When Dean arrived at the motel or hotel rather, (a very nice one, because Spike refused to let "nibblet" sleep in anything but style) he drove around the back to avoid valet. As he parked the car, he called up to the room.

"This better be bloody well important I –"

"Spike, Come to-"

"What's happened to the nibblet?"

"Nothing horrible, err… nothing permanent anyway. I just need you to met me at the service ele-"

"On my way mate."

Dean stroked her cheek and whispered to her, "Dawn, we are back." She made a noise similar to a disgruntled kitten. "Dawn, Honey, its time to wake up." She blinked and looked up to give him a tight smile. As he slid out he closed the door lightly, her head must be killing her.

He walked around to her side and opened the door. She looked pitiful sitting there with her head back against the head-rest. With her eyes closed she spoke to him in a scratchy voice, "Just give me a second, please."

"Take all the time you want." Then he reached down and pulled off her shoes, leaving them on the floor of the Chevy. He looked at her furrowed brown and scooped her up into his arms. Her eyes opened wide as she grasped the front of his shirt and he smiled down at her. "Just rest."

The back door opened and Spike propped it open with a beer bottle as he walked towards Dean.

"Keys are in the ignition. Can you park it?"

Spike looked shocked for a moment then smiled. "Alright just kick the bottle out… I'll come round the front," he said as he closed the passenger side door and ran around he car.

"Don't go crazy," but Spike was already peeling out of the alley.

"Dean carefully kicked the bottle down and let the door close behind him. He walked down the hall to the service elevator and stepped inside. Dean gripped her closer to his chest with his left arm and reached up quickly with his right to close the grate and hit the button.

He reached his floor and raised the grate. As he walked down the hall a door opened further ahead and Sammy walked out pulling a shirt on with a key card between his teeth. When Sam looked up and saw Dean he stopped the door from closing behind him with his foot. Not saying a word he pulled the door open and held it for them both.

Dean came in and brought Dawn right into his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He fixed her skirt to cover her legs just before Sam followed him in with a bowl of warm water, a rag and the first aid kit and left them on the bedside table.

Dawn barely stirred as Dean cleaned and bandaged various places on her person. He removed some articles of clothing (took some mighty strong will power not to "look" for to long). Along the way he found an interesting little piece of clothing strapped to her thigh and her "toys" from earlier.

He pulled the quilt and sheet out from under her. He took the blanket from the closet then covered her over with the sheet and quilt from the bed. He wanted her plenty warm…. He was gonna be cranking up the air…. Taking a cold shower wasn't gna help very long.

Getting up he threw his coat over a chair, kicked of his shoes and socks and dropped his shirt and slacks to a pile on the floor - finally he felt human. Crawling onto the other side of the bed he was barely horizontal when he passed out.

When dawn broke… and Dawn awoke it was to find Dean curled around her in his bed with the all blankets wrapped tightly, like a cocoon around her. She was feeling slightly imprisoned.