Dean got up and pulled his pants on, sighing a bit to himself. It was fun while it lasted, but now guilt was creeping in. He hadn't meant to go that far with Bianca, but it had happened, nonetheless.

"Oh God." Bianca muttered.

Dean nodded. They were a lot less drunk now, and it was all creeping in. They hadn't meant any of it, but something was going to bite one of them.

Bianca got dressed and left the room first, Kyla sitting on the couch. She looked up and then looked away, back to the television. Sam brought her coffee, and they acted like Bianca and Dean didn't exist. They were beyond pissed.

"Morning." Bianca tried.

She heard Kyla mutter something like, "fuck off", but she didn't know what she'd really said. Bianca felt so bad, and poured herself some coffee, wishing she could take it back, but she couldn't.

"Kyla just left." Dean said, coming into the kitchen. "She looked at me and left. I wanted to go after her, but it's so damn bright outside."

Bianca sighed. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean any of it."

Dean nodded. "I didn't mean any of it either."

"Ky and I are going to coffee, so we'll see you around." Sam said, and it was obvious how mad he was too.

Dean sighed. "We don't deserve them."

"God I feel like shit." Bianca agreed.

Dean left to go back to the bedroom, and Sam came into the kitchen, angry, and yet looking like he had something to say.

"You're stupid." Sam said.

Bianca blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You're stupid. You slept with Dean when I loved you. I still love you. Why, I have no idea, but I'm sure that Kyla is asking herself the same question. You're just--you're stupid, Bianca." Sam said quickly, and kissed her, quite unexpectedly, only to storm out of the room as quickly as he had come.

"I...love you too..." Bianca got out as the motel door closed loudly.

****

Kyla was now on her fourth slice of pie. Sam had no idea how she packed it all in and kept her figure, but somehow she managed. She was super depressed, but she had no more tears to shed.

"I hate him." She said, stabbing her pie rather violently. "I got my own room in the motel. I'm not sleeping near him. Or with him for that matter. After that stupid virus I got, and the pregnancy scare, and then sleeping with B, he deserves to be dumped on his ass. Am I right?"

Sam sighed and took her hand. "I bet he's beating himself up over it."

Kyla scoffed. "Dean? Having second thoughts about a conquest? What demented reality are you living in, and where can I buy a house?"

Sam smiled. "He doesn't deserve you, you know."

"No, he doesn't, but I deserve him. Does that make any sense? Have I crossed over into nonsensical land without an exit visa?" Kyla asked.

"No more pie for you." Sam said, trying to take it from her, but moving his hand when she poked it with her fork.

"Get your own pie, Sammy." She said.

Sam smiled. "I would, but I'm afraid you'd eat it. Hey...I kissed Bianca."

"You what?" Kyla asked. "When the Hell did that happen?"

"Right before we left." Sam said. "It just kind of...happened."

Kyla sighed. "Might as well have. I don't fault Bianca. I fault Dean. He can't keep it in his pants. Where'd he get that from? I mean not from his Dad--you turned out beautifully."

"Not beautifully. I'm afraid that part of the stalking gene Dean got somehow got turned on in me." Sam joked, and Kyla smiled.

"I'm ready to head back, I think. I have to pack my things, move to the other room, AND walk off this pie. It may be sinking in just how much I ate." She said, and after they paid, she went into the motel room and started to pack, Dean coming out of the bathroom, just a towel wrapped around him.

He frowned when he saw her packing, and rested his hands on her shoulders, making her stiffen and stop what she was doing.

"If your family jewels are important to you at all, you'll take your hands off of me. As of this moment, I am no longer talking to you, so this is your one and only warning." Kyla warned.

Dean let go of her and sighed. "I was drunk. I am so sorry, Ky. You know I am. I love you, and I know that was a rotten way of showing it, but I really didn't mean to do it. I was wasted. I regret every second of it."

Kyla just looked at him, held up her bag a little, and left the room, surprised to see Bianca standing there with her bag too.

"I'm going with you." Bianca said, and Kyla nodded.

"Yeah, okay." She replied, and the two went to the other motel room.

****

"So you and Sam?" Kyla asked two days later, lounging on the couch watching some movie with this couple arguing in the rain.

Bianca smiled. "Yeah. He and I talked a bit, and we're dating. He even wants to come over tonight."

"Well Sammy is always welcome, but Dean better be finding something else to do." Kyla said.

Bianca sighed, and opened the door when a knock sounded, smiling at a slightly damp Sam. She and Ky had a room where the door opened to the outside, and it was raining. Kyla got up when she saw Dean, and started to close the door, hitting Dean's foot as he stopped it.

"I was invited." He told her.

She glared at him, and then she grabbed her jacket, still refusing to talk to him. When he came in, she slammed the door shut behind her, and walked out into the rain. Not having anywhere to go, she stood out there as it poured down harder, and hugged herself.

"You're an idiot!" Dean said.

Kyla ignored him, crying a little, wishing she didn't feel this betrayed. He was drunk. He said he regretted it, so why couldn't she take him back? Why did she feel like she needed a grand gesture?

"You're an asshole." She told him, knowing she couldn't ignore him forever.

Dean stood in front of her and looked her in the eye.

"I love you. I picked you. Yes, I made a stupid mistake, but I'm ready to grovel. I love how when you're mad, you wrinkle up your nose, and your nostrils flare a little when you glare. I love that when you laugh, you don't mind how loud you are, and when you love, you give every part of yourself." Dean explained with a grin on his face.

"Stop." She told him softly.

He shook his head. "I want to yell out loud to the world that I am lucky enough to have your love, Kyla-Ky. I want everyone to know how beautiful and miraculous, you are."

"I meant shut-up and kiss me, you Moron." She replied, and kissed him.

The rain continued to pour down, but Kyla wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, starting to unbutton his shirt, and then I grabbed his hand and took him to the motel room, shutting the door quickly, when we opened it to Bianca pulling Sam's shirt off over his head.

"My room's still open." Dean breathed.

Kyla smiled. "Well let's go then."