Bela Talbot

My name is Bela, if you were too dense to see that at the top of the page. If you're looking to buy occult objects, I'm probably just the girl you're looking for. Charms, hexes, voodoo, weapons, whatever you're looking for - if I don't already have it, I more than likely know someone I can steal it from. If you offer me the right price, that is. I'm also working with Sam Winchester, shocking, I know, but if you need a hunter, we're more than willing to lend you a hand (prices are negotiable).
I'm currently a resident in a place called Pandora - no, I don't know where it is or how I got here, but it's better than Hell.

Keeping a low profile for the time being.

Dean Winchester on his hands and knees in my hotel room with a shotgun. Sounds like a good time.

And to think, Dean Winchester thought I was stupid.

noshootinginpublic:

-resumes cheery tone- You really think I’m joking?

I do, yes.

-calmly- Well, -pauses to lick my lips- I’ll talk to you later then. Or maybe I won’t.

(Source: deanismybitch)

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

Now, if you stop whining about your petty desires to kill me - which, let me remind you, you never go through with anyway - I have more important things to do than listen to your pathetic threats.

I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. We’re making no moves forward. I still think you did something to me. You admitted it yourself. So when I do call you over something. You better pray I don’t find you.

Don’t worry. I already pray everyday that I won’t have the displeasure of running into you somewhere - sometimes more than once.

Stop playing with my emotions, Bela. WHAT did you do to me? Stop avoiding this subject!

Playing with your emotions, Dean? I’m sorry. Does it offend you that I don’t like you? Try not to cry too much; I don’t really like anyone.

You know. I can play this little game as long as you want. However. I will start doing research on that little egg thing you gave me.

Well, if you’re going to by a whiny little girl about it, I might as well tell you that you won’t find much on it. A witch personally cursed it for one of my clients, but he found out, and then he gave it to me. I could have sold it, but I thought you would enjoy it much more than anyone else. Good job, touching it, by the way. Did you really think I would let you steal something else of mine that could have been worth that much money?

… What? You purposely cursed me? What is the curse? What does it do? And touched it is what cursed me? Fuck you, Bela. Just, fuck you. 

When and where, Honey? You might want to get here fast since you probably won’t have much energy after the next few days - and I definitely don’t want that angry sex after you’re dead.

Dead? What?

You really think I’d let you keep getting in my way, Dean? There’s not enough room for both of us in this business. You still have some time though; I don’t really know how much exactly, but some. -deadpans- I guess it’s my turn to tell you I’ll see you in Hell.

You had me going there for a minute, Bela. I’d say your jokes need some work, though.

-resumes cheery tone- You really think I’m joking?

(Source: deanismybitch)

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

Now, if you stop whining about your petty desires to kill me - which, let me remind you, you never go through with anyway - I have more important things to do than listen to your pathetic threats.

I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. We’re making no moves forward. I still think you did something to me. You admitted it yourself. So when I do call you over something. You better pray I don’t find you.

Don’t worry. I already pray everyday that I won’t have the displeasure of running into you somewhere - sometimes more than once.

Stop playing with my emotions, Bela. WHAT did you do to me? Stop avoiding this subject!

Playing with your emotions, Dean? I’m sorry. Does it offend you that I don’t like you? Try not to cry too much; I don’t really like anyone.

You know. I can play this little game as long as you want. However. I will start doing research on that little egg thing you gave me.

Well, if you’re going to by a whiny little girl about it, I might as well tell you that you won’t find much on it. A witch personally cursed it for one of my clients, but he found out, and then he gave it to me. I could have sold it, but I thought you would enjoy it much more than anyone else. Good job, touching it, by the way. Did you really think I would let you steal something else of mine that could have been worth that much money?

… What? You purposely cursed me? What is the curse? What does it do? And touched it is what cursed me? Fuck you, Bela. Just, fuck you. 

When and where, Honey? You might want to get here fast since you probably won’t have much energy after the next few days - and I definitely don’t want that angry sex after you’re dead.

Dead? What?

You really think I’d let you keep getting in my way, Dean? There’s not enough room for both of us in this business. You still have some time though; I don’t really know how much exactly, but some. -deadpans- I guess it’s my turn to tell you I’ll see you in Hell.

(Source: deanismybitch)

OneRepublic

—Good Life

jaahnio:

Good Life | OneRepublic

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

hell-houndonmytrail:

noshootinginpublic:

Now, if you stop whining about your petty desires to kill me - which, let me remind you, you never go through with anyway - I have more important things to do than listen to your pathetic threats.

I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. We’re making no moves forward. I still think you did something to me. You admitted it yourself. So when I do call you over something. You better pray I don’t find you.

Don’t worry. I already pray everyday that I won’t have the displeasure of running into you somewhere - sometimes more than once.

Stop playing with my emotions, Bela. WHAT did you do to me? Stop avoiding this subject!

Playing with your emotions, Dean? I’m sorry. Does it offend you that I don’t like you? Try not to cry too much; I don’t really like anyone.

You know. I can play this little game as long as you want. However. I will start doing research on that little egg thing you gave me.

Well, if you’re going to by a whiny little girl about it, I might as well tell you that you won’t find much on it. A witch personally cursed it for one of my clients, but he found out, and then he gave it to me. I could have sold it, but I thought you would enjoy it much more than anyone else. Good job, touching it, by the way. Did you really think I would let you steal something else of mine that could have been worth that much money?

… What? You purposely cursed me? What is the curse? What does it do? And touched it is what cursed me? Fuck you, Bela. Just, fuck you. 

When and where, Honey? You might want to get here fast since you probably won’t have much energy after the next few days - and I definitely don’t want that angry sex after you’re dead.

(Source: deanismybitch)