If he was a second too late, just one moment, he could have lost his little brother. Maybe even Izabela. That stupid, sneaky, bitch-ass spirit had snuck up on them and took him out leaving Izabela and Sam to fend for themselves. He knew they were very capable, but still, he couldn't believe that he got bested by a ghost. Unfortunately, the sneaky bitch had jumped Sam and practically tore him to ribbons. Izabela was able to repel the ghost, but it just kept coming back. It had swat at her flinging her against a tree stump momentarily knocking the wind out of her. By the time he had regained consciousness, Dean had managed to salt and burn the remains permanently sending the ghost to Hell.

Now, Dean was carrying/dragging Sam into the motel room while Izabela was bringing in all the necessary supplies. Dean had laid Sam out on the bed nearest the bathroom to make the whole makeshift-health care easier. He crossed to the other bed and started taking off his shoes while going over the hunt in his head replaying different scenarios in which it could have gone completely wrong.

Izabela had managed to bring in the clothes and weapons duffels, the backpacks, and the heavily equipped first-aid kit. She had set down the duffels and backpacks near the edge of Dean's bed and set the first-aid kit on the nightstand next to Sam's bed. Dean just watched her go through the motions of getting settled in. She leant over Sam to see what she needed to get from the kit. She grabbed the necessary items to sterilize, clean and stitch wounds. She laid them all out on a towel near the edge of the bed. She grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut away Sam's clothes from the damaged areas. Dean was so greatful that they had an old ski resort medic working with them because Izabela's skill came in pretty handy very often.

She could feel Dean's eyes on her, so she turned around and gave him a lopsided smile. "Are you all right, Dean?" she asked. Her voice was like the body of the Impala: sleek and smooth and highly arousing. He couldn't help it, so he returned her smile with a nod. "You sure? You look a little drained." He loved how she was concerned about him. She set down the scissors and crossed the room to kneel in between his legs resting her hands on his thighs. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Hey, you're bleeding."

"So are you," he replied. He couldn't believe that she was so concerned for him and his brother.

"Let me clean it real quick," she answered. He just pulled her in for another kiss. "Are you trying to distract me, Winchester?"

"Mmm...maybe." A groan from Sam drew their attention to him. "You should finish fixing up Sam."

"I know." While unbuttoning Dean's shirt very sensuously she said, "While I clean up Sam, you can take a shower. And, when you're done, I'll take care of you." She gently brushed her lips against his.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Dean finished undressing himself and hopped into the shower. He still couldn't help but feel guilty about the hunt going wrong. He had stayed in the shower until the water began to turn lukewarm. When he had finished getting ready for bed, Sam was already patched up, and Izabela was cleaning her wounds. Luckily, none of her cuts were horrible, so Dean didn't feel so terrible.

When Dean walked back in the room she glanced up and smiled. He felt really lucky to find a girl like her. "Iz, do you need help?" he asked.

"No. I'm almost finished." She placed some gauze over a cut. "There. All done. Now your turn."

"I'm fine. I only have some bruises," he told her. "How's Sam?"

"He's good. He had a couple of gashes that needed stitches, but nothing too bad."

"That's good." He wasn't feeling all too enthusiastic, and she could sense it.

"Well, I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Dean slipped into the covers of the bed and tried to get to sleep, but he just couldn't. He sat back up and hung his head in his hands rubbing his eyes.

A few minutes later, he could feel the bed dip behind him and then a pair of warm arms wrap around his stomach. He felt a set of soft lips press against his neck just below his ear. Kisses were trailed down to his shoulder.

He reached behind himself and brought Izabela to sit in his lap. He put his hand on the back of her neck and drew her in for a simple, delicate kiss. She draped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hungrier one. He turned around slightly to lay her onto the bed. The kiss deepened and intensified. He pulled back and asked, "What if Sam wakes up?"

"He shouldn't. I gave him something to help him sleep. We should be good," she answered rather breathlessly.

Dean continued the kiss. He reached down her sides and found the hem of her shirt. He pulled the material up between them causing them to momentarily separate. Once it was out of the way, he started trailing a path of kisses down her neck to her breasts. He smiled when he heard her purr. He caressed her soft mounds making sure they received enough attention.

Once he was sure they were taken care of, he licked a soft trail down her stomach to the top of her underwear. He slipped his fingers into the sides and slid them off. She lifted her hips to help him rid her of the thin cloth. He slowly spread her legs and scooted in between them. Realizing he was still clothed, he stood up and quickly undressed. Izabela leaned up on her elbows watching him hastily strip.

Finally naked, he knelt back on the bed between her legs. He lowered his head and kissed her again. He sat back a little and fisted his erection loosely before rubbing himself along her folds. She arched into the intimate touch and sighed. He found her opening, and painfully slow, he slid himself in. Once he was settled, they began a slow rhythm: he glided in and out of her slick, velvety heat while she matched each of his thrusts with a roll of her hips.

He felt her climax all around him. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her heels dug into the back of his thighs, her nails dug into his shoulderblades, her body arched into him, her poorly stifled scream/moan, and her muscles clenching and milking him for more. He watched her facial expressions turn from tensed excitement to pure unadulterated pleasure. He loved how he was the one to make her feel this way. He loved the intimacy of just them experiencing all this.

All of a sudden, like a tidal wave, his orgasm ripped through him. Every muscle in his body tensed, and her name escaped his lips in a primal growl just as he felt ripples of his hot, white spunk pour out of his cock into her.

He collapsed on top of her. He knew he should move, but he was just too exhausted. He finally pulled out of her and rolled off. He laid on his back and pulled her towards him resting her head on his chest.

"Do you feel better now?" asked Izabela ever so softly.

"Much."