#demon bela

[cryptidmax]

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[jerkxbitchx]

Dean was a demon and he was in hell but he liked to come out of hell and wreak havoc every now and then you know. But right now he was in hell and a new demon was coming and Dean heard who it was and he rubbed his hands together. Because Bela might have annoyed the hell outta him when she was a human, but she was hot. It was now his job as Crowley's second in command to teach the demon the ways of hell and whatnot. He hoped she wouldn't be as much of a pain in the ass as she was when she was alive though because if she was he might just be tempted to smite her ass.

Dean watched as she made her way through the cooridor. "Bela always knew you'd turn up here eventually." Dean smirked.

@wemadeemc0c0a

[fanfic-corner]

all i’m saying is that bela talbot as a demon could require a new vessel... and that new vessel should definitely be played by none other than lady gaga. i mean, can you IMAGINE-

[awaywarddaughter]

soldiers and knights - a demon!bela tale

It took her a long time to climb her way out. Years above; centuries down below. She’d met him there, seen him periodically through his change. Hell was vast but Lilith kept her favourites close by.

She felt her own change as the days of torture blurred into weeks, months, years. Slowly the corruption seeped through her flesh and muscles and into her bones. Darkness that she’d never felt in her human life ate at her soul, whipping her raw nerves til they bled black.

The day the angels came, she was sent to the front line. Lilith’s good little soldier. She wore her black eyes with a perverse sense of honour and as the battle raged she fell back with her garrison.

Years of one goal, one mission.

Protect him. Defend him.

Give Alistair time to break him.

Oh and he broke so pretty.

He broke long before the angels reached him, yet they still fought towards him, determined to raise him for some future purpose.

She stood by his side until the end. The irony was not lost on her, and probably not on him but she never got the chance to ask. The angels came, burning bright and bloody, and destroyed most of her troop. She was unlucky enough to survive the onslaught; Lilith and Alistair took savage pleasure in the reprimand of the soldiers who failed.

The years passed. She studied, she learned; she watched the leaders change more than once.

Then she heard whispers, rumours, that he was coming home. He was so close to his own change back then, but they got to him before it was fully complete. Now, they said, he had black eyes and a blade of bone.

She waited. They all waited.

A new whisper spread through the halls - the king had given him up. Sent him to be cured (tortured, killed; there was no cure for them) by his brother and his angel.

She gathered a command and they started the journey topside. They needed to reach him before they killed him ... they needed to protect him. Bring him home.

Heaven had taken him once before. Now, they were going to get him back.

[emptywithout]

Demon Bela

Ok so what if Bela is the one who comes back. She’s been to hell. Probably jumped off the rack sooner than Dean did. She’s probably powerful as all fuck, as conniving as she was.

Perhaps she’s the one Sam will allow to be the new ruler of Hell.

[jerkxbitchx]

[Reckless] (for dream from bela)

RECKLESS ] for an adrenaline-filled hug during or after an adventure.

Dean and Bela had just killed a demon that had betrayed Crowley and Dean was full of Adreneline after the kill and he grabbed Bela and hugged her and swingged her around. "I don't know why I worried about you." Dean told her.

[kurtkunkleismybbg]

So in THiTR, Meg plays less of a role than she does in canon, simply because she doesn't interact with the boys (Or Zephyr) as much if at all. So I was thinking...

We all know Bela goes to Hell, right? And in canon she's never heard from again.

What if instead of working with Meg, the boys work with Bela?

She's a master thief, great at gathering intel, and great at manipulating people. Maybe she escapes Hell because she doesn't get her hands dirty even for her own freedom. Or maybe she hacks up just enough people to allow her to leave.

Through it all, she retains her humanity, because meeting a Winchester (even before death) just sorta changes you in an irrevocable way.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

It was a desperate, pointless gesture. There wasn’t a demon left who’d do business with a Winchester. But Dean had to try; he had to try. Sam was unconscious in the passenger seat beside him, skin sickly pale and faintly tinted blue. Dean had to keep reaching over and checking to be sure if he was still breathing. The pulse under his fingertips felt weak and sluggish, ceasing for long seconds before flitting back sporadically and dying down.

Sammy was dying. He was dying, and Dean didn’t know how to fix it.

There were angels falling and he didn’t know what was going on with Cas, but he couldn’t think about that now, there was enough to worry about with Sam. Save Sam, then worry about Cas.

It was raining, heavy drops sliding beneath his collar and wetting his neck. Droplets clung to his eyelashes, and the salty tinge on his tongue let him know that it wasn’t only rain dripping down his cheeks. He waited and he waited, eyes darting between Sam and the spot on the muddy, dirt road the demon should appear. Sam’s head rolled to one side in the car and Dean was moving back to him without thought when a voice rang out behind him “Am I fashionably late?”

“You’re way past that.” Dean turned to face the demon. “Bela. Why am I not surprised?”

It was definitely Bela; the hair was shorter with bangs framing her face, the clothes weren’t as pricey, and she was a little older, but it was same body she had as a human. Dean didn’t care to ponder how she managed to worm her way into that. She flashed a smile and her eyes went black. “The last time this many angels fell from the sky they were coming to drag you from Hell.”

No matter how many times Dean saw the black eyes, it was always unnerving to see them on someone you knew as human. Bela was no exception. Her eyes returned to their normal green and a wry smile slid over her face. “Could’ve gave a girl a lift on your way out.”

“You weren’t what I’d call a priority.”

A soft, mirthless laugh slipped past Bela’s lips. “No, I suppose not. Given our history.”

“You tried to kill Sam.” Dean said gruffly. It was the thing he told himself down in the Pit, watching Bela get torn apart. He could still hear the hiss of Alastair’s voice, feel his hot, rancid breath on his ear, feel his hands moving over his face in a mockery of a caress. Those hands that held him still and made him watch as Bela screamed and pleaded for mercy while Alastair whispered in his ear that it was his fault she was here, he could have saved her. Didn’t he know why she was here, why she made her deal? She asked for his help, but he left her to die.

“You more than made up for it.”

Her eyes were hard on his and Dean looked away, shoving his hands in his pocket. “We gonna do this thing or not?”

“Let me guess, Sam’s in trouble and you need me to make it go away.”

Dean grit his teeth, but didn’t say anything. Bela walked closer to him, until there was little space between them. “A Winchester making a deal for another Winchester. Some things never change.”

“Can you fix him or not?”

Bela shrugged lightly. “On certain conditions.”

“Ten years, you get my soul. This ain’t my first rodeo.”

Bela scoffed, a short, high laugh following behind it. “Ten years? As often as you boys die? I grant I’ll see you before then. But your soul? That’s just standard; I want something else. Something you can do for me.”

“Same old Bela.”

“I assume you have Crowley.”

“There’s this saying about people who assume things.”

Bela smiled brightly. “There’s this saying in Hell; when something goes wrong, blame the Winchesters.”

“So what, you want an exchange? Him for Sam?”

“No. A little birdy tells me you’re trying to turn him human.” Said Bela, hands coming rest on the lapels of Dean’s jacket. She looked up coyly through her lashes, a quirk of a smile on her face. “I want you to succeed.”

Dean scoffed. “You want to rule Hell.”

“I want to rule Hell.”