Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke.

AUTHOR: FRUIT PLATY

TITLE: REDEMPTION – Chapter 3

Much to Dean's delight, the beds in the motel room had been installed with Magic Fingers. It was just the therapeutic treatment he needed after the stress of the bird poop and the angelic visit. He fished in his pockets for more quarters and, after recognising the surface of the coin with his forefinger, Dean brought it out and smirked at it.

It was then the door decided to open and Sam walked in. The younger Winchester stared at Dean for a moment, dropped his bags and quickly seized the quarter out of Dean's hands.

"Oh, come on," Dean took longer than usual to sit up. He pressed three of his fingers against his forehead and scrunched his eyes. "What's the dilemma?"

Sam sat down on the other bed, "Have you seen Castiel?"

Dean's right eyebrow rose, "Have you?"

"In the street," Sam nodded. "It was... weird."

"He is that. But why'd he come to see you?"

Sam shrugged, "It's not just Castiel, though. Dean, this might be hard to believe, but..." Sam shook his head, "Bela's back."

The sound of her name sent chills up his arms and he got a stabbing pain in his shoulders. Dean turned his head to the side and tried to process all the thoughts that were attacking his brain.

"Dean?"

He looked back at Sam. "Did you spray her with holy water?"

"I didn't quite have that on me," Sam sighed. "But I'm sure it's Bela. And I'm sure Castiel pointed her out to me."

Dean stared at his brother, "And what'd he have to say?"

"I don't know. He disappeared after he missed the garbage bin," Sam grimaced. "He had a soaked wad of tissue for some reason."

Dean grinned. Sam furrowed his brow. Dean got up from the bed and investigated the bags Sam had brought in, "Dude, the pie's squashed."

"Dean," Sam got up. "There are more pressing matters at hand."

"Okay, so..." Dean held a chocolate bar as he turned back. "The bitch is back... Cas probably wanted you to dispose of her or something."

Sam swallowed, "I'm sure he could have done that himself. Dean, you never..." He smirked. "He did speak to you, didn't he?"

Dean took a bite of the chocolate and mumbled, "I saw him."

"And...?" Sam grabbed a bottle of water from the second bag, "Did he say anything interesting?"

Swallowing the food, Dean looked to the side. "The angels have another test for me."

"What kind of test?"

"He wouldn't say."

Sam drank some of the water, and grimaced. "Maybe it has something to do with Bela."