You knew demons better than almost anyone else you'd ever met. Exorcisms? You can get them done in a tennie. Summonings? Who, where, and why's all you need. Breaking the eventual deal that came from occasional summoning? You'll try all you can. And people asked. Quite often.

Being as well-known as you are among hunters, you've heard of Bela Talbot. Hell, you'd even sold her your supply of angelica on occasion (hunters need to eat too!)

She had a reputation of ripping the shirt off your back if it meant she could sell the fabric to the highest bidder. An income source for some, a 'con woman bitch' to others. Last you heard, she was with the Winchesters.

You were in some shitty motel near Lincoln. You were tired. Those Winchester boys had opened a long-closed gate, and you were up to your ears in possession cases. You practically had your hand on the phone waiting for someone to call.

What you got instead was a knock on the door.

You grabbed a rifle and kept it close as you approached the door. Every window was lined in white sage and salt, but that didn't protect against everything. You peered through the dirty motel peephole to see... Bela. Huh.

Her hair was nearly curled as always, clipped back so only a few strands went on front of her ears. She seemed almost... nervous? You weren't good with faces. She was looking away at something, which you realized was a bag when you opened the door a crack to stare at her, gun still in hand.

"Ah, hello!" she chirped as she turned to greet you, plastering a smile on her face. A gun wouldn't bother someone like her.

"I need your help. With a deal I've made, specifically," she said with a slight waver in her voice. "I'll make it worth your while. Whatever you want, I'll get it."