CHAPTER FOUR: HANK, I NEED YOU

Sam groaned in pain as he began to wake and all of the injuries he had endured yesterday came crashing down on him once again. Slowly, he turned on his side so he could see Dean, wondering if he was awake. "Dean?" Sam asked as he slowly rolled onto his side. When he noticed Dean was tied to the bed, he shouted, "Dean!" He wanted to get up and rush to his brother, but his screaming rib cage had different plans for him.

Dean jerked awake, his belt digging into his skin once again, causing his to grind his teeth in pain. "What, Sam? What do you need?"

"Dean, you're tied to the bed!"

"No, really?"

"How--Who did this to you?"

"I did," Jaimie piped up. "He was trying to leave last night. And I couldn't allow that."

"So, what, he's your prisoner?" Sam asked sheepishly, knowing the question could be taken in a dirty way, but hoping Jaimie's mind didn't work like Dean's.

"No. It's just, he can't get himself killed. If he does, then I'm screwed. And I fail the mission."

"So, him leaving would get him killed?"

"No, Sammy," Dean interrupted. "Jaimie just wanted me bound. She's kinky that way." He quirked an eyebrow in Jaimie's direction. "I'm surprised you didn't gag me, too, sweetheart. Normally that comes along with the whole 'bondage' thing we have going on."

Jaimie rolled her eyes and groaned in disgust. "Hey, if you want to go hunt the vampires now, be my guest." She walked over to Dean and untied him, trying to keep her distance in case he tried anything. Unfortunately, she couldn't stay too far away, and he grabbed her wrist.

Dean crushed his lips against Jaimie's, putting everything he had into the kiss. He smiled against her lips as he felt her struggle to get away, pushing his tongue into her mouth. With his other hand, he pulled her closer to him, almost on top of him.

After a lot of struggling, Jaimie managed to get away from Dean's lips. "Dean! What are you doing?!" she demanded.

"Finishing what we started last night," Dean answered simply, trying to pull her to him again. "Come on, help me out here."

Jaimie struggled against Dean's hold on her. "Dean, let me go."

Dean smiled. "Oh, you mean like you let me go last night?"

"That was different. I was protecting you from your own stupidity." She jerked her wrist again, but Dean had been ready for it, and he tightened his grip, but not enough to hurt her. "You're verging on rape, Dean."

Dean smiled again. "Come on, I'm not actually going to force you to do anything you don't want." He let her go, laying back down on the bed. "I was just having a little fun. Getting payback."

Jaimie knew she didn't have the right to be mad at him because she had basically done the same thing to him last night. She had been a tease, and she knew it. And, to top it off, she couldn't deny the fact that she loved that kiss. Dean was very talented. Still, she chose to be mad. "You're a jerk," she told him hotly.

"I know. Sam tells me that all the time."

"Speaking of Sam," Sam finally piped up, "he's going to take a nice, long, hot, relaxing shower. I'll see you guys when I'm out." Slowly, still in pain, he stood. "And don't do anything stupid while I'm in there, Dean."

Dean gave him his signature 'what-the-hell!' look before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Dean and Jaimie alone.

The second they were alone, Dean regretted trying to get payback. The room was quiet. Too quiet. He wanted Jaimie to talk. Even if it was to yell at him. He just wanted her to talk. Finally, he stood up, pulling his shirt off and wiggling his body, feeling his aching muscles pop.

"What are you doing?" Jaimie asked as she tried not to realize he had taken his shirt off.

"Nothing. I'm thirsty. Gonna get a beer." He walked over to the fridge and opened the door, pulling out a beer. "You want?"

Jaimie rolled her eyes at him. "What do you think, Dean?" Dean smirked and then walked over to the table where she was sitting, standing painfully close to her. She knew he was doing this on purpose. Crap! she thought to herself. Last night had been a huge mistake. "Do you have to be half naked to drink a beer?"

Dean looked down at Jaimie, a smile playing at his lips. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" Jaimie looked up at him, her face showing no sign of humor. "Well, I could put a shirt on if you want me to, but i figure why bother, I'm going to be showering soon anyway."

Jaimie was fighting her body. Everything in her was screaming at her to touch Dean's well-muscled, and at the moment, very naked, chest. She wanted to run her hands over his taught abs and feel the heat that was radiating from him under her palms. Are angels even supposed to be having these kinds of thoughts? she mentally asked herself. Finally, she tore her gaze away from Dean. "Don't you have an army of vampires to go kill, or something?"

"Nah. Bobby texted me. He took care of it last night with a couple of his buddies." Dean could tell he was making Jaimie feel awkward, and he smiled. Slowly, he inched closer to her; however, he didn't move too much at a time because she would get the clue that he was actually moving. "So, what do we do now?"

Jaimie shrugged, her shoulder and upper arm brushing up against Dean's bare body. She flinched away, a gasp escaping her lips. Quickly, she gathered herself, not wanting Dean to know how badly he was messing with her mind and body right now. "I-I guess we wait. For another hunt. Maybe. Or, we could take Sam to the hospital, see if the damage from last night is worse than we thought."

Dean shook his head. "No, no way. Sammy and I don't do hospitals. Too many questions."

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Sam emerged, fully clothed, his wet hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks. He looked at Dean, and he frowned, knowing what Dean was trying to do. Yeah, like that will happen. She's an angel working for her wings. "Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked. He looked over at Jaimie. "Alone?"

With a final smile at Jaimie, Dean pushed himself away from the table, following Sam into the bathroom. "What?" he asked, flinching away from Sam's disappointed stare.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Well, I was waiting for you to get out of the shower so I could get in. Why?"

"That's not what I mean, Dean. I mean, what are you doing with Jaimie."

Dean put on his 'I have no idea what you are talking about' face. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Dean, she's an angel! Or she will be, once she's done saving your ass."

"So?"

"So, Dean, she's not going to sleep with you. So stop flirting with her already. It's embarrassing."

"Oh, don't worry, Sammy," Dean assured him, placing his hand on Sam's shoulder. "She'll sleep with me. They all do. I mean, come on. Do you really think anyone can resist this?" He threw his arms out to the side, giving Sam a better view of his body. "Huh?"

Sam shook his head, rolled his eyes, and sighed. He left the bathroom to go talk to Jaimie, a civilized person. He was done with Dean. There was no way he was getting through his brother's thick skull. He could at least warn Jaimie. However, when he went to the kitchen to talk to her, she was gone.

Jaimie stood outside the motel, staring at the sky. The chilly air felt good on her overheated body. "Hank," she begged, still looking at the sky. "Hank, please." She shook her head, smiling slightly. "Hank, I need you."

Suddenly, Hank was before her, looking worried. "What is it, Jaimie? Is there a problem with the Winchester boy?"

Jaimie laughed. "Yeah, there's a problem. He's freaking gorgeous. And he knows how to use his looks as a weapon." She looked down at the ground, focusing on a piece of gravel and laughed slightly, remembering the kiss she had shared with Dean this morning. "I can't do this, Hank." She looked into his eyes once more. "You have to reassign me."

Hank looked at her, confused. "Why? You are the best we have. You have not lost a customer yet."

"Please, don't ask questions, just do it. There are so many others who want this case. I don't. I never did. All of the women up there do. Can't I trade?"

"Like I said, you are the best, and this is a heavy case. So, I'm sorry, but no."

"Hank, I have never complained about an assignment. Ever. I do my job and I keep my mouth shut. But I'm begging you...please, reassign me."

Hank was beginning to worry about Jaimie. They had been friends a long time, and he had sort of a soft spot for her. But even if he wanted to reassign her, it was out of his hands. He had strict orders to put her on this case. "Jaimie, why?"

"Because...I'm attracted to him," she whispered, ashamed. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "For two years, twenty cases, all men, all attractive, I have never slipped up. When I first started, I promised myself I wouldn't be like the others. Sleep with every one of my male customers that came on to me. I vowed I wouldn't sleep with any of them. I wouldn't feel for any of them." She sat down on the bench behind her, resting her elbows on her knees. "And I've been good. But now, on my last case, I'm going to blow it."

Hank took a seat next to Jaimie. "You've done great. And I understand why you want to be reassigned. Look, Jaimie, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's that I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"I had strict orders to put you on this case. You. No one else."

"Oh. I see." Jaimie looked at Hank, determined. "Then I can do this. I'll save the day, and...I'll get my wings." She smiled.

"That's the spirit," Hank smiled. "Well, I'm needed back at the station." He stood and began to walk away; however, he turned around. "And Jaimie, it's okay to have a little fun on your last case. Because once this is over, you won't have the opportunity." He winked, knowing she knew what he meant.

Jaimie smiled at Hank as she watched him walk into the light that would take him home. She let out a slow breath. "I can do this," she whispered to herself, standing and walking back into the motel to face Dean again.

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A/N: Review please. It motivates me to continue.