Dean slowly came to awareness. He felt like every muscle in his body had suffered from a severe charlie horse. He hadn't hurt like this since…well, okay, it hadn't been all that long. What the hell had beaten the crap out of him this time? Was Sammy okay? "Sammy?" Dean yelled as he started to sit up. He realized his hands were handcuffed above his head. Memory came rushing back to him.

"Dean, I'm glad to see you're waking up." Millie came toward him with a bottle of water. "You're a lot heavier than I expected. I should have waited until you were all the way on the bed before I stunned you. I think I gave myself a hernia trying to drag you the rest of the way on," she said with a grin.

"Son of bitch, Millie, I know 'no means no!' You didn't have to stun me."

"That's not why I did it Dean. I know you would have stopped."

"Then what the hell is going on? Why did you Taser me? You are one kinky bitch." Dean pulled on the handcuffs and found they were looped through a bracket bolted to the wall. The bracket was rock solid. "You're gonna have some trouble explaining that bracket to the manager, unless this motel provides them." Dean paused with a thoughtful look on his face, like that was an interesting idea. Coming back to the discussion, Dean said "so what the hell is going on?" He was trying hard to maintain his cool.

"This isn't the first time I've had to patch holes in walls. I'm a bounty hunter, Dean. I was contacted and offered your contract. For what it's worth, I'm really wishing I'd slept with you first." Millie took a long drink from the bottle of water.

"Yeah, well THAT ship has sailed, lady. Who offered you the contract? How much are you getting for this?" Dean used his arms to pull himself up toward the head of the bed, affording Millie a delicious view of his flexed arms and abs. He had to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning his right shoulder against the headboard. Once he was sitting up, Millie offered him a drink of water.

"Are you freakin' kidding me? Next you'll probably try to poison me."

"Don't be silly, Dean. If I'd wanted you dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation." She placed the bottle at his lips and he tipped back his head and took a long drink. "Although…the contract didn't specify you had to be alive." She trailed a fingernail down his chest, giving him goose bumps. "So try not to be too much trouble, mmm'kay?" Her eyes followed the line of his throat down to his collar bones and on to his muscular chest. She sighed and turned away.

Millie picked up her cell phone and hit a speed dial button. "Hey. Ya, it's done. I'll meet you at the police station." There was a brief pause. "Okay, okay, we'll wait here. Fine, see you in a few hours." She hit the end button and turned toward Dean. "Well, it looks like we have a while to get to know each other. He's not going to be here until morning."

"Well that's just peachy. Quality time. You going to tell me who this guy is?" Dean shifted around trying to get more comfortable.

"He's a sheriff from Arizona. His name is Gordon Walker."

The look of disbelief on Dean's face gave her pause. "Gordon Walker is NOT a sheriff. He's trying to kill my brother. He's a freakin' sociopath."

"Yeah, he said you'd come up with some story like that." Millie sat in one of the chairs and crossed her long legs. "He told me you were very quick on the draw when it came to making up stories to cover your ass."

"This isn't a story, Millie, I'm serious. If Gordon hired you to do this, then he's probably after my brother right now. At least let me call and warn him!" Dean was almost panicking thinking of Sam being caught unaware by Gordon. He forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths. Sam was a big boy; he could take care of himself. There was no one Dean would rather have at his back. He kept telling himself Sam would be okay. "Look, Millie, I'm telling you the truth. Please. You can't let him hurt Sam."

"Yes, and wouldn't I just be a genius to let you call your brother and tell him where you are, so he can come and try to rescue you. Perhaps I can accidently leave the keys to the handcuffs on the nightstand by you." Millie rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair with a slight smile. Her crossed leg was swinging slightly, showing her amusement with his story.

"Fine, you call him! That's not a big deal, right? I'll give you his number." Dean looked hopefully at her. "Just tell him Dean said Gordon is in town. That's all you have to say." Millie just kept looking at him. "You have to pick up your phone first," Dean nodded toward her cell phone. "It's right over there." Millie just kept looking at him. "Right there, next to your chair. On your right."

Millie gave an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I'll call him. But if you so much as make a single sound, I will taser you again without batting an eyelash. You feel me?" At Dean's nod, she said "what's his number?" As she waited for Sam to pick up, she picked up the taser and aimed it at his chest again. He clamped his lips shut. Warning Sam was enough. He was NOT going to give her an excuse to stun him again. "This does not mean I believe you." Dean kept his mouth shut, his eyes wide, and nodded. She couldn't help but giggle at the innocent look on his face.

"Sam? Dean asked me to call you. He said to tell you Gordon is in town." Dean could hear Sam yelling into the phone from across the room. "No no no no, Dean is fine. He's fine Sam. He's in the bathroom; I'll have him call when he gets out of the shower." She hit the end button and looked at Dean with her eyebrows raised, "Good enough?"

Dean released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Yes, thank you." He shifted on the bed. "Now, you wanna uncuff me?" Millie started laughing and Dean shrugged. "Well, it never hurts to ask" he said with a grin. He was very relieved. Sammy had been warned; he'd be okay. Even better, he'd probably be along shortly to get Dean out of this. He knew how to use GPS to track a cell phone and he had Millie's number.

Just as he was thinking that, Millie turned off her cell phone and took the battery out. Then she reached for his phone and did the same thing. DAMMIT! Well, he'd just have to think of something else.