Ok I know I should be updating "I've just seen a face" instead but I couldn't help myself. This idea just popped into my head and I couldn't get rid of it. I hope my muse doesn't go away and I'm going to take the risk of posting this for now and see what you guys think. I know it probably has lots of grammar spelling but bare with me it was late at night when I wrote this. Enjoy lol

Chapter 1:

It was dark all around the room. The soft sound of the rain falling against her window made her wake up from her dream. Although she wasn't so sure it was a dream but a nightmare actually. She looked around confused and sweating, breathing heavily she looked around and found herself in a small motel room, all dark and raining outside. She looked at her hands not knowing exactly why, perhaps it was a way to assure herself that she was ok and there was not marks on her wrists or body as her nightmare made her believe. She was dressed in a white gown as her hair fell down her shoulders in well shaped curls. She could almost swear this was the first time she woke up looking so good, not that she remembered exactly. Her head was a mess full of images that didn't make sense to her and all she could think about was what was she doing in this place? And better yet, why?

Three knocks in the door made her jump on bed surprised at first, and as the knocks kept going she wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer the door or not. She climbed off of bed slowly and approaching the door she placed her hand on the knob and opened up facing two men. One tall, dark and blue eyes that she found so peaceful and beautiful. The other shorter, low hair cut and staring at her with an expression that made her almost regret the fact of opening the door.

"You've got to be kidding me".

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Dean was angry, no he was more than just angry he was furious. He couldn't believe what Castiel was saying to him. Bela was back? Bela the biggest pain in his ass Bela, the reason that made him almost get a heart attack many times in a row Bela. He knew the pit was literally hell and he didn't wish that suffering not even to his worst enemy, well perhaps maybe the bastards that tortured him down there, but they were meant for that place anyways. But he didn't wish for Bela to be back on his life either. Castiel swore to him that he didn't need to be part of this and it was just a temporary help but Dean knew better. Once he saw Bela again all that anger and regrets of not killing her from the past would come bouncing right back into him and he didn't know he would be able to control himself. 'Dean, listen I need help' those words resounded on his head as he drove all the way towards the nearest motel where Castiel was waiting for him. She was probably going to be angry at him, and looking like hell after coming back from well…hell! Angry for not saving her on time. Angry for him being one of the people who made her soul suffer while she was in the pit. But he didn't care. He couldn't care. It's not like she didn't deserve all those things after all.

He shook his head trying to shrug all the guilty feelings from himself and for the time wishing to see her because he now knew that the moment he did he would actually remember the reasons why he hated her so much in the first place.

When he finally arrived to the place he asked on the front desk for the keys of room 609, with the excuse that his sister was waiting there for him to come and pick her up, just as Castiel have asked him to. The old man looked at him suspicious but he didn't ask as he gave him the keys and Dean made his way towards the room. It was all dark and raining outside and there was not soul nearby. Dean wondered if Castiel was ever going to show up when he felt a voice coming from behind him making him jump.

"Damn Cass! You have to work in that sneaky off behind people's back thing of yours. You know I may be alive now but you can kill anyone of a heart attack that way"

"She's waiting"

Castiel said not paying attention to Dean's comment. His words made Dean swallow hard as he stared at the door in front of him. He was about to use the keys that were given to him but Castiel stopped him holding his hand.

"No! If you do that you will scare her…we have to do this properly"

Dean looked at him confused. He couldn't understand why Castiel was worrying so much about Bela, it's not like she was some sort of angel all of the sudden. But he knew better than to go against his word so he just nodded and knocked on the door three times waiting for some kind of response as Castiel seemed to keep his eyes on the door. If he could shoot fire from his eyes there would be a hole in the door by now, Dean thought. As he knocked a couple of times more he was caught off by surprise when the door suddenly opened. And there she was standing in a white gown, her hair looking as if she had just comeback from the beauty salon, her eyes sparkling in the dark and-Dean almost feared to say- so beautiful that he couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be Bela, not looking like this, it wasn't fair he was expecting to find rage in her eyes, and angry words but all he could see written all over her face was confusion and fear and that's when he said it, the first words coming to his mind, breaking the silence that surrounded them.

"You've got to be kidding me"