"What is it Sam?"

"Something's wrong. Go into the office. Lock the door. I'll come for you when it's safe."

"Sam…"

"Kira, please! I don't want you caught in the middle." She ran into the office. Sam automatically kicked into hunter mode; sidling cautiously up to the door. It was slightly ajar. Sam knew he'd shut and locked it. He pushed it open and his heart stopped. Dean was on the floor. His shoulder was bleeding. Sam bolted to his side and lifted his head and shoulders, supporting him.

"Dean… Dean come on."

"Sammy?" Dean opened his eyes.

"What happened? You're bleeding."

"Sorry. Heard something outside. Went to check. I got dizzy."

"Let me see your shoulder." Sam pulled the tape loose, gingerly as Dean winced. "You pulled a couple stitches. I'll have to redo them." Just then it dawned on Sam. "Dean, wait you said you heard something outside."

"Yeah. Voices. Sounded like the bastards from last night."

"Oh my god. Kira!" Sam was out the door and in the office, brought up short by the image that greeted him.

"Kira!" She was unconscious on the floor in the motel office. Mitch was looming over her with a knife in his hand. He looked at Sam and snarled, revealing two broken teeth and a black eye.

"Let her go!"

"She mean something to you, boy?"

"She has nothing to do with any of this!"

"She's his bitch. I say we have a little fun with her." Tony said, coming up behind Sam and grabbing his arms, pinning him. Sam struggled wildly, but Tony was too strong.

Mitch grabbed Kira by the hair and cut it off with the knife. Her head fell back to the floor with a thud. He held the lock of dark blonde waves to his nose and inhaled. "She sure does smell pretty." He threw the lock towards Sam and moved towards Kira with the knife. Sam watched in frustration as he cut her right arm from wrist to elbow. Blood spurted everywhere.

Sam fought. "Touch her again and you're dead!!"

Kira stirred, crying out in pain.

"Kira, stay still, baby."

Mitch grabbed Kira by the throat and began to squeeze with his massive hand. Kira's eyes flew open, tearing up as she gasped for breath. Blood was pooling under her useless arm and her face was turning blue.

"LET HER GO!" The lights flickered. Sam stared at Mitch's hand in a fury. It began to shake and lifted away from Kira's throat. She drew a ragged breath and passed out. His hand continued to rise, shaking as he fought the force pulling at it. Suddenly it bent at an odd angle, snapping loudly. He howled in agony. Sam jerked his head and the bastard flew backwards, through the glass door of the office. His eyes remained open; a piece of glass protruded from his chest.

Tony, still holding Sam, suddenly released him. Sam turned on him and with a wave sent him crashing into the front desk. When he hit the floor his head laid at an impossible angle. He was dead. Sam's cell phone was in his hand as he rushed to Kira. He removed his shirt and wrapped it tightly around her arm. He then dialed 9-1-1, gathering her in his arms.

"9-1-1. What is your emergency?"

"My girlfriend's been seriously hurt."

"Your location?"

"Morrison Inn. The office. Hurry, she's bleeding out." He hung up.

"Kira, baby." Sam whispered. "Wake up for me, huh? Kira, god I'm so sorry." His breath hitched.

"S-Sam." She whispered hoarsely, her throat bruised and swelling.

"Hey baby. The ambulance is coming. Hold on, just hold on."

She smiled weakly and her eyes closed. Sirens blared outside. Sam scooped her up and hurried outside. Paramedics were unloading a stretcher from the back of the ambulance. Sam laid her on it, tears in his eyes.

"There are two guys inside. I think they're dead. I walked in to get her for lunch and I found her like this. I think she managed to fight them off." He hated lying, but he knew there was no way he could be connected to this. If he was they would find Dean. He couldn't risk that.

"Are you riding with her?"

"My cousin's in our room. He's been sick. I need to check on him first. I'll follow in the car."

"She needs surgery. Stop at the E.R. front desk. They'll tell you when you can see her."

"Thanks."

Sam walked off to check on Dean. He was sitting up on the bed when Sam walked in, holding gauze to his shoulder. Dean glanced at Sam and stalled.

"Sammy?"

"I did it again, Dean." Sam said quietly, sinking down on Dean's bed.

"Kira?"

"She's on her way to the hospital. It was a trap. Mitch and Tony. It was them you

heard." Sam's breath hitched. "They… they cut her. She needs surgery. I killed them, Dean."

"Why are you still here? Go to the hospital. Be with Kira."

"I needed to check on you."

"I only pulled two stitches. I'm fine. Go."

"Thanks Dean."