𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
let's be legendary

DEAN AND ARIA walked up porch steps, her hand in his. They climbed the tall stairs onto the porch. A handwritten sign read: "No solicitors, that means you! No asking for donations. No selling ANYTHING!"

Aria pursed her lips and glanced at Dean, shrugging innocently as she reached forward to ring the buzzer, at the same time he banged on the door.

A camera moved its lens on them.

"What?" An angry voice booked through the intercom.

"Hi, uh, Rufus?" Dean asked unsure, glancing at Aria who simply shrugged.

"Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?"

"Uh, I'm Dean Winchester, this is Aria. We're friends of Bobby Singer's." Dean's tightened his hold on Aria's hand.

"So?"

"You called him this morning."

"So?"

"Uh..." Aria swallowed, completely facing the camera, "...you told Bobby about a British chick who made contact with you."

"And so?"

Aria sighed, annoyed. He reminded her too much of Derek Hale right now. "You know where she is?"

"Yeah."

"Great." Dean smiled. "Could you tell us where we could find her?"

"No."

"Course not," Dean mumbled, frowning deeply, also annoyed. "Look, Rufus, man–"

The door opened and out stepped a tall black man with an angry expression on his face.

"Look, let me point something out to you. You are knocking at my door, so don't "Look, man" me. I'm not your man," he said harshly, staring them both down, his expression not wavering.

"We're sorry, sir," Aria instantly apologized for Dean.

"All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end."

Aria discretely sent Dean an amused look."Okay, yeah, if you could just tell us where she is, it would be great, and I would totally be grateful," she told Rufus, standing as tall as she could seeing as she looked like a small child compared to both him and Dean.

Rufus looked down at her, expression not wavering much except for the eyebrow raise. "Aria, right?" She nodded in reply, gulping slightly, intimidated. "Aria, do I look like I'm here to help you?"

"I'm gonna say no?" Aria said but it sounded more like a question.

"Then get the hell of my property!" He spat.

Aria jumped a little, giving Dean a wide eyed look.

"All right, yeah, fair enough. I got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh, this bottle of scotch, and... uh," Dean held up the box of scotch. "–is this considered good?"

Rufus looked to the box then back to them, smiling.

Aria's shoulder sagged in relief.

Finally progress.

DEAN AND RUFUS had glasses of the scotch as Aria had a thing of coffee that probably has some alcohol in it. Who knows? She didn't care, if anything it helped ease her worries.

"Bottoms up."

They clicked glasses and drank it.

Aria allowed a forced smile, taking a sip of her coffee.

"You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the Gods, I'm telling you," Rufus told them, smiling which was kind of weird to see on a tough man like him.

"Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey comes from a plastic jug." They both laughed. "So, Bela was here because..." Dean trialed off.

"She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up."

Aria leaned forward, set her coffee down and looked Rufus in the eyes. "Where is she now?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Aria nodded.

"Your boy here got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?"

Aria made a surprised noise and leaned back. "How do you know about that?" She glanced at Dean who looked just as surprised at the fact a man they don't really know, knows about his time limit.

Rufus leaned forward, "Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people."

The way he was looking at Aria, it was as if he knew everything about her. She squirmed slightly in her seat, feeling exposed, vulnerable. Almost like... she shook her head, wanting to rid herself of those memories.

"Is that so?"

"I know ain't no peashooter gonna save him," Rufus spoke, looking directly at Dean.

"What makes you so sure?" Dean asked him, setting his jaw.

"Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming."

Aria gulped, looking down as she wrung her hands, sadly knowing what he was saying was right.

"Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?"

"I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive." He smirked and rose his glass again. "But you won't."

WHEN BELA ENTERED the room, Aria was instantly on her, pushing her against the door, arm laid across her throat and gun at her face. "Where's the Colt?" She demanded, eyes narrowed in anger and frustration, and... desperation.

"Aria," Bela breathed out, eyes gliding around Aria's features.

"No extra words," Dean interrupted, coming up from behind Aria, tense.

"It's long gone, across the world by now."

Aria pushed on her throat, jaw clenching. "You're lying!" She yanked Bela's bag away from her and threw it to Dean who instantly started to rummage through it.

"I'll call the buyer. Speak Farsi?" Bela spoke sarcastically, so full of herself, thinking she got the upper hand.

"Actually, I do." Aria grinned and pulled her closer, hands searching her body for her gun.

Bela's eyes widened and she grunted, "What the hell are you–"

Aria pushed her away from her, holding the confiscated gun up to her face. "Don't flatter yourself," the little Argent rolled her eyes. She glanced at Dean who started rummaging throughout the whole room now, after realizing the Colt wasn't in Bela's bag. She reached over and flicked the light switch on, gun still point directly between Bela's eyes. "Don't move," she demanded before moving closer to Dean to help him look.

"I told you I don't have it," Bella huffed, agitated.

"Oh, yeah, I'm definitely gonna take your word for it," Dean retorted.

They turned their backs to her but as Aria heard a small click, she fired her gun, turning with a smirk when the bullet barely missed Bela's head. "I said don't move," she repeated before going back to rummaging the room.

"It's gone," Bela huffed out once more. "Get on a plane if you must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually." Aria threw a purse down onto the bed and turned to Bella, gun to her head. "Are you going to kill me, Aria?" She rose her brows, not impressed by Aria's tough act. "Just cause you got one demon ride, doesn't make you the cold blooded type."

Aria's heart rate picked up at that one sentence, before she straightened her shoulders. "

"You mean like you?" Aria rhetorically asked, licking her lips. "That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents," she commented, tilting her head at the older woman.

Her face slacked a little in shock before she gathered herself. "I don't know what you're talking–"

"Yes, you do," Dean interrupted her, moving closer to stand directly behind Aria. "You were, what, fourteen? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...Oh, I'm sorry, Abby...inheriting millions."

"How did you even–"

"Doesn't matter."

"They were lovely people. And I killed them." She stepped forward, her face close to Aria's. "And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you." Her face was millimeters from Aria's now.

Aria shoved her against the door roughly. "You make me sick," she told her honestly.

"Likewise," She whispered, staring into Aria's eyes.

Aria took a step back, rose her gun; Bela closed her eyes. The Argent girl stopped as she saw something hanging above the door. Glancing back at Dean, she noted that he also spotted it. He made eye contact with her and subtly shook his head. She nodded and clicked the safety on, lowering the gun; Bela opened her eyes to stare at her in — what? Shock, possibly. But also, desperation, or something close to it... pleading.

"You're not worth it," Aria spat, pushed her aside, and gripped Dean's hand before quickly leaving.

ONCE THE REALIZED WHAT was happening with Bela, Aria and Dean was quick to get back to Sam, make sure he doesn't do something dumb.

They were currently in the Impala, and Dean was calling Sam; phone on speaker.

"Dean? Aria?" Sam's voice filtered through the phone.

Dean pursed his lips, "yeah."

"Did you get the Colt?"

"What do you think?" Dean grumbled, glancing at Aria as she shifted closer to him, a blanket on her lap because she got a little cold.

"So, does that mean Bela is, uh..."

"Sadly no," Aria grumbled, leaning closer to Dean, shoulder to shoulder, feet propped up on the seat. Honestly, she's surprised Dean hasn't yelled at her for her feet being up in Baby's seats. "Couldn't do it even though she deserves it."

Sam swallowed, "Dean..."

Dean sighed, blinking rapidly, "I'm really screwed, Sammy."

Sam sighed, "No, you're just..."

"But you were right," Dean stated, "Bela was a goose chase. The Colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam."

Aria refuses to believe that. She isn't going to give up on Dean. He wouldn't give up on her if she was in his shoes.

"Maybe not. Look, Dean, I found Benton's cabin."

Aria gasped lightly and moved closer — if that was even possible at this point seeing as she's practically in Dean's lap. "Are you okay?!"

"Was he there?" Dean rasped out, hoping his brother is okay.

"Yeah," was all that Sam said.

"Well," Aria asked, dragging out the 'l', "what happened? Did you kill him?"

"No."

Aria and Dean blinked at the one word reply.

Dean breathed through his nose before asking, "What do you mean, "no"?

Sam sighed, and Aria pictures him rubbing his brows in frustration, "Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula."

"What, the live-forever formula?"

"Yeah."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?"

Sam seemed almost happy as he spoke, "No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but..."

"Wait, wait, wait," he flailed his arm that was suppose to be on the steering wheel, before placing it back on it. "What are...What are you saying? You think..."

"Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've h*t a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you."

"Okay, so, this formula..."

"But, doesn't he have to keep getting body parts from people, meaning... killing then?" Aria asked, frowning deeply.

Sam sighed, "Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get—" a gasping and groaning noise could suddenly be heard, along with a thud.

"Sam?!" Aria shouted, panicking, sharing a wide-eyed look with Dean.

"Sammy?!"

DEAN AND ARIA approached Doctor Benton from behind as he tried to scoop out Sam's eye. They rose their guns up, clicked off the safety, and started shooting him.

They paused their shooting for a second, giving him enough time to turn around and face them slowly.

Aria breathed out in relief to see Sam still alive, panicking but alive.

"Shoot all you want," Doctor Benton stated as he approached them; Dean shot at him resulting in him being thrown backwards. Aria was quick to ran towards him and plunged a knife into his chest. He started laughing and threw her backwards. "A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one."

"Good," Aria rasped out, standing up. "It should be pumping nice and strong." She held up a bottle of chloroform, "Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it."

He blinked and then fell to the ground in a heap.

Aria turned around to stare at Sam, tsking.

AFTER BURYING DOCTOR BENTON in a fridge that is locked down with chains, and his book of immortality, the trio was back on the road.

Aria pulled out her phone and called the motel room that they were just in. Once she heard the phone being answered, she sung out, "hiya, Bella." She grinned. "A little tip for next time, maybe try not to pick pocket a pick pocketer because... well, I felt your dainty fingers in my back pocket when you swiped the motel receipt."

"You don't understand."

Aria looked to the brothers, placing the phone on speaker. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, Dean and I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door. A herb." She glanced to Dean; forgetting the name of it.

Dean reached over and grabbed the phone, "Devil's shoestring? There's only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay. So you know what we did, we 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," he explained, smirking.

"Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul?" Aria questioned.

Bela breathed out, "Yes."

"But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing."

"They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam," She told they, and they glanced to Sam who made a face.

"Really! Wow, demons untrustworthy. Shocker," Aria responded sarcastically.

"That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too – what time is it? Well, look at that, almost midnight," Dean mused.

A sob was heard, "Aria, listen, I need help," she cried, and honestly, Aria feels her stomach and heart clenching at the sound of the woman crying. But there was nothing they could do now. Bela is the one that screwed them over, she is her own undoing.

"Sweetheart, we are weeks past help," Dean retorted.

"I know I don't deserve it," she sniffed.

"You know what, you're right, you don't. But, you wanna know something, Bela? If you had just come to us, and asked us for help, we would've," Aria explained angrily. "We could've used the Colt."

"I know, and saved yourselves. I know about Dean's deal."

Aria looked to Dean who was shocked. "And who told you that?"

"The Demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She said she holds every deal."

"She?"

"Her name's Lilith."

Aria's breath hitched, glancing over at the brothers with wide eyes. "Lilith?" She asked breathlessly.

"Why should we believe you?"

"You shouldn't, but it's the truth."

"This can't help you," Dean stated, sounding annoyed, "Bela, not now. Why you telling us this?"

"Because just maybe you can kill the bitch."

"I'll see you in hell," Dean said, no emotion on his face as he stared out of the window, hanging up.

Aria sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him from behind. "We'll try to fix this, Dean," she told him softly. He hummed, but didn't say anything.