15:40 GMT

My mun must love me. She just made a idiot of herself by writing to adopt my fanlisting.
She babbled on quite enough for everyone. As I said, she must adore me living in her brain, could have dealt without all the squealing of course. She interrupted my nap.

mun:
OMFGZ. SPAZ MOMENT. I did just write to adopt the bela talbot fanlisting. *jumps up and down* I WANT IT! I totally..don't give a darn if I sounded like a complete fangirl/idiot. it's bela!

TM - 230 (Black and White) as well as Save Bela part 1

Mon, 12 May 2008 20:58:27 GMT

Bela put the phone on the hook. She hadn't remembered crying and if she did it was a moment of weakness. The lines between everything had been blurred into smudged gray lines. There was no black and white, only a coldness that was starting to creep it's way into the room. The feeling of death starting to invade the room as Bela covered her stomach with her hand, the children inside her not taking kindly to the stress that was going on with mommy right now. Perhaps Bela cried for a few reasons. Maybe it was the argument she had just had with Dean, or perhaps it was the realization that she had screwed up her life at the age of fourteen and there was no turning back.

There was no saving her.

She heard the clawing at the door. The devil's shoestring firmly in it's place over the door, but it was wavering as she didn't secure it firmly enough. If that fell......another loud and vicious snarl on the other end of the door. If Bela prayed to god, she would have asked for a second chance. She would have done something different to change the events. Not all the money in the world could fix this. She had tried everything she knew she could to get things in order. Put money in a very safe account for Dean. Try to stay focused. Just as she was beginning to think that things would be alright, she was wrong. The clawng had stopped which gave her a false sense of security. She sighed with relief and stood, turning her back to the door. They knew it. They had lured her into that moment where she thought she was safe, that she had won, before they busted the doors down and a scream was heard. Bela's scream echoed through the empty hallways and into the dead of night. Dean might feel it. That sense of sudden loss as the hellhounds did what they were sent to do. Drag Bela to hell, taking their unborn children with him. Dean would try to call back, but he would get no answer.

Bela had now paid her debt in full. She was in Hell now, trapped into her own personal nightmare of her room, constantly watching that door as time and time again it would open and close with her father's appearence. The pain and that vague sense of feeling dirty washing over her again. This was her personal hell and somewhere she was never going to escape. Bela had made one mistake in her life, trusting a little girl when she was fourteen, Bela's life had never been the same after that.

We're sure the demons smiled everytime they heard the girl scream in pain, or everytime they heard her weeping after it was all said and done until it was done to her again.

Bela Talbot, Supernatural, 481 words.
The Dean mentioned in this prompt is not the one in TM but is one from her fanon reality. This is also part 1 in a the RP plot called Save Bela.