Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke.

AUTHOR: FRUIT PLATY

TITLE: REDEMPTION – Chapter 7

For perhaps the first time since Dean had returned, Sam had grown tired of research. He stared at the motel door, pen tapping against the table, left thumb rubbing against his cell phone. Sam's mind filled with all kinds of images of what might be happening in Bela's motel room. He scrunched his eyes and stood up, dropped the pen on the table and picked up his phone. And then he pocketed it.

Sam walked towards the door. He sighed as he reached it, and then opened it to find Castiel standing outside, leaning against the railing. The angel in the run-down trenchcoated vessel smiled at him.

"Thank you for yesterday."

"Uh," Sam swallowed. "Sure."

Castiel looked to his right, "He's telling her what happened."

Sam rested one hand on the door handle, "Did you pull her out?" He was answered with a simple nod. Sam wet his lips, "Why?"

With raised eyebrows, Castiel smiled, "Everybody needs saving, Sam."

The younger Winchester tried not to look at the angel's eyes. "But not everyone gets it."

"True. Most need to want it."

"And those that don't?"

Castiel tilted his head, "Some still do. Like your brother."

Sam sighed, "And Bela too?"

Castiel grimaced, "She has her own purpose."

"Does she know it?"

"Not completely."

Sam looked towards Bela's motel room. Almost immediately, the door opened and Dean stepped out. The older Winchester noticed Sam and Castiel and quickly poked his head back into the room, shouting: "Bela!"

Castiel shook his head, "She's not ready." He moved away from the railing and looked in the opposite direction.

Sam faced the angel again, "When will she be?"

Getting no response, Sam turned back to Dean. Confused, Dean stepped aside so that Bela could show her face. She was still dressed in those raggedy clothes. Bela took one look at Sam and his companion, and then went back inside.

"Soon," Castiel belatedly answered Sam. They both watched as Dean walked towards them.

"She found some tarot cards." Dean smiled when Castiel frowned. "It doesn't look like she's got that talent back yet."

"What does she remember?" Sam asked.

Dean swallowed, "A lot more than before, but..." He tilted his head at Castiel, "Did you give her a personality wipe or something?"

The angel smiled, "She's not the same Bela you know."

"Yeah, for now," Sam sneered, then turned to Dean. "He says she's got a purpose for being back."

Dean sighed, "I told her what mine apparently is. She laughed. Oh, and she told me that she woke up next to her gravestone. You couldn't have given me the same courtesy?"

"Sam equipped you well enough."

"I still had to drag myself out of the earth."

Castiel shrugged, "Abigail's a special case."

"And wearing the same clothes she died in," Dean pushed the motel room door open and went inside.

"Dean, what are you...?" Sam walked in after him, and then stepped back. He looked outside to find that Castiel had disappeared. Sam sighed, "Dean?"