Sam went with Kira so she could change and then they came back into the room. Sam changed into his customary sweats and a blue t-shirt. He gave Kira a pain pill and bottle of water and they curled up together on Sam's bed. Kira looked at Sam and he kissed her.
"Goodnight." He wrapped his arm around her and they were asleep in no time. They had slept for a few hours when Kira stirred against Sam.
No please, stop hurting me. She was crying silently. Sam woke and stroked her shortened hair.
"Shhh, baby. It's okay." He whispered.
Sam, make them stop. Sam started. Her mouth never moved but he heard her as clear as day. "What the hell?" He leaned over and she turned into him.
Sam, please.
Shhh…it's over. You're okay. He thought, not saying anything aloud. She sighed and quieted, nuzzling closer and tucking her head under his chin. He held her tighter and stayed wide awake for the remainder of the night.
Sam was still awake when Kira stirred just before noon, opening pain filled eyes.
"Sam?"
"Kira." He looked at her. "Your arm?"
"Yeah." He was off the bed and getting her a pill and some water.
"Here, baby."
"Thank you." She gulped it down gratefully. Dean woke five minutes later.
"Mornin' Sunshine." Dean greeted Sam. "Man, you look like crap. Have trouble sleeping?"
"You might say that." Sam said. Kira sat up in bed, hugging her arm gently.
"What's wrong Sam?"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"I had a nightmare, I think. Did I say something to wake you?"
"That's just it. You didn't say anything." Sam was pacing between the beds. "Your mouth never moved but I heard you."
"What?"
I think we can hear each other's thoughts.
"Oh my God!"
"What?" Dean asked.
"I can hear Sam thinking. He just thought 'I think we can hear each other's thoughts.'"
"Yeah, word for word, Dean."
You can hear me?
Yes.
"Oh, unreal." Dean muttered. "I'm surrounded by telepathic wonders."
Sam, sit down please. You're making me nauseous.
Sam dropped to the bed. "Sorry."
"What?" Dean asked.
"My pacing was making her sick." All three laughed.
Dean chimed in "Yeah, that's about right."
"You're not freaked?"
"Sammy, in our screwed up lives this is par for the course. It's almost one, let's snag some food. I'm hungry and bored out of my freakin' mind."