Chapter 11: Quilt Factory

Dean moved forward too late to catch Kira as she fell. It was so unexpected. One minute she was standing at the table caressing that awful lock of Sam's hair and the next she was in his arms, unconscious.

"Kira? KIRA!" Dean cradled her to his chest. She was warm. He picked her up from the floor and put her on the bed. "Bobby, get me a washcloth." Bobby went to do as Dean asked. "Kira, come on sis-to-be." He whispered. "Please wake up. What happened to you?"

"Here, Dean. How is she?"

Dean bathed her face and neck. "She's out. I don't know what the hell happened! Kira, come on."

"Sam told me that he and Kira can talk to each other in their heads. He said it's easier when they touch or are close. She touched that lock of Sam's hair. You think maybe it was enough to start a connection?"

"You think she felt Sam?"

"Maybe. They're both stronger than any of the other psychics have been. Maybe distance doesn't really matter. She did tell me when she called for help that she briefly connected with him when he was in pain after the fall to the basement back at that house."

"We gotta get her awake! Kira, come on, girl." Dean bathed her face again and was rewarded with a furrowing of her delicate brown brows. He moved onto the bed and lifted her into his arms. "That's it, that's it. Open those pretty eyes for me."

"Mmmnn… Dean?" she opened her eyes and put a hand to her forehead, enhancing the gray streak that lingered in her hair.

"Atta girl." Dean helped her sit up, moving behind her for support as she put her feet on the floor.

"God, Dean, I talked to him. I know where he is. He's hurt so bad, too bad to heal himself. He told me it's Gordon that has him. He's in the quilt factory. He saw scraps of material and equipment everywhere."

"Let's go get him."

"Wait Dean, there's something else. Something else is wrong with him. I felt it when I felt his pain. I don't know what it is but Sam's not right."

"We'll figure it out and we'll help him. I promise, Kira. But we have to get to him before Gordon kills him." Dean went towards the door.

"Dean, would you wait a damn minute?!" Bobby snarled. "Dammit boy, if you don't stop charging into things half cocked you're gonna get yourself killed. You'd a thought you learned that after that damn demon deal. You'll be no good to Sam dead. We need a plan and if you don't give me time to figure one out, I'm gonna tie your ass to a chair and make you wait!"

Dean moved away from the door. He knew if he crossed Bobby he'd wind up full of buckshot. He decided to do things Bobby's way. He sat down on the bed beside Kira. She had her head bowed; her hair was hanging over her face. Dean could tell she was upset by what she'd felt from Sam. He turned her to face him and tucked her dark blonde hair behind her ear.

"Hey, he'll be okay. We'll find him and we'll bring him home. If he needs us we'll be there, okay." Dean smiled softly.

Kira returned the smile tentatively.