So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?
Bela
Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?
Well, aren't you a glass half-full?
Bela
We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride.
Bela
[training a gun on Sam and Dean] Put the foot down, honey!
No. You're not gonna shoot anybody. See, I happen to be able to read people. Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not...[Bela shoots Sam] Son of a--!
Bela
Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move, and I'll pull the trigger. You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother? [aims the gun at him again] Him, I can't miss.
[pause]
What the hell is wrong with you?! You can't just go around shooting people like that!
Bela
Relax, it's just a shoulder hit! I can aim!
Oh! Forgot, we're up $46,000! I almost forgot about the.... [his pockets are empty] ....scratch tickets.
[Bela drives off and honks, she has the tickets]
Bela
[looking at the winning tickets] (chuckle)
[pause]
Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this? Huh? What, your daddy not give you enough hugs or something?
Bela
I don't know. Your daddy give you enough? Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.
Bela
[scoffs] Come on! You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer. [Dean looks over to Sam] Whereas I, on the other hand, I get paid to do a job, and I do it. So you tell me, which is healthier?
Bela, why don't you just leave? We've got work to do.
Bela
Yeah. You're "o" for two. Bang up job so far.
Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know: I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.
Bela
You don't understand.
Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. Y'see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door, an herb. Devil's Shoestring. Well there's only one use for that. Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and I took another look at your folks' obit. Turns out they died ten years ago, today. You didn't kill 'em. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela? And it's come due.
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[flashback, young Bela swinging, crying] I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost you anything for ten whole years. [her eyes glow red]
Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?
Bela
Yes.
But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.
Bela
They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.
[sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. [chuckles] Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight.
Bela
[crying] Dean, listen, I need help.
Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
Bela
I know I don't deserve it.
You know what, you're right. You don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you.
Bela
[still crying] I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean.
Bela
The demon that holds it. She holds mine, too. She says she holds every deal.
Bela
Her name's Lilith.
...Lilith? Why should I believe you?
Bela
You shouldn't, but it's the truth.
This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you tellin' me this?
Bela
Because just maybe you can kill the bitch.
[long pause] I'll see you in Hell.
[Dean hangs up on her. Bela hangs up as the clock switches to 12:00 midnight. Hellhounds howl in the background. Bela stands to look out window, and there is a crash as the Hellhounds presumably attack and scene fades to black]