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It took Dean a little while to realize that she was asleep and it brought a slight smile to his face, knowing how scared and tense she had been before. He stretched his arm out and grabbed his tea from the nightstand just behind Mia's head. He tried to keep his movements slow so that he wouldn't wake her and when he settled back down again she mumbled something and nuzzled a bit closer to him, her leg finding it's way up over his good one.

He drank his tea whilst watching the movie, eyes wandering down over her body every so often, her top had slid up revealing a bit of her stomach. He could see one of the scars there, disappearing down her hip and up under her top. It wasn't the worst scarring he'd ever seen but it looked like they had been pretty deep, now only showing as a slightly white line against her skin.

He let his eyes linger on her face and really looking at her for the first time noticed that she was a beautiful girl, it was a bit weird for him to watch her sleep as he'd never seen her that still before. She was always moving around, either smiling and laughing or busying herself with taking care of him. Her skin was soft and a few strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail, framing her face.

He reached over and put his cup down on the nightstand again, and slid a bit further down in bed. Mia mimicked his movement, making her top slide up even more, to reveal the start of yet another scar. Dean reached out to trace them with his fingers but stopped himself last minute, letting his hand rest next to hers on his stomach instead, trying again to focus on the TV.

The figures seemed to be moving around too fast for him to really see what was going on on the screen and again his eyes wandered to that little bit of bare skin. He found himself wondering how it would feel to touch her, what she liked and how she would look like when lost in the feel of his body against hers. He shook his head a little, again trying to focus on the film. After a couple of minutes though, the urge to touch was too big and he let his hand slowly slide up her arm, then down again, the feel of soft skin and woman overtaking his senses. He found his way down her stomach and let a finger trace along her scar and then back over her arm. Soft skin rubbing against his strong callused hands.

She woke up somewhere in the middle of him stroking her arm but stayed still, almost not to break the spell of him touching her. She kept her eyes closed, slowly starting to move her fingers again, letting them slide alongside the hem of his sweatpants. It felt like the air was electric and she moved her body a bit closer to his, slightly rubbing her leg against him. Just the simple touch made Dean's breathing speed up and he traced her arm and let his fingers slide up her neck and under her chin, angling her face so that it was just inches away from his.

She could feel his breath on her lips and got completely lost in his eyes as he moved his mouth closer to hers. Their lips were barely touching when the shrill ring from Deans cell made them both jump, banging their heads together. Mia could feel her face growing hot and sat up, turned her back to him, rubbing her forehead as he picked up.

"Sam, you OK?" On the other end of the line Sam was grumpily rolling his eyes. No, he was not OK, he was wet and cold!

"It's raining." He could hear Dean's laboured breathing through the phone.

"Why are you out of breath? You're not up and walking around are you? I told you to stay in bed!"

"I'm fine. So you called me because the big evil rain is being mean to you?"

"No." Sam huffed before he continued.

"I found the grave and you better have some whiskey or some of Mia's tea for me when I get back because I am already soaked." Even Sam himself noticed the whiny undertone in his own voice and it made him clear his throat and stand up a little straighter. Dean's low chuckle on the other end didn't help his mood and he huffed down the phone once more.

"Look Sammy, if you need my help or if you're too much of a girl to do it, all you have to do is come pick me up."

"No, I'll do it. You stay in your warm, dry bed. Just saying that you timing with getting sick, sucks. See you in a couple of hours."

"OK, whatever you say, Samantha."

"Bite me. Stay in bed." Sam hung up and looked at the grave in front of him, a sigh escaping his lips, pulling his hand through his already wet hair he started digging.

It took him about three hours to finish it up, it all having been for nothing, everything in that coffin was burned already. He was soaked all the way through his layers of clothing and he hurried back to the car.

He dug around in the trunk when he finally got there, finding a dry change of clothes to quickly jump in to. After he chucked his wet clothes in the backseat he climbed in to the driver's seat, trying to stop his teeth from rattling and hands from shaking he turned up the heat and just sat there for a little while, slowly getting the feeling back in his fingers.

The drive to the motel seemed to go on forever, it was cold and dark and by the time he got back he had a hard time keeping his eyes open. He'd been fantasizing about a hot shower the whole drive and grunted as he got out of the car, tired muscles aching and protesting.

The TV was the only thing that was giving any sort of light in the room as he quietly opened the door, he met Dean's alert eyes in the dark and located Mia lying next to him, fast asleep. He gave a small 'I'm OK'-nod, watched Dean close his eyes to go back to sleep, and headed straight for the bathroom and the hot shower he'd so longed for.