The first thing she was aware of was the sun shining in her window. The second, almost simultaneous thing she noticed was the warm breath on the back of her neck. When she shifted on the bed, she found herself pressed up against a warm muscular body. Whoever was holding her emitted a soft groan and tightened his grip around her waist. She very carefully turned over just in time to see Sam's eyes flutter open.

"Hey," Marie said softly.

It seemed to take Sam a moment to blink the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey" he finally answered back with a half-smile. He closed his eyes again as he kissed her hair, breathing her in again as if to tell himself that yes she really was there. Although, the exact details were still hazy thanks to the three shots of whiskey he drank – or was it four? Five?

"Didn't mean to wake you." Marie kissed Sam's chest. When she did, she got flashes of memory: The way Sam's hungry kisses devoured her skin, her clothes being shed, the half desperate way he pushed into her…She recoiled slightly, letting out a hiss of pain when Sam's hand brushed against her lower back.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't.." Sam jerked his hand back.

Marie kissed his lips, cutting him off. "It's okay, baby. I'm sure it's nothing." She didn't realize what she said. Sam did, but chose not to say anything.

Gingerly Marie manoeuvred herself into a sitting position. As the covers fell away Sam could see several reddish purple marks on her neck and chest area and, when she turned away, the forming bruises on her lower back.
Sam's blue flannel shirt was the handiest- who knew where the rest of their clothes had gotten to, Marie thought- so she slipped into that. A smile touched Sam's lips when he saw this and, for the moment at least, there wasn't any guilt.

"Okay if I have the bathroom first?"

"Be my guest."

Sam watched her until she disappeared around the corner. He soon heard "That's where my bra went?"

"You OK Mare?" Sam called, half-amused and half-puzzled.

"Fine" was the answer. Then came the sound of running water.

Sam stretched before he also sat up and began searching for the rest of his own clothes. He found his underwear and jeans in a heap near the hotel room door. Marie's panties had been flung into the kitchenette skink. He had to shake his head, finding himself wondering what Dean would have to say about the whole thing, particularly the part about getting so drunk he didn't remember bringing Marie to this mom and pop motel.
Dean. Suddenly the guilt was back. How was he going to explain being gone so long? And more than that, how was he going to look his brother in the eye, knowing how he and Marie had what could potentially be labelled a relationship. Now this happened.

Marie stared at her reflection in the mirror, tentatively fingering one of the hickeys on her neck. Sam really went at her, she thought. She assumed that she was more than a willing participant especially with the beers she had. Not only that, judging from the slight soreness that was still there between her legs and the hickey marks, the encounter had been….exuberant. Sure being with Dean sometimes resulted in bruises – heck, once they both got rug burns- but it was usually because of the locale, not because of the way Dean was with her.

Oh god. Dean. Marie closed her eyes. What if he put two and two together? Scratch that, he would. Dean was smart that way. She had *no* idea what she was going to tell him.

The cell phone ringing outside the bathroom made her jump. Sam appeared a moment later.

"Sorry. It went to voicemail by the time I found it."

"S'okay." Marie took the phone from him. Sure enough, she was greeted by the steady blinking of a green light, indicating a new voicemail. After a pause she reassured him she wouldn't be in the bathroom much longer. This was met with "Don't worry take your time" and a smile that had something behind it that Marie couldn't quite put her finger on. Guilt? Regret?
She ran her hand through her dark hair with her free hand before looking at her phone. There wasn't an actual message but Marie recognized the number on the caller ID. Castiel. He was probably wondering what had happened to her and Sam after they asked him if he could stay with Dean a bit longer.

This was getting awkward.