When Sam woke up, Sera was still sitting in the chair at the end of the bed, just looking at him. "Hey," he said drowsily, sitting up.

"Hey," she said, giving a little smile. "How much do you remember?"

"I remember drinking, and making out on the bus ride back here…"

"Anything else?"

"Not really…except…" He rubbed his wrists, and looked at the rope that was coiled up on the night stand. "Did you tie me up?"

"Kind of had to, you were getting pretty aggressive."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault, you were drugged. Besides, you said some pretty nice things. You said more naughty ones, but the nice things you said were really flattering."

"Uh…okay." He put his legs over the side of the bed. "Ugh, wine hangover…"

"Yeah, I figured. Wish I could help."

He looked around and realized it was dark. "What time is it?"

"About four in the morning, I think?" She looked at the clock. "Yeah, little after four."

"Damn. Did we get the guy?"

"Yeah, we got him. He won't be taking any more sacrifices."

"Well, that's good. He looked down at his jeans, which were still unzipped. "Uh…Sera…did something happen?"

"A lot of things happened."

"You know what I mean."

She bit her lip, "No, we didn't. I didn't feel like taking advantage of you."

"Oh, good."

"Don't sound so relieved, you might hurt my feelings."

"I just meant…if it did happen I'd want to remember it."

Sera got up and walked over, sitting beside him. "Yeah, and I wouldn't want it to be just because you drank some drugged wine. If I were to go against my nature like that I'd want it to be…special."

"You sound like you've thought about it."

"Well of course I've thought about it, Sammy. I think about it all of the time. I mean, not as in-depth as you have. I don't have any memory to draw from, but it definitely crosses my mind pretty often."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I sleep next to you every night, I've seen every single dark corner of your soul and all of the goodness in your heart. I probably know you better than Dean does. You think that I could be that close to you and not have those kinds of thoughts and feelings?"

"It's just…from what you've said before…"

"It's true, I can't physically respond to you, but that doesn't mean that I don't wish every second of every day that I could." She put her hand into his and he looked into her eyes. He looked really worn out, "You wanna take a shower?"

"That sounds fantastic."

She stood up and pulled him with her, "Come on, big guy, let's get you cleaned up."

"Oh, are you joining me?"

"Maybe," She said, drawing out the word and giving a slow smile.

Dean had stayed up all night with Castiel. They hadn't talked much, mostly just watched whatever bad movie they could find on TV and playing cards. He looked at the clock, still almost two hours until the kitchens opened. He sighed. "I hate this place. I checked the internet, there's no late night bars or strip clubs anywhere around here. I hate classy drunks. Soon as we get out of here I'm stopping at the first town that has burgers, beer and strippers."

"I kind of like it, it's quiet."

"I hate quiet. Quiet makes me nervous and suspicious of everything. I keep expecting someone to jump out of the closet screaming with a knife in their hand."

"That is highly unlikely."

"I know that, Cas. You don't have to tell me how stupid it is."

"Not stupid, just irrational, but perfectly understandable considering everything. Actually, I'm surprised it's not worse."

"Really?"

"You were in Hell, Dean, not to mention all of the stuff that's happened in your life, and your fear of losing Sam and the nightmare you have whenever you see fire. Being scared of the suspicious silence is actually not that bad."

Dean just stared at him. Sometimes the things Castiel said amazed him. Ever since their first meeting it seemed he understood him better than anyone ever had, maybe because with Castiel it was impossible to put up a front. He could see into Dean's soul, he always knew better.

"You should have your own talk show, you know that?"

"My own what?"

"It's a TV show…where people come on and tell you about their problems and you tell them what to do to fix it."

"That would not be wise, Dean. I tend to give very bad advice."

"You always seem to push me in the right directions."

"Yeah, well, that's you. I am not as insightful with anyone else."

"Why not?"

"Keeping up with you is a full-time job, Dean."

"You could find a hobby."

"Like?"

"I dunno…basket weaving? It's your life."

Castiel paused in thought. "Do you not want me around?"

"What? Why would you even ask that?"

"Because the longer we are together the more uncomfortable and bitter you seem to become."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is."

Dean sighed. "This is just ridiculous. What are we even arguing about?"

Castiel blinked, glanced off like he was thinking. "I…really don't know."

Dean scratched his scalp. Castiel looked up. "Should we play another game?"

"Why not? But don't do that thing you did last time where you lost on purpose. It makes me feel bad."

"My intention was to make you feel better."

"I know, but it doesn't always work out that way."

Sam took the washrag and ran it across the back of Sera's shoulders and down her back. "Mmm, that feels really good." He watched the rivulets of foam flow down from her shoulders to her feet.

"This is the first time in a really long time that I've showered with someone. It feels a little weird."

Sera looked over her shoulder at him. "Good weird, bad weird or just strange weird?"

"Good weird." He leaned forward and kissed her, sliding the washrag around to her front and sliding it down, rubbing it against the inside of her thigh. He pulled away, just enough to breathe, dragging his teeth across her bottom lip like his entire body didn't want to let her go. "I wish we were normal."

"No you don't. If we were normal you'd be a lawyer and I'd be a music teacher and we never would have met."

"Unless you got arrested."

"That's a definite possibility. I think I'd be a pretty bad girl."

"You are a pretty bad girl. Remove the hypothetical, that's just fact."

She turned around to face him. "Only for you, Sammy."

She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He stumbled forward, pushing her against the tile wall. He clawed into her thighs and lifted her up. He pulled his mouth away from hers for a minute, just breathing, giving her the opportunity to stop him, or say no, But she didn't say anything, didn't do anything, didn't fight, in fact she was the one to pull him closer.

Cas looked up from his cards and tilted his head, as if listening for something. He smiled then took his turn.

"What are you so happy about?"

"Not happy, just…amused."

"About?"

"You wouldn't be interested." He laid the last of his cards down. "I'm out."

"Dammit Cas, I swear you're cheating."

"I am not."

"Yeah, well, you can keep saying that but I don't have to believe you."