Sam sat on the nearest bar stool, and ordered a beer. Sighing, he took it from the bartender. "Tough day?" he turned his head to the voice. There was a girl sitting two seats away from him. He thought she was pretty. She had long, dark hair, and bold grey eyes.
"More like a rough brother." Sam scoffed. The girl scooted over a seat, so she was sitting next to him. He sipped his beer.
"I'll take one of those." She smiled, nodding to the bottle. Sam ordered her another one, and slid it over to her. "Thanks." She took a sip.
"No problem." He said.
"So what's up with you and your brother?" She asked.
"He's a jerk." Sam grunted. She tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I'm Aria." The girl smiled, extending her hand. Sam shook it.
"I'm Sam." He smiled back.
They talked for an hour or two, and Sam bought Aria two beers. She thought Sam was funny, and sweet. He walked her to her back to the car after she had enough. "Where's your car?" She asked, as Sam opened the door for her.
"I'm staying there." He pointed to the motel across the street.
"Oh, well that's quite convenient." She smiled, grabbing ahold of Sam's jacket, pulling him in, and kissing him. She wrapped her arms around him and as they kissed, he slid his hand up to her neck.
"Wait." He coughed, pulling his head back. "My brother is in there." He smiled. Aria looked back at the car. She raised her eyebrows, pulling him into the backseat.
Dean sat on the bed, wondering where Sam was. It's been three hours, and he hasn't been back. It was 2:30 in the morning, and when Sam went to get a beer, it was 11. Dean was tired. He put a quarter in the machine, lay back, and felt the relaxation machine take over. He let himself fall asleep, still worrying about Sam. Whatever was going on could wait for morning, he thought.
He woke up at 5:45 to the sound of the lock being picked. He had learned to recognize the sound, and forces himself to wake up. He gripped the knife that lay under his pillow, and when the intruder was in front of his bed, Dean leaped, attacking the intruder from behind.
"Dean! Dean, it's just me!" Dean squinted in the dark emptiness.
"Sam? What the hell?" Dean shouted, hitting his brother on the shoulder.
"Sorry." Sam shrugged.
"Where were you?" He asked.
"I told you. I went to the bar and got a few drinks." He laughed.
"For six hours?" Dean exclaimed. "Wait a second… did you… you didn't!"
"What?" Sam exclaimed. Dean looked at Sam. "Don't give me that look! I mean, yeah, I met a girl, and I liked her." He reached and flipped the light switch. His hair was messed up and wet. Dean chuckled.
"You did. You slept with someone." Dean put his hands on his head. "Do you not remember the life span of all your past relationships?"
"It totally just happened." Sam shrugged. "And it was only a onetime thing." Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sighing, Dean went to open it.
"Hey… you're not Sam. You're the brother." The girl standing there smiled at Dean. Sam shoved Dean out of the way, and faced the girl.
"Dean, this is Aria." He sighed. "Aria, this is Dean. My brother."
"Okay, so, you forgot your jacket." Aria was wearing the jacket Sam was wearing when he left. She removed it, and handed it to Sam.
"Thanks." He smiled. Dean shut the door in Aria's face. Sighing, she turned, and headed to her car. She wasn't in good condition to drive, so she lay down in the backseat. She let herself fall asleep as Dean did, hours before.
"Dude, what if the demon we're hunting comes after her, and she dies. The demon knows how to get inside your head, and use your relationships against you. You should know this the most! Jessica and Madison died! And even the girl who drugs you into marrying her almost gets herself killed." Dean exclaimed.
"Dean, I know. Don't you think I was thinking that the whole time?" Sam asked.
"Well you could have acted on that thought." Dean scoffed. "You know, I'll deal with this in the morning. I'm going back to sleep." Dean plopped back on the bed, and within minutes, was asleep again. Sam took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and put on a pair of sweatpants. He lounged on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't stop thinking about Aria; her lips; the way that they first brushed his and her smile; the way that her eyes crinkled when she smiled and laughed. He realized that what he had said to Dean was a lie, he really liked Aria. She was a spitfire, unlike a lot of the girls he liked.
Sam stared at the ceiling for the next few hours, until it was morning, and we went out to get breakfast. On the way out of the motel, he noticed a familiar car in the parking lot across the street. Chuckling, he walked over it, and peered in the window. Sure enough, Aria lay across the backseat. He knocked on the window, and she jerked upright. When she noticed Sam, she laughed, and opened the door of the car. "Morning," He smiled at her, offering his hand. She took it and stood up. He kissed her. Her hair was rustled and shaggy. He tried to flatten it with no success.
"Morning," She smiled back, looking up at him. He was tall, and she liked that about him. She liked having to reach up to wrap her arms around him.
"I was just going to get breakfast for Dean and I. Do you want to come?" He asked her.
"Sure." She started to follow Sam to what she guessed was Dean's car, because Sam handled it with precaution; she thought it was cute.
When Dean woke up, he heard soft talking from the kitchen. He got up, again with his knife gripped strongly in his hand. Through the screen that separated the bedroom from the living room, he saw Aria and Sam sitting at the table eating pancakes and bacon. He tucked the knife into his pocket, and strutted out into the kitchen.
"How many times in a row do I have to wake up to something strange?" He asked, as Aria and Sam's heads whipped toward him. Aria was smiling at him, and Sam shrugged. "This is going to be a long day." Dean sighed to himself.