Distant echos for me screaming for Dean faded...

My eyes fluttered open a a mostly empty hotel room. Sam sat in the chari in the corner of the room, and I noticed Dean nor Sierra were around.

I sat up, only to grab my head immedately to get control of the throbbing pain that echoed around my skull, only to realize a dry washcloth fell off my forehead, as well as the fact that I was in my PJs...I wasn't in my PJs the last time I checked.

"S-Sam?" I whimpered, as his head shot up from the laptop, slamming it shut and making his way to my side, taking the washcloth. "Wh-What happened?"

"Azazel." He sighed, lowering his gaze. "The short version is he tried doing that veil spell, to another level and it caused you have some sort of episode between a seizure and possession. You had one convulsion streak...calmed down and then had another one and passed out completely."

"Jesus." I exhaled, looking around the room. "Where's Sierra and Dean?"

"On a mission," He sighed, avoiding my eye and rising to his feet and placing the washcloth on the bathroom counter. "We found something a state away, we were dicussing if you should go or stay with me and that's when you had your...attack."

I eyed him, realizing he was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing when we had that moment in the gym. I looked around the room, realizing that the curtains were closed, the locks were all locked on the door. I slid over to the edge of the bed and allowed my legs to dangle as Sam appeared to move across the room and dropped into the nearest chair to me.

"Sam," I found coming out of my mouth instead of staying in my head. I noticed his head rose to meet my gaze as I spoke, "Why didn't we go with them?"

"Dean and Sierra?" Same clarified as I remained silent. "We're going to work on something else."

I rose my eyebrows.

"And that would be?" I pushed.

"Your new found abilities." Sam answered, simply, rising to his feet and standing there, beaming down at me for a moment. "We need to toughen you up, a little more than you already are...and then we'll feel safer letting you do some feild work."

"Safer?" I almost yelled, offended, rising ot my feet. "I'm not a monster -"

"- actually, you are." Sam flenched at my sudden motion. "The normal human being doesn't die multiple times in a year, have their blood drained and replaced and still call themselves normal."

I felt a pinch in my chest at the sound of me not being 'normal.'

"What does that mean?" I asked, feeling my jaw hanging.

"You were born with angelic blood, you died twice...within that second time you were drained of your angelic blood and it was replaced with...demonic blood." Sam swallowed hard, sliding a hand in his jeans. "Which would explain the memory loss and newly found sensitivity to..."

He hesitated.

I looked up from the floor, realizing what he was referring to.

I felt a wave of heat come over me, remembering the gym interaction.

A new type of silence came over us as our eyes collided agian.

"Is...is that why you volunteered to train me?" I asked, feeling myself being flattered.

"That," Sam looked away at the ceiling as if he was thinking hard. "and the fact that if Castiel stayed back, it would have confused you -"

"- confused me?" I echoed.

"He's an angel, you're a..." He trailed off as I finished his sentence.

"...a demon." I smirked, looking around the room with a sharp exhale, and grabbing for the mini freidge. "I need a drink."

"Dean stocked it up before he and Sierra headed out." Sam stated, pointing at the fridge as I snatched two beers, tossing him one. "Thanks."

"So what should we address first?" I asked, taking few swings of the beer before looking up at him.

"What?" He choked, trying to swallow his beer.

"The demonic training and how you're the only one that can apparently do this..." I pointed out, moving to the bathroom counter that stretched outside the bathroom but faced the hotel room itself. I picked up myself and slid onto the counter. "...or what's happening here." I gestured between the two of us.

Sam swallowed hard, dropping his gaze as he moved across the room, stopping in the doorway of the area where the bathroom counter stood.

"Which would be easiest to address first?" I pushed, taking another swig of a beer, watching his eyes trace my beer bottle, then they slowly made their way up my torso, which was highlighted by a tanktop, then doubled back down to my legs, then back up to my face, "Sam..."

"...Dani." He said in a different tone now. I rose an eyebrow at how sexy his tone got as he moved into the area and placed his beer on the counter next to me. I eyed him as he took my beer and placed it on the other side of me. "Let's get something straight,"

My eyes went wide as he spoke, and I realized how close he was to me now. Both hands on the counter on either side of me, he was leaning on the counter. His eyes locked into mine as he spoke, and all I could think of - the entire time he spoke - was Dean.

"You have no memory of the conversation we had, but said that if I had saw you first - if I had made the first move - I would have crossed that line, for you." He stated, so close to me that I could smell his minty breath, and the heat of his breath was doing something to me. "Now, here we are with an opportunity to explore something foreign to both of us."

"What about Dean?" I asked, feling my thighs tighten on their own as I began to fidget with the Promise Ring.

"He's my brother," Sam swallowed hard, standing back up straight, allowing me to actually inhale as if I had been holding my breath that whole time. "I wouldn't hurt him on purpose," He stated, looking back at me. "I'll do everything in my power to keep that a fact -"

"- then what are you doing?" I asked, finding myself placing my hand on his chest. I took a deep breath and it was almost as if I could smell his thoughts, taste his sweat (weird, I know), but it was as if was I hearing and seeing him in a different lens, a more in-depth lens. "You're saying one thing...but your body is telling me another."

He looked down slowly at my hand on his chest as I felt his heart beat beginning to race as his eyes slowly locked into mine.

"What about Dean?" He asked as I felt his restraint strengthen at the idea that I was into the idea too. I broke our eye contact long enough to take in the Promise Ring, then back up into his eyes.

"Dean is special to me, Sam." I stated, dropping my hand off his chest, only for him to catch it and put it back. Our eyes remained locked in a staring contest as I spoke, "There's a part of me screaming to end this," I eyed him and found my eyes flickering to his lips. "that part of me is in love with Dean -"

"- okay." He exhaled, and there's that hot breath of his again, ensuring my thighs remained tightened.

"Okay," I stuttered, feeling myself pull back with all the strength I had left as I stated, "she's a distant memory now, but she's still there." I slid off the counter and moved into the room, past him, leaving him standing there - tensed, teased and turned on. "Maybe we should start the training first."

"Y-Yeah." Sam stuttered, looking back across the room at me as I eyed his figure again. I picked up on how deep that disappointment ran, which triggered me to say what came next.

"Sam," I stated, as he grabbed his beer from the counter and turned back to me. "It's not like I haven't thought about it."

"Now or before memory-loss you?" He asked, pausing.

I just pressed my lips together tight as I felt a certain type of tug-a-war begin in my chest as Sam, this goregous sexy man stood in front of me - wanting me - and Dean, the man that fought for me, saved me mulitple times and even made a Promise to me before everything went to shit, started taking over my head.

Dean.

Sam.

or Me?