They parked behind the building out and out of plain view of cars on the road. Dean flicked open his pocket knife and approached the door.
"Dean!" Bela called out in shock
"What?" he turned around with a look of confusion on his face, he looked at Sam who looked equally as confused.
She rolled her eyes and pulled a pin out of her hair and her hair fell down her back. She picked the lock and held it open.
Dean frowned and shrugged, and went inside, she and Sam followed close behind.
The shower in the lady's room was so nice and hot, she could have stayed in there an hour, she may have attempted to if she wasn't so sure that the Winchesters would come in after her. On second thought, maybe she should take her time. She smiled to herself. Last night Dean had stirred up something in her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She turned around and let the water hit the top of her head, her fingers chased a stream of water through her hair. Her mind danced through her memories of last night, although after her first couple of drinks at the bar, her memory had become hazy. She hoped that she didn't say anything that she would regret, or would have regretted if she could remember. He wasn't acting any differently this morning so it must have been nothing. Her mind drifted back to moment he wrapped his arms tightly around her body. Perhaps she should've made this a cold shower.
"Damn it" she rolled her eyes at herself "Stop it" she muttered out loud. "What is wrong with me? He doesn't even want you around, are you that pathetic?"
She turned off the water and walked over to the hand drier. She turned the nozzle upwards and blow-dried her hair the best she could before she heard a knock at the door.
"Hey" she heard Dean's voice call out
"Occupied" Bela called back
"You think?" Dean answered sarcastically, "We thought that you'd want a towel"
A hand peeked through the door holding a towel; she reached out and took it
"Thanks" she said suspiciously
"Yeah, yeah" the voice said as the hand slipped out of the door
She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she looked down at the towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and walked over to her pile of clothes. If she was going to be stuck with the Winchesters, she might as well do her part to make things amicable between them. Sam wouldn't be that difficult to work on, and he was going to be the more challenging one of the two. He was holding such a grudge against her. He had changed so much when she was away; there was something about him that was off. It was as though he had lost a piece of himself somewhere over the years, something innocent and hopeful. She finished getting dressed as her thoughts swam around in her head and walked over to the mirror. Her head still hurt in the aftermath of last night. She closed her eyes tightly, when she opened them again and suddenly the demon was standing behind her and the room was a deep red. Bela screamed and spun around only to find that she was alone and the room had gone back to normal. She shivered and ran quickly out of the locker room, she didn't slow down until she reached the door to the outside. The boys were already in the car.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked her leaning his head back slightly "You look like you just saw a ghost"
Bela just looked outside of her window silently
"Okay" He said sarcastically as he turned the key in the ignition and began to drive
"I don't know about you two but I'm freaking starving"
"There's a diner about ten miles west from here," Sam suggested
"That place we passed by on our way to-" Dean and Sam's conversation was drowned out by Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir", Dean must have turned up the radio when it began. She saw Dean through the corner of her eye starting to move his head to the rhythm of the song. If she didn't know him better, she would have thought he was still the same old lighthearted Dean from four years ago by the way he was dancing, but if someone where to look closely at him, they would see that he was just going through the motions.
"Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream. I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been." Dean sang along obnoxiously, Sam didn't look bothered that their conversation was cut short, or by the fact that Dean couldn't carry a tune with both hands and a bucket. She adjusted her head more towards her window so that she could no longer see him through her peripheral vision; her reflection on the glass was smiling back at her softly for an instant before turning into a hard line. Why had she been smiling?
"But not a word I heard I could relate" Dean yelled a bit too slowly so that his words overlapped with the voice on the tape.
Her heart fluttered anxiously as if to answer her previous question. Dean was making her smile. She frowned at reflection, she had promised herself never to lose control of her feelings. How could she have allowed this to happen to herself? She needed to get away but she was stuck here.
"My baby, let me take you there" Dean bellowed
"Not on your life" she whispered to herself