Sam and Dean had been on the road for almost fifteen hours when they decided to find a motel in Ohio. After changing places with Sam, who was now asleep in the backseat, just three hours before, Dean was rested, but he knew he would soon need a few hours of real sleep, in a real bed. He and Sam settled into their room, but Dean noticed a bar just next door.

"Hey, Sammy. I'm gonna see what the local action is like. Don't wait up."

"Like I ever do. See you in the morning."

Dean left his car keys on the bedside table and walked over to the bar. He scanned the place as he walked in, and it didn't take him long to spot a very attractive woman alone on a stool, nursing her drink. He sat down on the stool to her left and ordered a beer. That's when he noticed that she looked upset.

"Bad night," he asked.

"If you call finding out that your husband of six years has been cheating on you for the last two months a bad night, then, yeah... bad night," she said without looking up.

"Sorry," he said. "I guess I'll give you some privacy-"

"No, I actually think I'd like some company," she said. She looked up and into what was possibly the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. "If you don't mind," she added.

"Don't mind at all," he said with a bright smile. "I'm Dean."

He extended his hand and she took it.

"Kayden," she said.

"Nice to meet you, Kayden."

They held, more than shook, hands for a minute before Kayden blushed and pulled her hand away.

"You live around here," she asked.

"No, I'm passing through with my brother. We stopped and got a room at the motel next door."

"Really? I'm staying there, too. I had to get out of the house."

Dean scoffed. "I think you should have made him leave. He's the cheater."

"Yeah, but he wouldn't leave. He kept trying to talk to me, and I just couldn't." She wiped at her eyes as tears threatened to spill. "Part of me wants to get back at him," she said.

"It would serve him right."

"The other part of me knows that I really just want to feel wanted... he's made me feel like I wasn't enough. I hate that feeling."

"Well, it might interest you to know that when I sat down I had every intention of trying to get you into bed," Dean said with a smile.

"It might interest you to know," Kayden said as she turned to face him, "that you still have a shot."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"I gave you my reasons."

"How many drinks have you had?"

"This is my second... and you can see I've barely had any of it."

Dean hesitated, so Kayden pushed the point.

"Look, the way I'm feeling, I'm leaving with somebody. You've already admitted you were trying to get me into bed, if that was the truth."

"Oh, sweetheart, that was true."

"So, you're obviously attracted to me. And you are the most attractive guy here," she said with a slight blush. Dean smiled and looked down. "You seem like a decent enough guy... someone who can make me feel good for a while."

"I can definitely do that," he said.

"So, why are we still here?"

Dean looked down at her left hand and saw that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

"Where's your ring?"

"I flung it at his head."

Dean chuckled. "Okay," he said. He stood and took her hand to help her off of her stool. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered, "let's get out of here."

Kayden grabbed her purse and led Dean back toward the motel. He waited until they crossed the parking lot to slip his arm around her waist. She stopped at her door, just two rooms down from his own, and he kissed her neck as she unlocked the door. She stepped inside, but Dean leaned against the frame.

"You sure," he asked again.

"Very." She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room.

He pushed the door closed with his foot, and it locked. Kayden had a tight grip on the front of his shirt as she looked into his eyes, and Dean saw hesitation. He knew this wasn't something she normally did. He put his hands to her face and slowly leaned in for a soft kiss. He moved his lips against hers a few times until she kissed back, deepening the kiss, letting Dean's tongue slide against hers. Dean pulled her hands from his shirt and wrapped her arms around his neck, then slid his hands down from her wrists to her waist. She moaned as Dean wrapped his arms around her, one above her rear and one below it, and lifted her so that her feet weren't touching the floor as they kissed. If she needed to feel wanted, Dean would do that for her. It wasn't even a lie, since he had wanted her the moment he saw her at the bar, but he would make sure to let her see it, and feel it. She was worth it, and her husband was an ass.

Dean scooped her legs into his arms and carried her to the bed. His body covered hers as he laid her back and ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed down her neck and let his hands glide down her body until they reached her feet. He removed her shoes, then his, and his top shirt, then he slowly moved up her body again. His eyes stayed locked with hers the whole time until he kissed her again.

Lips and hands caressed skin as each piece of clothing was removed, until they were naked under the covers. Dean pulled Kayden so that she was lying on top of him, with her legs straddled over his waist, as they kissed. His hands gently squeezed her breasts and hips, and she buried her fingers in his hair as she leaned forward on her forearms. With short, slow movements, she began to grind their hips together, and Dean moaned. He let her rub their bodies together until he couldn't take it anymore, then he flipped her onto her back. He kissed her as he slowly slid into her, and they both found a rhythm. Kissing became urgent, and their rhythm faltered as they reached their high and melted into each other.

Dean lay half at her side, half on top of her as they kissed. Kayden ran her hand up and down his arm, feeling the muscle there. When Dean pulled back to look into her eyes, he thought he saw tears.

"You okay," he asked.

"I'm good."

She tugged the covers up around her a bit, and Dean knew she was feeling that after-sex-glow-regret.

"Listen," he said, "I have to head out tomorrow, but my room's not far. I can sleep here if you want."

Kayden smiled. "No, I'm sure that wasn't in your plan."

"What if it is now?"

"You want to stay?"

"Yeah, I do."

Dean kissed her gently, then pulled her into his arms as he lay on his back.

When Dean woke the next morning, he didn't slip out. He ran a hand over Kayden's arm and whispered in her ear.

"Wake up, sweetheart."

Kayden groaned and nuzzled her face into his neck. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and remembered that the man in her bed was not her husband.

"Good morning," Dean said.

"Good morning," Kayden said as she rolled onto her back. "I'm actually kind of surprised you stayed."

"Why's that?"

She shrugged. "Most guys probably wouldn't have."

"Well, I guess I'm not most guys."

They each took a turn in the bathroom and got dressed. Dean was waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the bed, when she emerged.

"My brother will wanna leave early," he said as he stood in front of her by the door, "so I have to get going. You okay?"

"I'm great." She hesitated a moment, but decided to say what was on her mind. "Dean... thank you for last night."

"My pleasure," he said with a wicked smile.

Kayden grinned. "No, I'm serious."

"So am I."

"No," she chuckled. "Thank you for making me feel... special, I guess. I really needed that last night."

"You are special. Don't let anyone make you feel any different."

Dean kissed her lightly on the lips before he opened the door.

"Bye," he said with a smile.

"Bye."