I laid there for a second, Coyote laughed and shoved me towards the edge of the bed. "Room service was your idea, not mine. Tough shit Babe."

"I get no damn sympathy, none."

She arched her back and licked her lips, "Nope. Go get the food, I'm wounded and hungry."

Talk about having to change gears. I rolled my way off the bed, got up and grabbed the food. I didn't bother calling Sam, just knocked on his door with my elbow since my hands were full. "Hey, food's here."

I heard a muffled "Okay" then the door opened. I looked over his shoulder and saw that the laptop was actually closed. Good. My panic attack about possibly losing Coyote must still have been showing on my face somehow because he paused before stepping out into the hall. "You all right?"

"Yeah. Let's eat."

He let me slide, shut his door and we went back to my room. I divvied up all the food and we settled down to eat. "So Sam, when did you become a ninja? That was a crazy ass flying kick man!"

"What?" Coyote asked, "I missed that."

In typical Sam fashion he seemed a bit shy about it and tried to shrug it off, "Just been learning some stuff from Oliver and Roy. When I stayed there all those years ago Oliver said that I'd be pretty devastating if I learned how to use my legs better. I've had the time over the last year so figured why not. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. I'm so used to flying through the air anyway thanks to all the crap we fight that I actually have pretty good air awareness, which, according to Oliver, is the hardest part to learn. The rest is just practice."

"You'll have to show Coyote sometime. He looked like Bruce Lee, seriously. Nailed Gordon straight in the face, landed and tried to one shot, one kill him. It was brutal."

"Dude, I'm not that good."

"Sam, someone as big as you are moving like that, it's damn impressive. I'm a little jealous."

That made him smile, "I can show you if you want."

"Me too," Coyote said, "I'd love to learn something new."

"Sure, next time I'm over at your guys' place I'll give you the basics."

"Good," Coyote replied, "That way next time Badger acts up I'll have a new way to humiliate him."

"Speaking of Badger," Sam said after he took another bite. "What was up with that whole fight anyway? You never really explained it. I thought all of that was said and done."

"It was, until I decided to step down as leader of the tribe," she explained.

Sam slowly set his beer back down on the table, "You what? Why?"

She told him the whole story, he didn't say anything until she finished. I think both of us were surprised at how pissed off he looked. "They seriously thought there was some weird threesome thing going on?"

"Probably not," she answered, "those two just hate me so will do or say anything they can think of to piss me off."

He shook his head, took another drink then got serious, "I know I'm not the expert here and I'm not trying to piss you off or tell you what to think, but, I think both you and Rising Dove, all respect to him, are wrong.

It took her a second before she said anything, "Why?"

"I see how much you care about those people, about bettering their lives. Maybe back in the old days, when everything wasn't so interconnected you'd have to choose one or the other, being in the "white man's world" or with your people, but it's different now. Yes, you love Dean, there's no denying that, and sure, he somehow makes you happy; not sure how, he's kind of a dick," he said with a huge smirk on his face.

Jackass. "Gee thanks."

The smirk disappeared again, "But you choosing to help him, help us, it's not some sort of sign that you don't care about them. What you can do, your abilities, yes they're rare but nothing says that you should only use them to help your people. That would be like saying you can't learn what you used at school or the money you make with your degree to build that truck stop. Those are skills too. How is it right to use what you learned when you left the tribe for them but not use what you were born with to help us?"

"I..." she didn't have a comeback for that, I didn't either, "..never looked at it that way."

He had a damn good point. She started chewing her bottom lip as she thought all of the ramifications of that over in her head. "Not sure they'd let me back on the council though after that whole scene," she said.

"Maybe not, but it sounded like you have more people with you than against you. I understand why Hunting Bat said what she did about not being able to say how the tribe would view you when you go back but, they didn't try to mob Dean after he destroyed three people. No one came for your guys' heads, think about it. I mean, most of them have helped with the truck stop, and they all seem excited about it. You're a good leader, I hear things when I go for my jogs around there at night. Don't be surprised that everyone still expects you to lead when you get back, official title or not."

A weight I hadn't really noticed seem to leave her, "Thanks Sam. We'll see what happens when we get back, but it's nice to hear an outsider perspective."

"No problem."

We finished up, watched some random shows on TV and relaxed for a few hours. Sam started to get restless and Coyote was fighting to keep her eyes open. Probably because I'd found the herbs labeled sleep and thrown some in her third cup of tea. She didn't seem to notice but I wasn't buying it, she probably just wanted to make me feel like I'd gotten away with something. Which was fine by me as long as she got some rest.

Sam got up, "I should probably check in with Felicity. This was a good idea Dean, thanks."

"I'll join you. I think Coyote's done for."

That's when she gave me a sly ass little grin, "Giving me a taste of my own medicine?"

"Yup. You need to sleep. I'll be back later."

"All right. Can you grab me my bag? Going to change and pass out."

Her ankle wasn't all that swollen, thankfully, so she really didn't need me to hover over her anymore. I gave her the bag, kissed her forehead, grabbed the room service tray and set it next to the door in the hall on the way to Sam's room. Room service kind of rocks. Going to have to do that more often.

I sat on the bed as he opened the laptop up and logged in. "Why am I not surprised?" he muttered.

"What?"

"Felicity didn't take a break, I'm starting to think she's half machine."

"It's possible. She find anything useful?"

"Yes and no. Lots of cryptic text messages. That's the problem with burner phones, you miss out on the prior conversations because it was on a different number. Looks like Gordon got this group pretty well trained as hunters, none of the messages on these phones date back more than two weeks. No name so far for the leader chick, just refer to her or them as the alphas. Sounds like everyone was pretty scared of them though."

"Oh fun."

"She went through the site for any other references to the wolves Magnus talked about, didn't find anything."

"Didn't expect there to be. They didn't even know about Purgatory, why would they know about Alphas. It's all right. We'll go in loaded with silver, Magnus said that still worked. Shoot them full of silver and take the heads. Nothing's immune to that. Well, except a Knight of Hell, which these aren't, hopefully."

"Huh, we'd probably know more about them if they were. The Men of Letters did specialize in demons."

"True."

My text alert went off, it was Gerald. "Well here's some good news anyway." I said as I read through the message. "Everyone made it out of surgery, Rick's on his way back home and Gerald didn't tell him where anyone staying. Rick was fine with it and said he was sorry but it was probably safer for him to bail since that wolf or whoever got inside his head. Rick said he'd text you when he got home to let us know that his family was fine. He's already planning on moving them."

He shook his head and sighed, "Anything happens to his wife and kid..."

"We had to."

"I know, just..."

"I think the fact that he saved Gerald's ass and fought with us made an impression on the people who stayed. Hopefully they'll talk to Sean and Ruth and get them to chill out and keep things to themselves."

"God I hope so, speaking of God. I'll try to call Cas."

"Yeah." He dialed, put the phone on speaker and it started ringing. One ring, nothing. My eyes drifted around the room. It was kind of nice to not see cracks in the wall and a first class paint job done in light brown color. There weren't any questionable stains on the tv stand/dresser thing and the bed was memory foam. The comforter was soft and squishy in a good way and was a nice off white color. Everything was clean, spotless even. If we'd stayed in hotels like these growing up it wouldn't have been so bad. We were on the ninth ring when it went to voice mail.

"Cas, call us as soon as you can," Sam said. "We're worried." He hung up and looked at me.

"Wish he could teleport like the old days. If he got sent somewhere in the middle of Heaven who knows how long it will take him to find a portal."

"Maybe we could pray to Hannah?"

"And let her know he's there? He said that she'd helped convince them to not kill him but who knows how the balance of power is up there now."

"We've got to try something. At least to find out if he's still alive."

"I know but I can't think of a way to do that. You?"

He leaned back and shook his head, "No."

"Maybe Coyote can reach him somehow, he said she hits different wavelengths. If we don't hear from him in a couple of hours we can try that."

"All right, better than nothing I guess." His eyes drifted to the right of my head for a minute, he was getting ready to bring something awkward up. "So, you holding up all right?"

Called it, "Didn't snap or start going all Terminator so I guess so."

"Good, but that wasn't what I was getting at." He glanced towards the door.

I'd already changed how I was doing things with the hotel, room service and downtime request, may as well keep going, "Am I scared? Yeah, scared shitless, but I can't, scratch that, won't tell her what to do. I could tell her to go home or stay in the room while we go out and fight this bitch, but it wouldn't make a difference. You know her, you think she would sit this out?"

"No, I know she won't."

"She accepted me with all my baggage and crap, I owe her the same respect. This is who she is and I wouldn't change it. If that means I freak out a day before we head into some major crap, so be it. I got it out of my system, better to do it now then when we're in the middle of a fight."

His eyes stayed locked onto mine for a long minute, we both didn't talk about the real question on his mind. The what if question. I already knew the answer and I had a feeling he did too. "All right. Just checking in."

My whole mood shifted, I wanted to be next to her, not here. "Thanks. Look, since there's nothing new I'll head back over there. Anything pops up let me know."

"Sure. I'll check in on Oliver too."

"Good."

I walked back across the hall, changed into some sweats, curled up next to her and put tomorrow out of my mind. I was holding her, she was alive. That was all that I cared about, all I needed.