Sera grabbed the towel from the bar and started to dry off, then wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the shower, making sure to knot it just right so it would stay on. She went to the counter and wiped off the mirror, then looked for her toothbrush. It was just where she left it, in the cup, right next to Sam's. She picked it up and ran it under the water, then spread the toothpaste across.

As she brushed her teeth, she listened. There was no laughing, no bickering, just the muffled sound from the TV through the wall, which meant only one thing. Dean and Cas had bailed. She looked around, realizing she had forgotten to grab some clothes. Crap. She was going to be alone in the same room with Sam while she was naked.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. She'd never had any problem being naked in front of anyone before, she generally had no boundaries, but this was Sam. She had genuine feelings for him but didn't want him thinking they could have anything romantic. She hated to think that she sometimes lead him on, what with the kissing and the touching and the constant random acts of affection but to her that was just normal. It's how she treated everyone.

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. She definitely played favorites. Sam got more from her than Dean did, but that was mostly because he already had his angel. Plus there was that whole sleeping together thing…

She shook off that train of thought. What the hell was happening to her? She needed to act with Sam exactly the way she acted with everyone. After rinsing her mouth out, she too a deep breath, wiped her mouth, then walked out of the bathroom, switching off the light.

Sam looked up, but took a second to form words. "Hey."

"Hi. Do you know where my bag is? It's not where I left it."

"Oh, yeah, just…hold on a second." He got up and went over to the closet, sliding the door open and picking her bag off the floor. He carried it over to their bed, "Thanks," she said, leaning over to unzip it. A substantial gap formed between the two edges of the towel, and Sam had to avert his eyes to maintain his calm.

"So…uh…feeling better?" He asked, looking anywhere but at her.

"Yeah, much better. Feels good to be clean again. Never knew slitting your wrists could make you feel so dirty, I've never done it before."

She picked out some clothes and set them together, then went to take her towel off but stopped before she pulled the knot loose. She looked over at him, and at how uncomfortable he was. She sighed; she couldn't be the same around him as everyone else. She should have known that instead of just thinking it.

Sera turned toward him, then reached up and turned his face toward her. His eyes were still averted, though. "Sam, look at me." He hesitated, but his eyes slowly moved down towards her face.

They stood there for a moment, Sera just looking up into his eyes. Finally she smiled, and then gathered up her clothes. "I think I'll get dressed in the bathroom."

She turned and started to walk away, but Sam grabbed her arm and she stopped, turning toward him. "What?"

He let go of her. "You don't have to."

"I think I do."

"No, really, it's fine."

"Sam, the fact that you want me to stay is exactly the reason I should get dressed in another room."

There was a pause, and then he reached forward and pulled the towel off of her, she used the clothes she was holding to cover herself up. "Sam!"

"See?" He said, swallowing hard as he looked at her. "I'm fine."

Sera sighed, then walked forward and dropped the clothes on the bed, picking up one item at a time and slipping it on. She could feel Sam's eyes on her back, to the point where she actually felt a chill up her spine, making her shiver. The biggest surprise was when he walked up and clasped her bra for her. He trailed his fingers down her back before taking them away. She bent down and picked up her dress and slipped it over her head.

She turned around and Sam was incredibly close. He reached forward and started doing up her buttons. His hands were steady but his face was anything but calm. He looked like he'd rather be ripping the dress off of her. When he did the next to last one, leaving the top one open, he put his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms. "I don't want you to start acting any differently than you have, Sera. I don't want things to be weird between us."

"You think this isn't weird?" She said, just a little breathily. "I mean, you're saying one thing but honestly I've seen that same face on predators before they move in for the kill."

"I wouldn't do anything to you that you wouldn't ask for, Seraphiel." That was the first time he had ever used her full name. It sounded strange coming from his lips. "I've learned my lesson."

She was the one to look away this time. "Seriously, Sam, you're just making this harder."

"Making what harder?"

"This whole…thing between us, whatever it is. I can't keep saying no if you keep looking at me like that."

"If you want to keep saying no, that was really the wrong thing to tell me."

Sera realized he was right. She looked up at him again. "I don't want to keep saying no, but I have to, Sam."

"Why? And don't say because you're an angel or whatever because that excuse has gotten pretty empty."

Sera sighed, "Because I don't want you to get hurt again. You deserve someone that can actually feel that for you, and I can't." She unbuttoned two of the buttons on her dress to open it up a little more, then took one of his hands and put it over her heart. It was completely steady.

"I love you, Sam, but not in the way that you want me to. Not in the way that you need. You don't know how much I wish I could, but I can't. Here, look."

Using one hand to hold his over her heart, she used her other hand to pull him in for a kiss. They were tongue-tied for several full minutes before she pushed him away, the whole time keeping his hand on her heart. "See? Can you feel it? My heart rate hasn't changed. My body just doesn't react that way to you."

She let go of his hand, but he didn't move it. Sera was looking down at it, but couldn't bring herself to step away. Finally he took his hand from her chest and lifted her chin so she was looking up at him. Suddenly he leaned down and kissed her, and kept kissing her.

Dean and Cas were downtown in some dive bar, and Dean was hustling pool for a little extra cash. It was his kind of place, his kind of people. Frisky chicks, cheap draft beer and Classic rock playing constantly on the juke box.

At one point, when Dean was in between games and setting the balls back up Cas looked at the table and said, "What exactly is the point of this game?"

"For me, the point is getting some quick and easy cash."

Cas's eyes scanned the green felt, "Would you teach me?"

"You want me to teach you how to play pool?"

"Is that not what I just asked?"

Dean blinked, "Uh…sure, I guess I can teach you."

He got another pool cue and tossed it towards him, and Cas caught it. He set the white ball up and started explaining the basic rules of the game.

"This game makes no logical sense." Castiel said flatly.

"Yeah, I think that's why I'm good at it."

Castiel looked up at the clock. "When can we go back to the motel?" Dean followed where his friend was looking, "I'd say give them another hour."

"Why?"

"Do we really have to have this talk, Cas? In a public place? With more than a few biker dudes?"

"I…I suppose not." He looked down and away, the way he did when he really didn't understand something but Dean made him feel embarrassed that he didn't.

"Do we have to stay here? There's a woman staring at me and it's making me very uncomfortable."

"She probably wants you, Cas."

"Wants me to what?"

Dean gave him his, "You know exactly what I'm talking about" face, and Cas understood. "Oh, right…that. You know you never actually fulfilled your vow."

"What?"

"You told me once I wouldn't die a virgin on your watch. I've died about three or four times and I still haven't…" He trailed off.

"Maybe we shouldn't stay here. You keep talking like that and someone's going to try to start a fight with us."

"Why?"

"Because the world is full of assholes, Cas."

He put their cues away and then started walking out. Castiel followed. When they got out to the car Dean turned on the radio and asked, "Where do you think we should go?"

Castiel thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Somewhere with cheeseburgers."

Dean laughed and started up the car.