"Morning!" I chimed, watching Sam emerge from his newly purchased Hotel Room right next door to the original. "I made some coffee." I offered, pouring some in a mug and passing it to him as he allowed the door to shut behind him and drop into the chair nearest to said door. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like shit." Sam growled, sipping on the coffee, making a face as I passed him sugar and creamer and dropped into the seat across from him.  "You?"

"Like shit." I echoed as a flash of a amusement came over us but disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Sam, can I say something?"

Sam finished mixing his sugar and creamer and looked up at me from across the table, "Of course."

"last night, we -" I started, but paused, frowning down at my own sad hotel-style coffee. Sam adjusted in the chair, getting my attention back as I pushed on. "- we had another moment."

"We did." Sam agreed, beaming down at his coffee now.

"We both care way too much for Dean to do anything on this..." I stated, pointing at the table. "...we both understand that my memory has been fucked with, and what I'm feeling for you is very much new."

"Yes." Sam nodded, now glaring at my left hand, where the Promise Ring was placed.

"I love Dean." I sighed, pulling my hands off the table, as Sam frowned at the words. "But I like you too, and not in just a friend way either."

Sam looked up at me finally, allowing our eyes to lock.

"All I'm asking for is time." I stated, managing to hold this gaze, allowing it to linger. "All I'm asking for is for me to be able to make a clear cut decision with all the information -"

"- you mean with all your memory?" Sam corrected, without breaking eye contact.

"Yes." I sighed, leaning forward over the table and taking his hand from his mug. "I'm asking you to allow me to figure this out, full heartedly, with full memory - with full consent."

Sam beamed up into my eyes as he looked down at my fingers wrapped in his. He knew I was right, he knew what we were feeling for each other was wrong, especially with Dean in the picture. We were both so eaten with guilt that we could barely make eye contact anymore, especially around Dean when he was around.

"Dani," sighed Sam, catching my attention after a moment of silence. "You have the right to all the information in the world to make a decision. You have the right to figure out how you feel on your own, just know something though and please do something for me."

I blinked at him, "What?"

"You need to know what happened while you were gone for that year." He frowned, his eyes landing back on our hands as I slowly pulled away. "You need to ask Dean about that, if we're talking honesty here."

I felt my heart drop at this suggestion, given its implication.

Sam knew something I didn't. Dean was honest about something with Sam, but wasn't with me.

I frowned down at our hands as we both jolted apart as the hotel room door beeped and then opened as Dean and Sierra entered. Sam and I shifted nervously as Dean glared over at us, and then even more so over at Sierra. I caught the glare, but was more concerned at why he was looking at my sister that way.

"How did it go?" I broke the silence as Dean dropped his bag on the nearest bed and pulled a beer out of the fridge and Sierra leaned against the wall, nervously. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." Dean waved my worry away as he downed the entire beer and grabbed another. "Just a weird mission."

"Was it a poltergeist?" Sam asked, glancing at me.

"It was something..." Dean smirked, looking across the room at Sierra, who just kept her eyes down. "...Sam, where's your stuff?"

"Next door." He answered, pointing at the wall Sierra was leaning against.

"May I put my stuff in there?" Asked Sierra, almost immediately as Sam, hesitated, but nodded and we watched as he and Sierra moved out of the room to get her situation. This left Dean and I by ourselves for the first time in a while.

"May i?" Dean asked, as I rose from the chair to allow him to take it to get on the laptop.

"What are you looking up?" I asked, sipping on the mug as he began tapping away.

"It had to have been more than a poltergeist..." sighed Dean, frowning at his google search. "Maybe..." He muttered as I dropped into the seat that Sam occupied as he began speaking again "...must've been off that flashdrive, Dani - Babe - could you grab that flashdrive in my bag?" asked Dean, typing a little more on the laptop as I moved across the room and picked up his bag to palce on the bed to start digging through.

"Where is it?" I asked, beginning to pull some of his clothes out and tossing them onto the bed.

"Should be the inside pocket, the front side of the interiror of the bag." Dean instructed, earning a dead glare from me as I began to dig deeper, and he giggled as he watched, but the smile on his lips evaporated when I paused in my digging and pulled out a pastel pink, lacy bra.

My face dropped as I looked from the bra to Dean, whose face flushed white. He watched as I lowered the bra so I could read the tag on it. My eyes went wide and looked up at Dean impressed.

"Wh -?" started Dean rising out of his chair, but I shut him down fast, holding up my hand.

"Nope, I'm just trying to figure out how to approach this." I quivered, moving around the bed and dropping down on the mattress facing Dean, still beaming down at the bra. "I have two reactions here I could go with, and I think I'm going to let you pick which one i do."

"Wh - ?" Dean attempted to speak again as I held up a hand, I heard him drop his arms in surrender as I glared from him to bra.

"Option one," I began, rising to my feet and slowly approaching him from the bed. "I react as your girlfriend," I started, counting on my fingers while twirling the bra around my fingers on my other hand, "blow my fucking top only for you to say that she was nothing, it happened while I was gone and - or - that you didn't know when or if I would be found etc. etc. etc blah blah blah?" I smirked, mockingly gesturing with my hand.

Dean swallowed hard, not breaking eye contact with me.

"Am I hot or cold?" I pushed, without a response as I stopped right in front of him, making his eyes get eye level with mine, while still twirling the bra in my hand.

"Option two," I sighed, following his gaze, as he attempted to look away from me, which only made him catch my gaze again. "I react as your friend," I stated, holding up two fingers now," and ask you how you amanged to score someone with a bigger chest than your ex's. Ask you how good she was? Ask you where I could find her -?"

"Dani." Dean almost barked, lunging for the bra, but I snatched it out of reach.

"Dean." I mocked, as his eyes locked on mine with a knowing frown. "Who was she?" I asked with heavy sigh as I glared down at the lace.

"She was no one." he hissed, and when he saw my unstatisfied glare, he shook his head, lowering his gaze. "She was nothing to me, Dani."

"Dean," I smirked, causing him to stop in mid movement with his jaw to speak again, our eyes locked as I asked, reluncantly, "Option 1 or 2?"

Dean frowned, glaring down at the floor, ashamed.

I felt a familiar knot forming in my throat.

My chest began to ache.

I fought back tears as I looked up at the popcorn ceiling, wishing with all my might to be anywhere else but here. To be in any other situation but this one.

My eyes dropped back down at the pink bra. I nodded slowly, starting to pass him the bra. He hesitated and genly took it from me.

"Here." I quivered, sniffling and fighting back tears, but losing said battle as I made my way around him in an attempt to barrell for the door, only for him to follow.

"Dani -" He started, shoving the door shut in my face before I could pull the door passed ajar. "- It was only one girl -"

"- one time?" I quesitoned, firmly glaring at the hotel door, fixating my eyes on the chipped paint on the metal hotel room door. I began to wonder why something so simple was still fucked up.

I slowly turned to face to Dean, when he didn't answer.

"It was -" He started, but we both had a slunking, sinking feeling of a slow burn that was the realization that he had waited too long to respond.

"- more than once?" I asked, feeling my brow begin to wrinkle and that knot threatened to come up through my mouth.

"Jessica didn't -" started Dean, but I held up my hand, nodding again. "- Dani -"

I attempted to pry open the door again, only for him to shoved the door shut again. His eyes went wide as I pulled off the Promise Ring as I rounded on him, "Take it."

"D - Dani -" He hesitated, releasing the door and peering down at the ring. "- It was one..." He trailed off as my eyes went wide at the silence.

There wasn't just one girl one time. It wasn't just one girl for a few months - there were more.

"Dean," I choked pulling the door open finally. "You broke it." I scoffed, slamming the door in his face and clapping my hands over my mouth in shock as tears streamed down my cheek and I slammed myself against the wall that separated our hotel rooms and whimpered.

My chest was hurting, that knot threatened to come up completely, as I forced myself to 'center msyelf' again, I frowned up at the hotel room door I had just slammed and then to the other one that was also closed, Sam's room.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I frowned, looking up and down the walk way as he answered the door.

"Dani?" He yawned, but my eyes slid from his face down his built chest and the fact he was just in boxers.

"Sam." I sniffled.