Who: Bela Talbot What: Job for Lucifer Where: Warehouse Downtown Lawrence Rating: TBD Status: In Progress, (To tie up the story of the last Dean and reset things for the new one.)
"I'm very sorry Dean"
The shot came quickly, muffled by the silencer of her gun and Dean had looked so unawares. Shocked, and of course, furious, He'd fallen in a strange arch and Bela had watched him crumple, terrified. He was dead. She'd done it, she'd actually killed Dean Winchester. Bela's hands shook as she knelt by the body, still checking the pulse, gone as it was. The silencer had muffled the shot, the shot had been deadly accurate, and Dean...He'd looked so surprised. Just shocked that he had been caught out for trusting her again. And her lie had gotten to her there was no denying that. She'd told him Gordon Walker was back, begged for him to help her, and Dean being Dean, hero to the end. He'd turned up, wary of her, of what she had done to them oh so many times before, and this time was no different. Once again, Bela Talbot was ready to betray the one man that might have actually brought some good to her life if she'd let him and his brother help her years back. But she hadn't and there was no sense dwelling on past mistakes. It had been so simple to lure him in, wait for him to drop his guard just for that one split second that was long enough, and then she'd shot. No hesitation. No letting him talk, he'd talk her out of it, that was of course the way of things with these boys, they'd make you feel like they could fix any issue, any problem. No problem was too complicated to work a way out of, even if it was huge
Even if it was Lucifer.
But this wasn't fixable, not when the devil himself held your contract. Not when he could choose you at any moments notice to do anything he so desired, and he had desired Dean dead, for whatever the reason. Bela had no choice but to deliever. She didn't want to be a demon. She knew what those were, how they were fashioned and she had no wish for that kind of a life. Bela was accustomed to the finer things in life, and this one act. Killing a man she didn't even like very much, she could do this one thing and maybe, just maybe Lucifer would be grateful. Maybe he'd leave her be, set her up with wealth again. Let her live the life she enjoyed so much. So Bela busied herself clearing the crime scene, removing any evidance targetting the killing to her, wondering if Dean had even bothered to tell anyone where he was going. Probably not, and even if he had they couldn't proove anything.
She'd determined he was dead. Good enough, and now she was ready to leave. getting the hell out of dodge right now seemed prefrable to any other option she might have had.Her part was done, at least for now.
"I really am sorry" she told the corpse as she walked past and out the back door she'd left open for this purpose exactly. Escape. She supposed she needed to.