Bonds Tested

Jus In Bello -- Henriksen

~*****~

We'd finally gotten a lead on Bela. We'd found the place she'd been staying and began tearing it apart. "Any sign of it?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." Sam sighed. "Are you sure this is Bela's room?"

Dean tugs out two wigs from the drawers and gave Sam an obvious look. "I'd say so."

I growl irritably and scratch at my head. The telephone begins to ring, causing my skin to jump before I grasp at it. I hold it to my ear. "Lottie? Sweetie, are you there?"

I hum. "Where are you?" I ask in a slightly sing-song voice.

"Two states away by now." She retorts smugly.

"Where?"

"Where's our usual quippy banter? I miss it." Bela mentions.

"I want my gun back, Bela-- Now." I say in a calm tone.

"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry-- I can't at the moment."

I hold back the scream threatening my throat. "You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?"

"What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?" She asks.

"Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons, and sell it to the highest bidder." I retort.

Bela is silent for a moment. "You know nothing about me."

"I know you're wearing that red jacket again-- the one I'm gonna kill you in." I mention.

"Tough words for a creature who can't even find me." She retorts, but I don't miss that slight tremble in her tone.

I hum smugly. "Is that-- was that a little wobble in your tone? Remember sweet heart, it doesn't take much to get past a concealment charm. Besides, I have nothing better to do."

"That's where you're wrong. You're about to be quite occupied." Bela mentions cutely. "Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?"

I jump in my skin again as the door slams open. "HANDS IN THE AIR!" I drop the phone and raise my hands just a bit, the harsh expression still on my face. "On your knees-- now!"

I growl outwardly. "That bitch--" I hiss before I'm shoved to my knees while Sam and Dean are shoved to their fronts.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, Carlotta Bellway, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at Government expense." I glare up at Henriksen as the other officer finishes off with my rights.

"Hi, guys." He chirps smugly. "It's been a while."

~*****~

I'm furious. I'm in chains, trussed up like the family pig. "Why all the sourpusses?" Dean asks impishly as we enter the police department with an escort.

"Dean." I warn. Dean makes that face he always makes when he gets scolded and shuts up.

"I'll show you to the cells." One of the cops mentions.

"Hey, hey! Watch the merchandise, she bruises easily." Dean mentions as I get tugged along. "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy." Dean says as we walk by the poor receptionist.

Sam and Dean are put in a separate cell than I am, and it immediately causes me to grimace.

"Whatcha in for?" Dean asks as he gazes at me in my cell.