Harley opened the door to the Roadhouse. The movement made Dean and Sam turn to see the girls walk in. Shelby looked at her feet as she walked directly to the room she shared with Harley. Harley walked to stand between Dean and Sam at the bar.

"Could you two please calm down?" Harley asked exasperated as she looked at both of them. "She is freaked out but she will be okay. We're gunna go get cleaned up. Are you singing Metallica in your head?" Harley asked Dean intrigued.

"Yeah, I can't get that song out of my head," Dean said avoiding eye contact with Harley as he shook his head. "You want to take a drive when you get done primping?" he asked now looking Harley in the eye. The words coming from his mouth were different than the song blaring in his head.

"Sure," Harley said slowly with a cocked eyebrow. She looked over at Sam who was looking at her. "You might want to get some food for Shelby. She hasn't eaten all day and we don't need her cranky on top of her being freaked. Give her a little bit of time then talk to her," she said before she kissed Dean and went to the room.

"Metallica?" Sam asked.

"It calms be down," Dean said before he took a swig of his beer. "Having a telepathic girlfriend is hard."

"Imagine if your girl friend could repel you," Sam paused. "Man, I totally screwed up," he commented as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Look, it's like what Oprah says. Communication is key. You need to communicate to Shelby the fact that you are a jack ass. It's one thing to be jealous but to act on it is another. Dude, I could have told you that she would never sleep with Ash. Better yet she wouldn't sleep with any random guy," Dean said looking over at Sam who wouldn't look at him. "Sam," Dean said in a more gentle tone. "You love her. Right now she is going through a lot. She needs you. Remember when she got kidnapped by Dark Eyes?" Dean asked and Sam's head popped up. "You said you wanted to save her. Here's your chance. Go for it lover boy."

"It was bad enough to lose Jess but if I ever lost Shelby too…" Sam trailed.

"Don't get stuck on the things we have lost or could lose. Think about what we get. We lost mom, dad, and Jess but look at who we have. Bobby, Ellen, Ash, Harley, and Shelby. Love while you can. You don't know how long you get," Dean said with conviction then swallowed down the rest of his beer. Both boys sat in silence.

A little later, Harley walked into the bar area toward Sam and Dean. Dean stood and took her hand as they both walked out in silence. Sam watched them leave then looked back at his beer. Ellen came from the kitchen and stood in front of Sam watching him watch his beer.

"Want another?" she asked.

"Yeah," Sam said without looking up. Ellen took a few steps away before Sam looked up and spoke. Ellen stopped in her tracks to look back at Sam. "Can I get a couple of cheese burgers? One with mayo and pickles only? And cheese sticks?" Sam asked quietly.

"What about the other one?" Ellen asked with a smirk.

"All the way," Sam said smirking back. Ellen nodded and went to the kitchen. It didn't take her long to bring back the beer and leave Sam in silence.

While the food cooked, Sam finished his fresh beer and listened for sounds to hint at what Shelby was doing. He heard her leave her room and go to the community bathroom. While she was in there, Ash knocked on the door twice. Sam was ready to go take care of Ash if it happened a third time. Finally, Sam heard Shelby leave the bathroom then knock on Ash's door to tell him the bathroom was free before she went to her room. A few minutes passed before he heard the diffuser going. He smiled to himself as he thought of their morning routine for the past couple of months. Shelby and him were always the first to wake up in the morning. He would take a shower first then Shelby. Then they would both crowd in the bathroom to finish getting dressed so Harley and Dean could get more sleep. This was Sam's favorite time of day. They didn't have worries and they had each other.

"Here ya go," Ellen said as she placed two to-go boxes in front of him on the bar. Sam finished his beer in time for the sound of the diffuser to stop. He loved when Shelby flipped her hair over and her curls were crazy. She looked so vulnerable.

Sam finished off his beer and grabbed the boxes. He stopped in his room to grab a couple of blankets then headed to Shelby's door. He stood at the door a moment listening. He couldn't hear anything. He decided this was as good a time as any. He reached up clumsily to knock on the door. After a pause, Shelby slowly opened the door wide enough for Sam to see her face which was a step away from the door. Sam could tell that her hair was still crazy which was his favorite.

"Ummm…are you hungry?" Sam asked quietly. Shelby just looked at him holding the two boxes and the two blankets. "You haven't eaten all day."

"I don't know if I can eat," Shelby said even softer.

"Okay," Sam said as he took a step back. Shelby opened the door wider to show herself as she took a step toward him. Sam could see that she was getting ready for bed in her peach colored spaghetti strap tank and matching striped pants. Sam couldn't help but look at her beautiful vulnerability.

"Are you leaving?" she asked shyly.

"I was going to go outside," Sam said as he readjusted his hands. "You want to come?" he asked sheepishly. Shelby took a moment to decide.

"Let me get some clothes on," Shelby said before she stepped back and shut the door. She quickly moved to her duffel and took out a pair of jeans . She slid out of her pajama pants then pulled on the jeans. She tugged on her gray hoodie and gray converse then headed to the door. When she opened the door, there Sam stood waiting.

Shelby caught his eye as she closed the door and walked to take the boxes from his hands. They walked quietly through the bar and out to the back field. Sam laid out one of the quilts and they sat down as he covered them both with the second one. Shelby opened both boxes to sort them out. She handed Sam the one without the cheese sticks and sat her's in her lap. After a moment, Shelby just closed the box and sat it aside as she laid back to look at the stars. Sam looked back at her then closed his box and set it aside before he laid back beside Shelby.

"This is like on Shrek," Shelby giggled quietly. Sam turned his head to look at her and smiled.

"Shelby, I'm sorry about…" Sam started but was cut off.

"Do you remember going to the movies to see Shrek 2?" Shelby asked as she turned her head to look at Sam. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to mention about what happened earlier.

"Yeah, you said you were donkey. I think you are more like Shrek. You and him both have layers," Sam said.

"Yeah, and we both repel those we love," Shelby said softly as she turned to look up. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "Literally," Shelby said as she sat up. Sam sat up too.

"You're not okay, are you?" Sam asked gently as he moved a stray curl from her face.

"I knew something wasn't right but to know still doesn't make it right. I'm screwed up even in a screwed up world. I mean even the bad guys want me dead," Shelby said as a couple of tears fell down her face.

"It will all be okay," Sam said as he looked at Shelby trying to make her believe it.

"You sound like Harley," Shelby huffed slightly. "You can't know that. There is no way you can sit there and try to comfort me by telling me everything is going to be ok. All there is to say is that I'm S.O.L.," Shelby said as she moved her knees closer to her and hugged them.

"You aren't completely out of luck. You have Bobby, Ellen, and Ash," Sam paused and scooted closer to her to make his point. "Not to mention Dean and Harley."

"It's like the Justice League," Shelby said looking over at Sam. "You know Lois doesn't get to fight the bad guys," she pointed out.

"I will be by your side Shelby. You can't get rid of me so easily," Sam said gently.

"What if I told you that if I didn't distract myself I think I might Hulk out with the repelling thing?" Shelby asked.

"Let me distract you then," Sam said seriously.

"This is too much Sam. I mean I sucked at being your friend and then I didn't even know I was your girl friend and I screwed that up too. Aren't you sick of me yet?" Shelby asked just as seriously.

"I love you," Sam said almost pleadingly.

"It's too dangerous to love me. Look at my parents," Shelby paused and looked at Sam, "both sets. And Harley. It isn't safe for you. I don't want you to get hurt or…" Shelby trailed.

"Dean's right," Sam said as he turned his body to face her, "We can't keep dwelling on what we have lost or could lose. We need to think about what we have," Sam said as he ran his hand through his hair. His frustration was starting to show.

"What do you have?" Shelby whispered.

"Haven't you figured it our yet? Ever since you screwed up the two and the five and tried to knock down our door I have loved you. I love how you care about everyone and take care of them. I love how you try to be strong but ever so often you show me how vulnerable you are. I love you," Sam said pleadingly. Shelby looked away and fluffed her hair.

"I love you too. And I have only thought of sleeping with one man. I mean…" Shelby realized what she said and looked over at Sam. Sam gave her a half smile and closed the distance between them. Sam laid her back after a moment without breaking the kiss. Shelby wrapped her arms around his neck. After a moment more Sam pulled away. He looked down on Shelby with her eyes still closed and her hair creating a halo around her. Shelby opened her eyes and looked to him in confusion.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked gently. Shelby's response was her sitting up and tugging off her hoodie then pulling Sam back down with her.

Sam laid on his side watching Shelby sleep as he played with her hair. She was laying on her stomach with her head facing him. He tried his best to cover her up with the blanket so she wouldn't be cold. He didn't know how long they had been laying like this but he didn't want this to end. Shelby lightly moaned as she scooted closer to Sam. He laid beside her and draped his arm over her waist. His face was inches from her's as he quietly continued to watch her. Shelby's eyes fluttered a minute before she focused on Sam's eyes.

"Are you ok?" Sam whispered. Shelby nodded her head yes then closed her eyes. Moments later Sam closed his too. They laid in silence until Shelby spoke. "I love you," she whispered. Sam opened his eyes to see Shelby watching him.

"I love you," he whispered back. Shelby moved closer to him. Their noses almost touched now. Shelby started giggling and had to turn her head.

"What's so funny?" Sam chuckled. Shelby took a moment to calm down before she could turn back to him.

"I am the most awkward person in the world," Shelby giggled.

"Yeah, but I still love you," Sam teased.

"Thanks," Shelby giggled. "I was thinking about what Harley has always drilled in my head but I was too afraid to actually listen to her."

"What was it?" Sam asked as he propped himself up. This made Shelby want to lay on her back so she could see him better. She moved carefully under the blanket so that it wouldn't slide off her.

"She always told me if I wanted something then go get it," Shelby said when they were comfortable.

"Why were you scared to listen to her," Sam asked confused.

"I always thought what if that something didn't want me," Shelby admitted.

"What something wouldn't want you?" Sam teased. Shelby playfully moved to hit him but Sam caught her arm. "What do you want?" Sam asked seriously as he looked into her eyes.

"You," Shelby said softly. Sam came down for a kiss and let go of her arm. Shelby wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her.

Just as the sky was brightening, Shelby's stomach growled. She snuggled close to Sam laying partly on his chest. He held her with one arm and held her free hand with the other. Shelby moved her head to look up at Sam who was still sleeping. She carefully sat up and looked around. The sun was just about to come up over the tree tops. They had spent the whole night in the field. Shelby looked on the ground and found Sam's button down flannel shirt. She slipped it on then positioned herself so she could watch him sleep as she sat Indian style snuggled with the blanket. Sam slept a bit longer until he felt someone watching him. He opened his eyes and let them roam over Shelby. Her hair was mess and she was wearing his shirt.

"You look good in my shirt," Sam said groggily as he sat up. Shelby sat up straighter and adjusted the shirt before shyly fluffing her hair. She placed her hands in her lap and looked down at them. "You're beautiful, you know?" Shelby shook her head no and shrugged.

"I think we should go in now," Shelby suggested without looking up.

"Why?" Sam asked innocently as he rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.

"I bet Harley and Dean are back," Shelby commented as she reached for her jeans that were on the other side of Sam. Sam grabbed her middle and gently tackled her to the ground. He pinned both her arms above her head. He looked down on her sweetly with a grin. She looked back at him in shock.

"I'm offended. I thought I was doing a good job of distracting you," Sam said huskily.

"You were… I mean did… I mean are…" Shelby stuttered. Sam leaned in for a kiss to quiet her.

"They aren't here yet. We have more time," Sam said before kissing her again. Shelby giggled into the kiss.

"How scandalous," she laughed as she lifted her head for a deeper kiss.

The sound of the Impala pulling up made both Sam and Shelby's eye's fly open. They laid motionless as they listened. They heard a door slam close then the sound of boots on gravel and the Roadhouse door closing. Shelby sat up slowly as she held the quilt around her. The coast was clear as she looked up to move a few curls from her face.

"Now, they're back," Sam commented hoarsely with a smile plastered on his face. Shelby did her best at grabbing her clothes and putting them on without seeing her body. Shelby was not amused that now everyone will know what happened. Sam sat up and put on his clothes without standing while Shelby slid on her shoes and tied them. She sat and silently watched him dress. When he finished he sat and looked back at her.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, fine," Shelby said as she looked away, stood, and grabbed the blanket so she could fold it. Sam stood and took the blanket from her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Honestly?" Shelby asked looking into his eyes. Sam nodded for her to continue. "Every other time we have touched or kissed, I have rationalized it to a mistake or that you didn't mean it the way I took it. I just hope that you love me the way I love you," Shelby said with a tear falling.

"I would definitely not be the same person without you. If I didn't die, I would want to. I love you that much," Sam said as he hugged Shelby close. He pulled back and kissed her.

"We better go before they freak when they can't find us," Shelby said as she wiped away the tears. They both gathered the food and blankets and headed for the Roadhouse.