Disclaimer: All characters belong to Eric Kripke.
AUTHOR: FRUIT PLATY
TITLE: REDEMPTION – Chapter 11
"Well...?"
"He's just sitting there."
"I could go out the window. You'd just have to hide the body."
Sam turned around, "Ha."
Ruby tossed the beer bottle in the bin. "Is the bitch with him?"
"Sleeping, I think."
"And he's just watching her?" Ruby walked towards the curtained window.
"Hey, don't..."
"Relax," she quickly peeked outside. "Gee, they must've really bonded downstairs."
Sam grabbed the curtain, "You think so?" He swallowed, and let the curtain go. "He just looked this way. You should go to the bathroom."
"You're terribly jumpy today, Sam. Feeling guilty?"
"I just don't want you... I don't want anything to happen..."
"Aw," Ruby smiled.
"Come on, Bela." Dean poked her shoulder, "Wakey, wakey."
She opened her eyes and stared at the window. She yawned, turned to Dean and smirked, "Wakey, wakey?"
"You can sleep in your room," he got out of the car and moved to her side, but Bela already had her boots on the ground. "Okay, good. You got the key?"
She stood up, took the key out of her pocket and jangled it before him.
"Right. Well, you can go inside. I just have to check on Sa—" he caught her before her head hit the hood of the car. "Whoa!"
"Sorry," Bela pushed against Dean's chest as she tried to gain her footing again. "I don't know... I think I need to rest or eat some more."
"I'll get you to your room."
"My, she's quite the actress!" Ruby shook her head. "Well, he's going away now. I think I'll exit by the normal route."
Sam opened the door slowly, "Just let me check first." Poking his head outside, he saw Dean's right foot disappear into a room three doors to his left. There was a short thump, and then Sam felt Ruby's fingers poking his arm. "Okay," he stepped aside.
Ruby smiled up at him as she walked past, "Just let him deal with this Sam. I don't think there's any point in arguing about it. If she dupes him, she dupes him. And then you'll have been right all along." She turned right, and gave a short wave, "Don't use it unless you have to."
"I think I really need to eat," Bela sat down on the bed. She glanced at the pillows and quickly turned one over. Bela covered her hand to cough, swallowed, and then looked at her palm. She swung her legs onto the bed, moved to sit on the pillow and rested her back against the wall. Coughing again, she wiped her hand on her jersey, "And maybe some beer."
Dean passed her the bag of fruit and chocolate bars, "Sam's got the beer. I'll just go down..."
Bela put the bag on the other side of the bed, "Oh, don't worry." She began taking off her boots.
"No, worry. I'll just..."
Bela coughed again, "Please don't." She dropped the boots on the floor.
Dean sat on the bed near her socked feet. He sniffed the air, "I'm sure he'd have some cologne though. Freshen up the place." He watched her shift to her right, and swallowed as she crawled towards him like a cat. Then she knelt beside him. Her hair – not so messy now – caressed her cheeks, and her eyes... Dean's shoulders relaxed when he saw how tired she seemed. "You should rest."
She grabbed his left hand, "But stay with me. I see Hell sometimes. It hurts." She moved back to the pillow and rested her head upon it, "I want to wake up." Bela sighed, coughed again, and closed her eyes.
Dean watched her as he stood. He looked around the room and noticed the banana peel, still on the table and very black. He picked it up and walked to the door.
He listened to the noises within the room: the faint ticking of a clock, the hum of the bar fridge, a slight buzz from the TV, and the slow, gentle breaths of the sleeping Bela. Dean turned back to her as he opened the door; a brief creak accompanied the short gust of wind that swept past the room. Dean winced, looked down both ends of the porch and dropped the banana peel on the ground.
He then felt the vibrations of his cell phone. "Sam," he whispered.
