At one p.m. Dean stirred. His chest was on fire and his head was thumping in tune with his heart. What the hell? He looked around and caught sight of Sammy on the other bed sleeping deeply… with Kira in his arms. He smiled through his pain, vaguely remembering Sam calling him a dumb ass. He wished he had something to throw at him, but he settled for scaring the hell out of his geek brother.

"Get your own room you two!" He shouted. Sam and Kira sat up, startled, bumping heads in the process.

"Dean." Sam was on his feet and then on Dean's bed. "How ya feeling?"

"Like I got drunk and stabbed." He snarked. "How do you think I feel?"

"Like you were stupid." Sam quipped. "You want something for the pain?" he asked noting Dean's grimace when he breathed deeply.

"Yeah. I think so. How bad?" Sam just looked at Dean, all the emotion of the previous night playing across his face.

"Oh."

Kira had been silent until now. "You scared us, Dean." Was all she said.

Sam went to the med kit. "Tylenol or stronger?"

"Option two works for me." Sam handed Dean two little white pills and a bottled water. Dean downed them quickly. "Did we kick their asses at least?" He asked, remembering the drunken fight with the pool playing townies.

"They were picking themselves up when I carried your ass here. I just hope they let it drop. I don't want to bring a fight here." Sam eyed Kira protectively.

"How many stitches this time, Sammy?"

"Eighteen. Ten on the front, eight on the back. Missed anything vital, which is good. You wouldn't let me take you to the hospital."

"You know why."

"I know."

Dean yawned. The pills were taking effect.

"Kira and I are going to the café up the road. You want me to bring you back something?"

"Sure," he said, closing his eyes.

Sam went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed. Five minutes later he and Kira were walking down the block, his arm around her shoulders. They went into the diner and sat at a corner booth. A waitress walked up to them.

"Hi, Kira. Who's your friend?"

"Hi, Teresa. This is Sam. He's the friend from Chicago I told you about. The one that helped me find Aunt Alice."

"Well, thank you for giving us Kira. She's an angel." Kira ducked her head and blushed. Sam reached for her hand.

"Yeah, I know."

"You all ready to order?"

"I'll have the steak fajitas and a salad. Oh, and a sweet iced tea."

"That sounds good. I'll have the same. I need a grilled chicken salad and potato wedges to go, too."

Sam and Kira sat and talked while they were waiting on their food. Sam kept a hold on her hand, marveling at how much he liked being in her company. She made him feel better than he had in a long time. Kira looked at Sam. He had such a pensive look on his handsome face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Teresa walked up to them with their food on a tray and a bag besides. They parted hands to make room for the tray.

"Here you go hon."

"Thanks Teresa" Sam said. They ate in comfortable silence. And lingered for a few minutes over the iced tea. Sam glanced at his watch.

"We should be getting back to Dean."

"Okay." Kira stood. Sam put twenty dollars on the table and wrapped an arm around Kira. They walked back to the motel. Sam glanced at the door to their room and stopped short.