"Finally done." Sam said tiredly and sat back on his haunches accepting the wet washcloth Kira handed him. He wiped his big brother's blood from his hands and arms.

"Do you think you can help me move him?"

"Of course. I'll get his bed ready." Kira stood and went to the other room. Sam once again felt dean's pulse and then ran a large hand across his brother's cheek. He took one of the remaining towels, dampening it with warm water; and cleaned the blood from Dean's torso and shoulder.

"Dumb ass." He said softly, with no menace towards his brother. Kira came back in and touched Sam's shoulder, while he was looking at Dean. Sam leaned his head onto her hand.

"Come on. Let's get him somewhere softer than the floor." Sam got Dean around his ribs, Careful not to jostle the fresh stitches, while Kira got his feet. They had him on the bed a minute later and Sam removed his belt and boots. Kira pulled the blankets up to his waist, and turned to look at Sam. He was as horrifying a sight as his brother, exhausted and covered in blood. His hair was in his eyes. Kira walked up to him and ran a hand across his forehead, soothing and moving the unruly locks at the same time.

"Go get cleaned up Sam. I'll sit with Dean."

"Thanks." He leaned in, not touching her, to kiss her. "For everything." Sam went to his bag, grabbed some sweats and a gray T-shirt and headed for the bathroom. He left the door open long enough to repack the med kit, short a suture pack, and bring it into the bedroom, placing it on the table. Then he went back, bundled the ruined towels, Dean's discarded clothes and jacket, and dumped them in a help by the trash can. Then he closed the bathroom door and Kira heard the shower come on. She moved to Dean's side and touched his cheek.

"You scared your brother, you know that. He loves you so much." I wonder if there's room in his heart for me.

Ten minutes later, Sam emerged from the steamy bathroom. He was clean, and his hair was curling around his ears and collar.

"Do you have some strong cleaners and a trash bag?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go change. I'll bring them back with me. Sit down Sam, before you fall down." Kira started by him but he blocked her way, catching her in his arms. He kissed her, a mix of gratitude and heat. He caught her in a hug, bending low to rest his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you."

"I'll be back."

She returned a few minutes later in jeans and a black top, carrying the items he asked for and four more clean, white towels. Sam had been sitting beside Dean on the bed. He stood when she entered.

"Stay with your brother. I've got this."

"It's okay. I'll get it."

"No Sam. Relax. I'll put everything in the bag and you can burn it tomorrow."

"You mean today, don't you?" Sam said, glancing out the window at the already lightening sky.

"Yeah. I guess." Kira cleaned the bathroom back to sparkling and put the ruined clothing and towels in to the bag, placing it beside the trash can again. She walked back into the bedroom to find Sam sitting on his bed, head in hands. She sat beside him and ran a hand over his spine in soothing circles. He sighed.

"He'll be fine, Sam."

"I know. I just wish…"

"You could have prevented him from getting hurt? Sam, you have saved so many people, me included. But you can't save everyone from every scratch. Lie down and rest, Sam. Dean will sleep through most of the morning, I'm sure."

"Yeah. I'll hear him when he wakes up. Speaking of which, I didn't wake you when all this happened, did I?"

"No. I was actually waiting for you to come back, so I could say good night." She said standing to make room for Sam to stretch his tall, muscular frame out on the king size bed. He moved to the middle of the bed. She leaned in and brushed hair from his eyes.

"I should get back to my room." Sam caught her hand against his cheek.

"Kira…stay with me."

She nodded and sat down on the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around her and tucked her against him. She fit so perfectly. Sam hadn't felt this way since Jess. He closed his eyes, Kira's scent lulling him to sleep. She slept with her head tucked under his chin. It was unspoken that they would face Dean all the while.