Dean left the office with Kira in tow; the suite keycard was in her hand. He walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Sam hadn't moved, just blinked. Dean started at how drained Sam looked. He had black circles under his hazel eyes, pain lines around his mouth, and was as white as a sheet.

"Come on, Sammy. I got us a room." Dean said crouching down to look into Sam's unfocused stare. "There's also someone who very much wants to see you again." He motioned Kira over and stepped aside. She walked up and leaned into Sam kissing him on the cheek. He blinked, finally bringing the world back into focus, at the touch of her lips. He lifted his eyes and met her gaze.

"Kira?"

"Hi, Sam." He enveloped her in a tight hug, burying his face in her hair. She returned the hug, putting all the comfort and love she had into it.

"You guys are staying here, free, as long as you need."

"Come on, Sammy. Let's get you inside. Let you rest." Sam refused to relinquish his hold on Kira. He wouldn't raise his face and he was shaking.

"I've got him, Dean. Come on, Sam." Sam allowed her to pull him from the seat. He paled once he stood straight and started to slide to the pavement. Dean was there, holding him up from the left. Kira tucked herself under his right arm, against his side, and together they got him to their newest temporary home.

Settling him on one of the king size beds, Dean pulled off Sam's boots, while Kira helped him out of his jacket. He turned on his side, away from Dean and closed his exhausted eyes. Dean stalked away from his silent brother and threw the Impala keys on the stand next to the door with more force that necessary. Kira was at Dean's side with a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, a lot has happened. Give him some time. He'll come around. Go get some air. I'll stay with him."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not. You need to relax too."

"Thanks. An hour tops." He said gratefully. Dean was in serious need of a six pack and some fresh air. The door closed with a soft click and Sam sat upright with a gasp. Kira was at his side instantly.

"Sam, what is it?"

"I thought I imagined you." He said in a voice that hadn't seen much use in the last three days.

"Nope. I'm really here." She said brushing back a soft lock of Sam's hair that had fallen into his hazel eyes. Beautiful. She sat down beside him as he swung his feet to the floor. He rubbed a hand over his pale face, and rested his elbows on his thighs; studying the soft gray carpet.

"I didn't think I'd see you again. I thought you were staying with the Aunt we found."

"This is her place. I manage it now. It's great."

"I'm glad for you."

"Sam," She said, placing a delicate hand under his chin, making him meet her gaze. "Dean told me what happened. Are you okay?"

He swallowed hard and averted his eyes, not saying anything. Kira's chocolate brown eyes roamed Sam's features.

"You're not, are you?" Sam met her eyes as tears welled in his.

"How much did he tell you?" Sam asked brokenly.

"Just the basics, I imagine."

Sam related the entire story to Kira in a hushed, tired voice.

"… I killed twelve people with my abilities. Dean said I killed myself. The girl that was there, a psychic, a healer, brought me back and died herself. I kill everyone I'm around. I'm cursed." Sam said woefully, a tear finally breaking free to fall. He dashed it away and looked at his hands in his lap.

"Sam, please. Listen to me. You are a good person. I've seen it. You did what you did to protect Dean and yourself. You are not evil. You stopped evil. I'm sure Morgan saved your life, because she saw the same thing I do."

"What's that?"

"A person with enough courage to take something given to them- something meant to be a curse- and use it as a gift to do good and stop evil."

"You mean that?" He asked looking at her in hope.

"One hundred percent." She leaned in and kissed him. A gentle touch of lips meant to heal his wounded soul. Sam's eyes closed and he returned the kiss. A few seconds later, they parted.

"Thank you." Sam whispered, lacing the fingers of his left hand through her right, and turning to face her on the bed. She was looking at him with such trust; it seemed to heal all wounds. He feathered his other hand through her wavy, dark blonde hair and pulled her close for another kiss.