A moan escaped his lips as the girl rode him hard.

He couldn't really remember how he had ended up here in a crappy motel room with her so quickly.

The moment she'd walked into the bar earlier that evening wearing those tight black jeans and a t-shirt short enough to reveal a toned stomach just crying out to be licked, she had had her pick of the guys in there.

Yet after a few seconds of looking around seemingly bored she'd locked eyes on him and confidently walked over.

"Hi" he'd said slightly unnerved by her forwardness and the weight of the envious eyes from around the bar on him. But he knew he was a good looking boy, girls rarely resisted his charm once they'd looked in his green eyes and he'd flashed them his charming yet slightly cocky grin.

"Do you want to show a new girl round town?" She'd asked, a soft british accent only increasing her appeal.

He'd tried to play it cool leaning back on the bar and catching his friends eye while smirking, but when he looked back at the girl ready to deliver whatever line he'd thought of he'd found himself being drawn to her, his body desperate to get close, his mind now filled only with thoughts of wanting, no needing to put his mouth on her, to touch her skin.

Thinking about it now he wondered why she hadn't been scared by his sudden invasion of her personal space. If anything she had been just as desperate for his touch as he was judging by the look in her eyes, so here he was laying naked on a musty motel bed while this long haired beauty rode him almost to the point of pain.

Focusing on her in the dim light he saw that her hair hung forward over her face and she made no sound. He on the other hand, he realised, was moaning and crying out to God like girls he'd seen in cheap porn movies.

A fog seemed to be clearing from his head as he wondered how long they'd been here.

He ached and looking down he saw his own chest covered in scratches.

"Hey, slow down a minute" he spoke softly, the dryness of his throat making him sound raspy. Raising his shoulders off the bed he gently caressed the girls face ashamed at realising he didn't even know her name "Hey beautiful we don't have to rush this" he smoothed her hair away from her face.

He froze when he found himself looking at the face of the girl from the bar only something was wrong with her eyes, they weren't normal.

One flashed red, seemingly dancing with flames, while the other was such an ice cold blue that he felt himself shiver when he looked into it.

Panicked he tried to back away but her thighs held him locked fast to the bed with an unbreakable strength as pain starting in his eyes consumed him.

Xxx

The tramp winced when he heard a door slam shut and huddled deeper into his coat. As he willed his painfully bent body to push his cart forward he offered a silent prayer that whoever was slamming doors at this time of night would pass him by. He wasn't sure he could recover from another random beating, his body was already riddled with pain due to his curved spine. Hanging tight to his cart that contained all his worldly possessions, trash to others but precious to him, he walked a few steps slowly down the street.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand landed on his shoulder but soon he stood there unafraid as a warmth spread through his body.

"I'm sorry" he heard a woman say before footsteps echoed around the street as she walked away.

He wondered what on earth she was sorry for as he slowly unfolded himself from the position he'd been stuck in for the last thirty years. A miracle, he thought to himself as tears of joy fell down his face. Turning to catch a glimpse of his angel he saw long blonde hair turn the corner out of sight.

Xxx

Sam stood barely listening to the police officer as he watched his brother standing in the door of the motel room.

He hated seeing Dean looking so worn out. This whole thing with Bea was seriously out of control with them chasing around the country trying to make sense of the mess she was leaving behind.

But this, this was different. This was worse.

"Thank you Officer" Sam said before moving to his brothers side to look over his shoulder into the room.

There he saw the young man laid out on dirty sheets, his clothes thrown hastily at the foot of the bed. He couldn't of been more than 21 years old, although with most of his face blackened to ash it was hard to tell. Scratches, obviously made by fingernails, decorated his chest and Sam was grateful that someone had thought to preserve the boys dignity by covering his naked groin with a sheet.

Once he'd finished observing the scene before him Sam looked up to see Dean, his face full of bewilderment, staring back at him. Looking around to see if any of the officers were paying Dean's reaction to the crime scene any attention he quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and moved him away to the the edge of the building.

"Dean you have got to hold it together!" Sam whispered loudly into his face.

Dean blinked a few times then roughly ran his hand over his face as though trying to clear what he'd just seen from his mind, looking up at Sam he said "I just don't get it, most of the others were a threat, she probably had no choice but to defend herself, but this...this kid..."

Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes before saying "The officer has witnesses giving a near exact description of Bea at a local bar across town. Seems she went to the bar looking to..." he winced then continued "to hook up. Witnesses say she was there no more than five minutes before she left with the boy". Pausing to push his hair off his face he hated to continue with the information but Dean had to know "Then there's the other motel guests statements"

"What did they see?" Dean asked

"More what they heard" Sam let the sentence hang not really needing to explain further

Dean rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips shaking his head.

Raised voices at the corner of the block caught their attention. There a homeless man was shouting loudly as Officers tried to move him along.

"Hallelujah! She saved me" he shouted "An angel! Hallelujah!"

Sam and Dean walked over to the commotion. "Sir what's going on here?" Dean asked

"An angel, the blonde angel healed me"

The brothers shared a look before Sam asked "Healed you how?"

"For thirty years I've lived with a curved spine, thirty years in agony" the tramps eyes filled with tears "and with one touch she healed me, the angel, the blonde angel"

"Did she say anything to you?" Dean desperately demanded to know

"Yes but it didn't make any sense. She said she was sorry"