Sam watched Dean and Jo from the backseat. Dean was so busy flirting that he'd had to jerk the wheel to keep from going in the ditch. Jo was oblivious to the peril he was putting her in. She just stared into his eyes and the rest of the world melted away.

Sam slumped against the seat. Tuning out their words that were about to make him sick. He wasn't jealous, Sam told himself. If Dean was in his right mind, he wouldn't be saying the make-me-puke phrases that Jo just ate up.

From the angle of his slouch, Jo's hair caught his attention. It was blonde and hung over the back of the seat. It moved when she turned her head. It reminded Sam of Jess; although, it didn't take much to remind him of her these days.

He'd been so happy with Jess. He remembered laughing until he cried or his stomach hurt. He remembered loving her until their muscles were weak and they were exhausted but feeling high on love. His heart ached for those moments with her just one more time.

It was her long hair. That's what made him do it. They were standing outside the Impala and some stray strands of her long hair got in her face. Before she could react, Sam gently brushed them back into place.

"Um, thanks, Sam," Jo said. She looked at him trying to figure him out for a moment. Then, Dean was back and they were in the car.

Sam had seen her nervous smile when he touched her hair. It had been soft and had a fruity scent to it from her shampoo. Maybe she would be like Jess. He'd been drawn to her ever since he caught sight of her hair over the back of the seat. He knew she was with Dean. Sorta, anyhow. It isn't like they did anything but flirt. Sam knew he could offer her so much more.

The way Jo smiled at Dean, he wanted that smile to shine on him. The way her eyes lit up when Dean came near. Sam wanted her to want him like that.

When they got to the motel, Dean left for the bar. Jo wasn't interested in going and neither was Sam.

"Your loss," was Dean's remark as he closed the door behind him.

Sam heard the shower running in Jo's room next door. He went outside and tried her knob. Locked. Well, that's why he learned to pick locks, right?

He locked the door behind him, turned on a lamp and sat at the table.

Jo came out of the shower with just a towel.

"Hello, Jo," his voice was deeper than usual.

She startled for a little and then regained her composure. "Hey, Sam. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you. I need to talk to you about something."

"What?" she asked.

"This," he stood up and crossed the distance to her with a few strides of his long legs. He had a hand on her head with her hair threaded through his fingers. She looked surprised with a perfect circle for her mouth which was open in shock. Before she could respond, Sam pressed his lips to hers.

At first her lips seemed unyielding. Then, they softened and she returned the kiss. Sam put his other arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He kept deepening the kiss, wanting it to fill some of what he'd been aching for. But, he couldn't find it.

He opened his eyes and saw Jo's face with her eyes still closed. Sam cleared his throat. "I just thought you should know," his voice was gravelly as he let himself out and back into his room.

He left Jo standing in a towel, utterly confused. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong?

Sam laid his head against his door after he locked it. He didn't know what would happen next. Would Jo tell Dean? How would Dean react? Should he tell Dean?

Worst of all, he'd used a friend when he gave into the sweet temptation to try to get what he and Jess had. That came with a huge amount of guilt.