Sam hurried into the bathroom before Dean could claim it for the needs of his small bladder. Sam shut the bathroom door with enough force for it to slam but only enough so that her brother would question whether she did it on purpose or by accident; leaving him guilty about losing Amy all the same.

Sam rested her elbows on the sink supporting the weight of her head with her hands starring at herself in the mirror. She needed a hair brush, a shower and after breathing into her hand and smelling her breath she decided she needed to brush her teeth. She undid the belt that was holding her jeans up, the belt that Dean had pierced an extra hole into so that it was small enough for Sam to fit. The jeans fell off without any needed help they were that big.

Sam ran a hand threw her long, dark curls trying to get out the visible knots before she wet her hair. She turned the hot water tap as high as it would go before closing down the toilet seat and sitting down. She sighed and waited for steam to start rising from the crappy motel shower.

She watched the steam creep its way across the room, fogging the small mirror, towards her. With another sigh she stood up and started walking over to the shower unbuttoning her t-shirt as she went. She had two buttons left at the top to unbutton when she heard a soft thud against the door, followed by an equally soft groan.

Sam quickly buttoned her shirt back up and pulled on the jeans, using her hand to hold them up. She opened the bathroom door quickly with an annoyed look all ready on her face. Dean had evidently been leaning his forehead against the door and tripped slightly forward as the door was yanked away from him.

Sam gave Dean her carefully planned bitch face but faltered when she saw Dean blush with embarrassment of being caught whatever it was he was doing. Sam found herself actually starting to smile at Dean when he mumbled, "Sorry...I...uh...Sorry Sammy".

"What's up Dean?" Sam asked

Dean looked up at Sam with his green eyes and it took everything in Sam not to turn away from his intense gaze, "don't worry about it Sammy"

Sam swallowed and nodded switching her sights to look at Dean's shoes.

"Hey, Sammy listen" Sam's gaze flicked back up to Deans face again. "I'm going to go grab a drink; I'll be back soon, ok?" Dean said eyes still intensely on Sam's face.

Sam watched Dean's lips as he talked and smiled at him and nodded, "Sure Dean" she had to clear her throat, "I'll...I'll be here".

Dean's eyes stayed fixed on Sam's face for a few minutes and it wasn't until the steam from the shower stopped coming out from behind Sam and she realised there was no more hot water did she clear her throat again and indicate with her thumb towards the shower did Dean blink. Dean cleared his own throat, "I'll be back soon"

Sam smiled at him, "Cool, I'm going to take my shower now" she said shutting the door on Dean and his out of self staring and the thoughts about Dean's looks that Sam had been ignoring.

Dean watched Sam hurry into the bathroom, usually he would fight Sam for it, he needed to pee after all but he again, walking on eggshells around her. Instead Dean ignored his bladder and collapsed on his bed with a sigh. Shutting his eyes he began to welcome sleep when a flutter of wings brought him back into the realm of the awake.

He groaned inwardly and pushed himself off his bed to face Castiel, the angel, in all his trench coat glory standing perfectly still about two feet away from the end of Dean's bed.

"Dean"

"Cas?"

"We need to talk"

"Yeah, do you ever just stop in to ask me how I am?" Dean scrubbed a hand over his face

The angel looked a little taken a back, "How are you Dean?" he asked hesitantly

Dean looked through his fingers at the angel and took his hand away from his face, "What's up Cas?"

"It's about Sam"

"His already a girl, what more can there be? His pregnant?"

"No, Sam is not with child, his seventeen years old" Castiel informed him

"Seventeen year olds can have children" Dean argued for the sake of it

"I was under the belief that it was socially unacceptable with humans of that age to produce offspring this millennium"

Dean eyed the angel for signs of humour before mentally laughing at the angels slightly tilted head, "What about Sam?"

"He is still female, Dean"

"Hadn't noticed Cas"

Castiel tilted his head, confused about how Dean hadn't noticed, "He is beginning to remember himself less and you have lost the witch. It has been a week; his memory loss will start to degrade daily. Very soon he may not even be able to remember you are his brother"

Dean glanced towards the bathroom door as Castiel's words sunk in. Sammy can't forget me,Dean told himself. He heard the water groan on. "What do I do Cas?" Dean asked turning his head to find the angel gone.

Dean stood and walked over to the bathroom; he rested his forehead on the door of the bathroom and groaned. He may not even be able to remember you are his brother, Castiel's words repeated in his head. The door pulled back sharply and Dean stumbled forward before restoring his balance.

Dean avoided looking at Sam, "Sorry...I...uh...Sorry Sammy". He thought that Sam was in the shower, he didn't think that Sam would catch him.

"What's up Dean?" Sam said, she didn't sound angry; usually Sam would be pissed to hell and would be fixing Dean with one hell of a bitch face. Dean looked up at Sam and saw her smiling, he searched her eyes. There was no way Sam would forget him.

"Don't worry about it Sammy" Dean said watching as Sam bowed her head. Dean didn't know why she did but she was blushing and biting her bottom lip, fear peeked in his stomach. His Sammy wouldn't blush or bite his bottom lip.

Dean needed to know that Sam was still in there, he needed to test her. "Hey, Sammy listen. I'm going to go grab a drink, I'll be back soon"

Dean watched Sam; his Sam would get pissed at him for leaving him here to go drink himself silly. But she just smiled and blushed deeper, "Sure Dean, I'll...I'll be here" she seemed to choke out. She wasn't angry at all, she was something completely different and the fear in Dean's stomach began to eat into his intestines.

Dean stared at Sam; there was still a chance she would scream at him. Yell, and grumble, and shot him bitch face glares, and throw his hands up in the air and all the other angry things his Sam did that Dean was used to.

Sam just looked around nervously and started playing with her hair; Dean wondered if she even noticed the nervous tick of her playing with her hair. Dean turned around and grabbed the keys to the Impala, after this he could really use a drink. He heard Sam mumbled something and shut the bathroom door.

Dean walked out of the motel room, he could use a drink but he could use a witch more. The Impala's engine roared all the way to Amy's house, breaking the speed limit by at least double the legal speed.