Kira sat up straight on the blanket next to Sam and closed her eyes. She began to breathe deeply. Sam was in her mind with her, seeing how she channeled the amazing ability. He felt the power growing in her and silently encouraged her, using his strength with her. He looked behind Dean as the air shimmered. Her projection appeared behind Dean's right shoulder, translucent and ghost like at first. Then it became solid and reached out a hand. Dean had no idea it was working. He was watching physical Kira. Her projection tapped Dean on the shoulder, making him jump out of his skin. A giggle came from Kira and her projection as it faded from view. She opened her eyes where she sat on the blanket. Sam looked at her. She was pale.

"That was hard for you. That's enough for a while."

"I did it, Sam!" She said happily, flying into his arms. He hugged her tight.

"I'm proud of you."

Dean watched the happy couple and smiled. She was strong in many ways. She'll be good for him when I'm gone. Maybe she'll give him the strength to keep going. To keep hunting.

Kira met Dean's eyes, quietly, a knowing look on her face. She said nothing. Dean quickly averted his gaze as Sam looked from his brother to the woman he loved, wondering what was going on with the look they exchanged. Kira picked up on Sam's curiosity and looked at him, hiding her distress at Dean's thoughts. She leaned into him as they relaxed. They laid there for a few minutes in the sun, Dean dozing now, as Kira tried to fight off the ache behind her eyes. Her head was beginning to throb and she wondered if she had over done it.

Baby, are you okay? Your head hurts pretty badly, doesn't it?

Yeah, it does. Can you help me?

Come here. He reached for her. She started to lean back into him and wavered a little. Sam sat up and caught her. He pulled her back against him and his hands took on the healing glow as he massaged her temples. The ache eased, but didn't completely fade. Sam held her against him and soothed her further. She began to doze, cuddled in his strong arms. Sam remained alert, worrying about Kira as her rest became fitful. She tossed in his arms.

"Dean?" Sam held Kira and sat up. Her eyes remained closed. "Dean!"

Dean started at Sam's anxious tone, coming fully awake. He sat up.

"What is it Sammy?"

Sam stood with Kira cradled against his chest. "Something's wrong with her."

"Let's get her home." Dean gathered the blanket and cooler and hurried to the Impala, Sam on his heels. Dean moved to open the back door but Sam beat him to it. He opened the door telekinetically and laid Kira across the seat. He pushed the door closed and circled to the other side. He crawled in beside her and lifted her head into his lap. She was warm and it was getting worse. She still hadn't stirred. Dean fired the engine and floored the accelerator. The Impala responded, peeling onto the blacktop with a squeal of rubber.

A few minutes later they were pulling into the motel parking lot. Sam had opened the door and bolted from the car. He pulled Kira from the seat and cradled her. She stirred in his arms, burning up with fever, whimpering.

"Sam?" It was a pain filled whisper.

He moved into the apartment with her; Dean following closely.

"Shh…sh…shhh." He soothed as he laid her on the bed after using his ability to pull back the covers. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay."

"Sammy, is there anything I can do?"

Sam moved to pull off Kira's shoes and said, "I need a bowl of water and a washcloth. She has a fever, Dean. I tried to heal her and I can't. Something else is wrong."

"Be right back."

Sam nodded and sat down by Kira. He put his large hand to her flushed cheek as she tossed on the bed. "Hush, baby. I'll get you better. I promise."

Kira stretched out on the bed and her fevered over-bright eyes opened. She put a shaky hand to his hand where it rested on her cheek.

"Sam, it hurts. I feel like I'm on fire." Her back arched as pain coursed through her. She began to writhe as it intensified. Sam tried to hold her as Dean returned; water and washcloth in hand. He put it on the bedside stand.

"Dean, you'll have to help me. She's in so much pain she… she can't stay still." Sam had anxious tears in his eyes.

Dean moved in close and dipped the cloth in the cool water, wringing out the excess. He bathed her face and recoiled as the cloth began to steam.

"What the hell…?" She pitched again on the bed and Sam reached for her, determined to heal her. He touched her cheek and she grabbed his hand in her small one. The air around them grew warm and energy crackled to a level that they all felt physically.

Sam screamed.