Dean shook his head. "No. I don't think we will. At least, I hope not." He felt himself moving away from the door, moving back closer to her and the bed.
Dean had to force himself to think of Bela as her, still - and he hoped she was paying him the same courtesy. It would've been harder if she still didn't look so much like herself. Even as a guy, she kept the same expressions, the same mannerisms.