Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke.

AUTHOR: FRUIT PLATY

TITLE: REDEMPTION – Chapter 10

Dean stood with his foot holding the door of the ladies toilets ajar. He listened to the muffled noises coming from one of the stalls, and peered outside every thirty seconds or so. His car keys jangled as he fidgeted with them. He blinked at the sound of a grunt some feet away, and then sighed when he heard the clink of the cubicle lock. A familiar sounding cough came next – she'd done a few of those in the past five minutes – and then footsteps shuffled towards him.

He looked her up and down; it was obvious he had no idea what her size was.

"They're a bit big," Bela pulled at the sleeves of the jersey. She looked down at the black slacks, "I hope the cord holds. I had to tear up my shirt to get something like a belt."

Dean gave a sheepish grin, "Sorry. But at least you could get into them."

"And out again."

"Uh..." Dean gritted his teeth and opened the door wider.

"Don't worry," Bela stepped in front of him. "Hell makes hot angry sex seem less appealing." She smirked and then slipped outside.

Dean's lips went dry as they separated for a few moments. He swallowed, and looked around the room. The plastic bag with Bela's torn clothes was on a basin. He picked it up, and moved towards the door, almost grasping the handle when it was opened by a tall blonde elderly woman. They gaped at each other at first, and then Dean narrowly avoided the handbag as he scrambled his way out of the room.

"Pervert!" the woman's voice travelled the whole length of Dean's run to the other side of the kiosk where Bela was shoddily stifling a laugh. She dropped her hand and let the giggles continue as Dean, doing his absolute best not to smile, took hold of her arm and led her through the park.

When they were nearing the carpark, Bela turned to him. "So, your angel friend sent you here?"

"Castiel," Dean nodded. "You should meet him. Nice guy."

"Was he the one that yanked me out too?"

As they reached the Impala, Dean let go of her. "Probably," he took out the keys and unlocked the passenger door. "He likes surprises."

Bela patted his cheek, "Then where is he?"

"Uh," he pulled up the button for the rear door. "That's the question of the... year."

"Flying around, polishing his halo?" Bela smirked.

"Believe me. It took a lot of convincing," Dean opened the rear door. "In you go." He dropped the plastic bag on the passenger seat and moved around to the driver's side.

Bela sniffed the air as she sat down and then scrunched her face. She got up quickly, shut the door and opened the passenger door. Dean's brow was furrowed as she pushed the bag to the floor and sat down. She closed the door and pulled on the seatbelt, "It had a disgraceful pungency to it."

"A what?"

"And I got a flash of something red and dirty as I sat there. Reminded me of..." Bela shook her head, "So I'm sitting here."

Dean shrugged and turned the ignition on.