The trio had arrived together, even with the side stop to get Seraphiel a caramel macchiato. Dean, she discovered, had close to the same idea as she did. They stopped to pick up food, apparently Sam had woken up some time during the drive. Sera's eyes went wide with the knowledge, her smile brightening as she rushed to hug Sam. She couldn't have been happier until she felt him stiffen beneath her. Welcoming arms became cautious and gentle blankets. She realized she was no longer hugging Sam. She was embracing an unsure Ezekiel.

She had returned to her business in the shop, seemingly colder than before. She ordered her coffee, she was about to pay for them when she remembered Kevin. She ordered a large black coffee, paying for it and stepping to the side to wait for her orders. Her eyes drifting over the small crowd of faces. None of them were familiar, none of them aware of her presence. She reveled in the feeling of solitude for a minute, thankful for stealing a few moments for herself. Her attention was pulled back to reality when her name was called. She gladly took the cups in her hand, smiling at the wide difference between them. Kevin's drink was piping hot whereas hers was ice cold. She made it back to the car, noticing Sam and Dean munching on a cheeseburger. Her mind drifted back to Castiel's first taste of food and she wondered if Ezekiel could taste what Sam was tasting or if he was tasting every possible molecule that was in the burger. She shrugged off the idea, meeting Sam's curious gaze but noticing something lurking beyond his concerned gaze. She chose to ignore it, not finding it worth her time anymore.

The drive home seemed quicker than before, she noticed as she pulled into the gravel driveway. She glanced at her rearview mirror, watching as the boys hopped out of their car and proceeded towards the trunk. She grimaced, grabbing the bag of medical supplies and the drinks. She kicked her door closed, tapping it with her hip firmly and smiled when she heard the satisfying click. She hissed audibly, pain burning through her side as she took the steps in a slow stride. She opened the door, stepping in and giving a playful howl to alert Kevin to their arrival.

"Honey, I'm home!" she announced, watching as Kevin quickly strutted in to greet them. She grinned widely at him, wiggling his coffee about in her hands. His eyes brightened up as he went to take it from her. Dean and Sam had entered with Dean leading Crowley back to the holding room. Sam lurked in the doorway, watching Kevin's interaction with Seraphiel. "Oh, no thanks for the coffee? Ungrateful idiot," she teased. Kevin clicked his teeth, letting his head fall back and slightly to the side while he playfully jabbed at her.

"Oh, my bad, I didn't know a basic bitch like you needed to be thanked," he shot back playfully, making her mouth gape open. Her arm snaked around his neck, gently coiling around him and bringing him down to her level. She rubbed his head with her knuckles, giving him a noogie and watching him get flustered as she disheveled his hair further. Pain rocketed up her side and she bit her lip. Blood bubbled to the surface, making her let him go though it didn't escape the attention of Ezekiel.

She started to walk away, cradling her side. She accidentally bumped into Dean on her way out, causing her to stumble to the side and fall into the wall. She felt the grinding of broken bones, making her cry out. She nearly dropped her coffee from the pain. Dean turned around immediately, helping her steady herself.

"What happened?" Dean asked her, concern continuing to grow in his voice.

"Nothing." She lied, trying to push herself away. He held on to her tightly.

"Cut the crap," Dean snapped at her. His gravelly voice sounding more like a growl of warning. "What did you do to your side?"

"I'm fine,"

"Bull, now what happened?"

"Just fucking drop it!" Sera snapped. Ezekiel stepped forward, his voice dropping low.

"You are injured, I can heal you." He said matter-of-factly. She shrank from his touch.

"Oh, yeah? How you gonna do that? You gonna jump into me too?" She spat at him, resentful and more than a little angry towards his new found strength. She yanked her arm out of Dean's grasp, making her way to her bedroom. She left the boys in silence, not really caring to look back.

She shrugged off her coat, hanging it gingerly over her desk chair. Stood in front of her full lengthen mirror, lifting up her shirt slowly and gently. Large bruises scaled her side in ugly reds, blues and purples. It looked ugly, and it felt painful. She swallowed the pain down, walking to a mini fridge she had bought and grabbed an cold pack out of it. She stripped her shirt off, grabbing a wrap out of her medical bag and pressed the cool pack to her ribs. The door created behind her, making her whip around and accidentally dropped the ice pack.

Sam stood in the doorway, eyes glued to her injured side. She bent down, grunting in pain at the process. He helped her up, grabbing the cold pack for her. He wondered how she was standing.

"Thanks." She murmured, turning back to the mirror. His fingertips dug gently into her sides, a fire like warmth spreading through her. His fingers spanned out until she felt his palm resting on her ribs. There was almost a dying need, a craving for him to touch her. He couldn't deny the rush of feelings that flooded him as he gave into his desire.

"Does this not hurt?" Ezekiel asked, she closed her eyes at his touch and gathered her wits before responding.

"Of course it hurts, but I have a higher pain tolerance than most," She answered coldly. He squares his shoulders, his jaw flexing.

"You cannot be mad at me forever. This was the only way to save him, Sera." He spoke, his voice hinting at exhaustion. She sighed heavily, she knew he was right. She was taking out her anger on him when she should have been thanking him.

"I know…" She said after a moment. He gently grabbed her arm, turning her around to face him. She stared up into Sam's eyes, trying to convince herself that they were Ezekiel's.

"Then let me heal you," he said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. He was an emotional storm on the inside, trying to figure out why he cared so much. He had been waiting for so long to have a chance at redemption. He made a vow to himself to assure the mission come to completion and now he wasn't sure that what he was feeling was part of the mission. She chuckled softly, shaking her head softly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Do you honestly think that I would even use a single ounce of your strength and power for myself when we struck a deal for you to heal Sam? Besides, I'm a werewolf. I heal faster than humans." She reasoned. Ezekiel sighed, coming to terms with her reasoning and helped her wrap her side. She looked so frail, so delicate beneath his touch. A hunger swirled in his gut, a desire to protect and claim. He wondered if she felt it too. His eyes widened as he watched her gently lower herself down on her bed, a syringe in one hand and her other hand balled into a fist. She gently sunk the needle into her vein, injecting herself with the clear liquid that rested inside.

"What are you doing?" Sam's voice rang through. She looked up at him, smiling.

"It's just some morphine. Relax, I hurt myself." She explained simply. He looked around incredulously, feeling a little left out on what exactly was going on. Seraphiel stood up and pushed him out, more than ready to fall asleep. She shut the door behind him, sinking to the floor and exhaling deeply. Her skin still tingled from where Ezekiel touched her and she couldn't shake the thought of when he would do it again.