Dean searched quietly around the room for his clothes. He had hoped he would sleep tonight, forget everything, relax and just sleep. Maybe even dream something nice for a change, especially after the last few hours. He smiled at the memory, plenty of nice dream material there! But when he closed his eyes he only saw what he always did, faces, pain, death, blood, loss, grief – her. Fragmented memories or pure imagined fear, the result was always the same. A voice from the bed brought him from his thoughts and stopped him midway through pulling on his pants.
"Going already sugar? You've still got an hour or so."
"Don't call me sugar." Dean said quietly as he resumed dressing.
"Was it not to your liking? I can do something different if you prefer?" He looked at the bed and smiled. She sat with her head to one side, an eyebrow raised in question.
"I bet you can." He said. She was pretty, petite with a homely face framed by long dark hair that flowed seductively over her shoulders and across the nicest set of... Dean shook his head and looked away, stopping his thoughts in their tracks. "But I can't stay." She watched him from the bed as he finished dressing and laced his boots. When he had finished, Dean pulled his wallet from his jacket and began counting the money. He pulled out a substantial amount and walked over to place it on the night stand. She eyed the money suspiciously. Men like him didn't drop cash like that, unless they wanted something weird, and she didn't do weird.
"What's that for?" She asked, still looking at the money.
"For the rest of the night. Stay and sleep." Dean answered, heading to the door.
"What?" Her head swung to him, eyes wide with confusion.
"One of us should get a decent night's sleep." He gestured towards the bed. "Get some rest."
"It's Kara." Dean stopped, hand on the door handle, and looked back at her. "My name's Kara. You didn't ask when you came in and I thought if you came back," her eyes slid away from his and she shrugged. "Maybe you would ask for me." The words were spoken in a business tone but when she looked back at him her eyes were full of hope.
"Yeah. Maybe." He said. "Well, goodnight Kara." He nodded slightly to her as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. "Sleep well." And then he was gone, closing the door gently behind him.