My eyes blurred as I attempted to focus on the popcorn ceiling that hung over the bed I laid in, alone. I sat up to see Sam snoring on the pull out couch and glared at the wall that stood behind Sam, where Dean and Sierra were now lingering.

I exhaled sharply, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I beamed across the room to Sam's slumbering figure and frowned at the temptations that still arose at the idea of he and I being alone.

I beamed too hard for too long and didn't realize Sam had slowly awoke and sat up himself, realizing I was sitting up. I finally came back to the moment and frowned up at his silhouette. He was barley visible through the dark room and the dim glow from the streetlight outside barley illuminated his figure.

"Dani," His calming voice came over me like a smooth wine. "Are you alright?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I squeezed my eyes shut and could no longer hold off my tears as they dripped onto my knees, the blankets and my PJs. I frowned at the sound of movement and then felt the bed shift as I felt his warm arms wrapping themselves around me.

"Shh." He cooed, pulling me back to a horizontal position and he gently guided my head onto his chest, placing his chin on top of my head. "It'll be okay."

"How could he?" I finally managed to whisper, through the knot in my throat that was slowly making my voice hoarse.

"He was drunk most of the time." Sam's voice vibrated through my head as he began running his fingers through my hair. "When Jessica came along, it was on a night he came to a dead end looking for you..."

I sniffled, listening as he continued.

"...when the others happened, they were just that - happenings." Sam elaborated, still playing with my hair. "None of them meant anything to Dean, the only one that stuck around was Jessica and that's because she thought it was more than it was."

"I don't know what to do, Sam." I frowned, leaning up on my elbow and looking down at him. "I don't know what to think, what to do, how to feel - it's not like I don't understand..."

"...what do you mean?" Asked Sam, running his fingers through his own hair.

"I was gone, disappeared, missing for over a year - and if he had moved on with someone he truly wanted, that would have been fine - but ... i can't help but feel that it was still... still..." I trailed off, attempting to swallow this knot.

"...cheating?" Sam attempted to finish my sentence as I just looked up at him through the blur of my tears. "I'm sorry."

"No, that's the word I was trying to say - I just couldn't get it out." I whimpered, sitting up fully and crossing my legs, attempting to clear my eyes out as Sam reached over and clicked the lamp on.

"Hey," Sam frowned, taking my chin. My eyes flickering between his eyes and then down to his lips. "It will work out the way it's supposed to."

"Sam," I whispered into the heat that rose between us again. "I really want to..." I couldn't manage to finish my thought, all I could manage to do was flicker my eyes to his lips and then down his bare chest. "...it's not right though."

Sam frowned at my wants, and swallowed hard - indicating he wanted to it as much as I did.

"There is a part of me that's justifying it." I admitted, allowing my eyes to trace his bare chest, feeling the tears drifting away. "He did what he wanted so..."

"...because he thought you were gone." Sam smirked, pulling himself up and leaning against the headboard. "That's a different type of hookup."

"I'm sure." I nodded, dropping my gaze, feeling embarrassed for even suggesting it. Of course he wouldn't do this, whether it was me or another girl his Brother loved, he wouldn't hurt Dean. I felt a sigh come over me, moving across the bed and beginning to change.

"Where are you going?" Asked Sam, leaning up in the sheets.

"Well Sam," I sighed, bluntly beginning to pull my hair into a high ponytail and moving into the bathroom counter area and began to put make up on. "If I can't fuck you - I'm going to go fuck someone else."

"Wh -?" Started Sam, rising off the bed and meeting me in the bathroom counter area. "What will that solve?"

"My current issue." I smirked, glaring over at his reflection, eyeing his bare chest again and realizing in that moment he was standing there in just boxers. "It would be wrong to fuck you, it would be wrong to go next door, kick my sister out of another room and fuck Dean - so...I'll figure it out." I smirked, finishing my quick make up as I attempted to push past Sam, only for him to snatch my wrist.

I paused, looking down at the touch and then back up to him.

"So what you're saying is that if I let you go to someone else..." Sam spoke low as he turned to me, slowly pulling me towards him. "...you could possibly get snatched again, by Azazel and/or Nick. Or come across the wrong guy...?"

I blinked at him, not entirely sure what was happening right now.

He pulled me in, quietly, shifting me back towards the bathroom counter, pushing me gently as I slid back on top of the counter, again. He eyed me from head to toe before anything else was said.

"Sam," I whispered, feeling that it as the only way we could communicate.

"Dani." Sam whispered back, slowly pushing my legs apart, causing some adrenaline to shoot through me as his hands slowly slid from my knees up.

"Sam," I smirked, sliding back onto the counter, away from his touch, even though everything in me was begging me to give in. "Are you sure?"

Sam, looking as if he was hesitating for a moment, just beamed at me.

"No, see there's hesitation..." I started, sliding off the counter, only for him to shove me against the nearest bare wall, which triggered, yet another, wave of heat to come over me as he pressed his forehead against mine. "...Sam..."

"Shh." He whispered quietly, as he took my chin and lifted my lips into his. He brushed his soft lips against mine as I fell into the kiss. He ran his fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss as his hands traveled down to my ass, hoisting me int he air, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. "Fuck."

I bit my lip at the nosies he was making, the noises of just hunger, but before any clothes could be removed, I frowned.

All that came to mind was Dean:

"Sam." I whimpered, grabbing his bare shoulders as he went to go down on me.

"Is there something wrong, what did i do?" He asked, out of breath, looking down at my now half bare body.

"No..." I shook my head, gently pushing me off of me. "...it's not you, it's me."

"It's Dean, isn't it?" He asked, sitting next to me, now both of us allowing this embarrassment to hover over us.

"I can't do this." I frowned, pulling my tank top back up and sighed out loud, moving towards the door, only for Sam to catch my hand. "Sam..." I frowned at the attempt.

"...at least tell me something," He sighed, rising to his feet and backing me against the door. He took my chin and kissed me deeply before pulling away and taking my face in his hands so I could look him in the eye. "If things don't work out and we somehow get his blessing, you'll give me a shot?"

I just blinked at him and couldn't help but smile at his cuteness.

"That's if he doesn't murder you after he finds out what just happened and what it was leading to." I smirked, kissing his cheek and moving out of the room. I moved to the door next to us and knocked on it lightly.

"Dani?" Sierra's voice came from the dark room as she moved onto the sidewalk, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" I growled, realizing she was standing in nothing but Dean's plaid shirt.