Supernatural2005

Dean Winchester:
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 Talbot:
You don't understand.

Dean Winchester:
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. [pause] Holding Hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did? I went back and took another look at your folks obit, turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due.

Lilith:
[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]

Dean Winchester:
Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?

Bela Talbot:
Yes.

Dean Winchester:
But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.

Bela Talbot:
They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.

Dean Winchester:
[sarcastic] Really. Wow. Demons, untrustworthy. Huh. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too, uh, what time is it? Oh, look at that! Almost midnight.

Bela Talbot:
[crying] Dean, listen, I need help.

Dean Winchester:
Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.

Bela Talbot:
I know I don't deserve it.

Dean Winchester:
You know what, you're right. You don't. But you know what the b*tch 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 Talbot:
[still crying] I know, and saved yourself. [pause] I know about your deal, Dean.

Dean Winchester:
And who told you that?

Bela Talbot:
The demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She says she holds every deal.

Dean Winchester:
She?

Bela Talbot:
Her name is Lilith.

Dean Winchester:
...Lilith? Why should I believe you?

Bela Talbot:
You shouldn't, but it's the truth.

Dean Winchester:
This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you tellin' me this?

Bela Talbot:
Because just maybe you can kill the b*tch.

Dean Winchester:
[long pause] I'll see you in Hell. [he hangs up on her]

[Dial tone. 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]