The lack of things to do was making Bela feel lost. Bela was someone who was motivated by ambition, striving to be the best in all things possible, and when that was stripped away from her, she found that she was simply unremarkable. Even her outfits didn't make her feel better in the slightest. Bela made her way to the fridge, quickly making her lunch; a simple salad and lemonade. She brushed her hair out of her eyes before picking up her meal, heading to the dining room. She couldn't help the eyeroll when she saw Dean, aware of how much he disliked her. In other scenarios, she would have been happy to spar with him in a duel of words, but she wanted a quiet day for herself. "Dean." It was as much of a greeting as she was going to give him, provided he didn't immediately call her a bitch and annoy her into responding.
"I'm not going to fight you, I just want to eat my salad and then fuck off to the pool or something." At least she had waved the metaphorical white flag first; it was up to Dean to see how he responded.