Author's Note: Hello lovelies! I've missed you all dearly and I'm SUPER excited for this chapter to get out to you guys! This is going to kind of change the way things proceed from here on out, but in a good way! There's lots of story to build off of, so please READ and REVIEW! I'd love to hear what you all think! Love youuuuuu!

Sara's heart pounded in her chest as she laid flat against the cold brick wall. The drizzling rain causing her goosebumps to multiply, as if the shaky breaths she slowly let out weren't loud enough she accidentally kicked a piece of trash and it rolled into the alley way. She lifted her gun along side her face with her elbows bent. She took in a deep breath, and then pushed herself out from around the corner and into the open alley way, leaving her vulnerable to the werewolf they were in the process of hunting.

"Stay in the car." Dean said… but Sara wasn't built for staying put. So here she was. In the middle of this wet cold alley with a gun in her hands. Walking forward one step at a time.

Left.

Right.

Left.

… Growling. Sara froze. Her entire body paralyzed by just how close the sound is. She internally mustered every bit of courage and strength she had and spun, firing her gun six times… all of which entered the werewolf's body, and at least one of them hitting it straight in the heart as it collapsed to the ground.

Sara's body felt like it was floating as she watched the werewolf twitch until it stopped moving and turned back into its human form, an attractive blonde that was luring men in with her looks. Savagely murdering them after sleeping with them… a black widow of sorts.

But now she was dead, and Sara was the one to pull the trigger. Her first solo kill. First she was full of panic… her stomach rolled. But. Then something odd happened. A smile graced her lips, something she didn't expect after killing someone, but it wasn't the thought of actually killing the werewolf that brought the grin to her face.

It was knowing she gets to see the look on Sam and Dean's face when they find her, standing above the dead werewolf. It was the smug proof of being able to say 'I can help' or 'I'm not useless anymore' when Dean tries to get her to hang back and sit in the corner.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Dean whisper yelled as he came out of the building and found Sara standing vulnerable in the alley.

She jumped at his voice, turning and feeling nervous, but then she remembered what was behind her.

"I told you to stay in the car." Dean told her as he walked closer, him and Sam scanning their environment carefully.

Sara chuckled and took three steps to the left, revealing the dead werewolf on the ground. Dean and Sam both stopped, looking between Sara and the body.

"Wait…" Sam mumbled. "Did… did you?"

"Did you kill the wolf?!" Dean straight out asked.

Sara lifted her gun and dropped the empty casings, a smirk on her face that Dean found so attractive he damn near had to tie himself down to keep from taking her right then and there. It was a move he had never seen her make. That bold strike of confidence.

"So boys… good thing I didn't wait in the car huh?"

"Yeah." Sam chuckled. "Good thing. Nice job Sara."

Sam walked forward and picked her up in a hug, spinning slightly as he moved to deal with the body. Dean still stood, staring at her, his lips pursed. Torn between admitting he was wrong and praising her first kill.

He was damn proud.

But he was damn irritated she never listened to him.

It'd been two weeks since they got back out on the road and the 'stay in the car' argument was getting repetitive. Sara had found a new confidence in herself Dean had never seen before as she swayed her hips, walking forward until she was toe to toe with the man.

"So." She said biting her lip to hold back her cocky grin.

"Yup." Dean nodded.

"Yup? That's all you have to say right now?"

"You're going to ask me a few questions… and I'm gonna say yes to all. So might as well spit it out now."

"Oh?" Sara asked playfully. "And what questions was I going to ask?"

"Well. First you were gonna repeat your first question… aren't I glad you didn't stay in the car. Then. You were going to ask if I realized I was wrong. And then last but not least… you're going to ask if I'm proud of you."

"And the answer to all of those is yes?" Sara asked shyly.

Dean took in a long slow breath and let out a sigh.

"Yup." He answered before walking forward to help Sam with the body. Sara stood and squealed to herself slightly. Trying to contain this new feeling. Excitement. Pride. Things she hadn't felt in a very long time.

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Sam and Dean sat at the table chewing on a piece of pizza while Sam scanned for new cases. The bathroom door opened and steam escaped as Sara exited it while drying her hair with a towel.

"Yummm, is that pizza?" She smiled.

"Yup." Dean winked to her. She took her seat at the table with them and began to pull the stringy cheese off the edge of her pizza.

"So, what's next?" She asked.

"Well. We eat. Sleep. Sammy here does some digging for another case and just relax until then."

"I don't want to relax. I feel… wound up. Like we need to go on another hunt RIGHT now. Is that weird?"

"Yeah, that's your adrenaline running." Sam smiled to her. "Happens to everyone after their first kill."

"So what do I do to get rid of it? I don't think there's any way I could sleep right now."

"Well. There's a club further into town. We could go out?" Dean offered.

"Out? As in… go dancing go out?" Sara asked with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, sweetheart. I don't dance." Dean scoffed. Sam lightly rolled his eyes.

"Well I do, and I think that actually sounds fun." Sara smiled.

"Sam?" Dean asked looking over to him.

Sam's eyes bounced between an excited Sara and a tempting Dean.

"Alright. Fine." Sam huffed as he closed the laptop and stood. "Let me grab a shower."

"Yay!" Sara cheered as she jumped up and began raiding her bag for something remotely cute.

"What are you so cheery for? I mean it's like you are a whole new person." Dean asked genuinely curious.

"I don't know… I just. I finally feel like I kinda fit in ya know?"

"Because of your first kill?"

"Yeah." Sara hesitated. "Is that stupid?"

"No, Sara. It's not." Dean quickly reassured her when her voice became embarrassed. "I'm glad you finally feel at home with us."

"Me too." She smiled. "Now help me find something to wear!"

"When was the last time you got dressed up and went out?" Dean asked.

"Umm. A few weeks before I met you guys. Bunch of us from work went together."

"And what do you usually wear for a night out?" Dean asked as he laid across the bed, leaned up on one side as he sipped at his beer. His eyes danced with a dark edge when Sara looked up to meet them. Her breath catching in her throat momentarily before she could speak again.

"Um. Wedge heels. Dress. Smokey eyes and dark lips." Sara said as she kept her eyes focused on the clothes she was pulling out.

"Any of that stashed in the bag there?"

"No." Sara chuckled.

"Damn. Ain't that a shame."

"Yeah… I guess so. Jeans and a tank sound okay?"

"On you? Absolutely."

Sara blushed as she finally looked back up to him.

"What are you up to with the flattery over there Winchester?"

"Nothing. Just. Trying to help." He said innocently.

"Well. Then I guess that settles my big what to wear debacle." Sara said as she pulled out her favorite pair of jeans and a plain black tank that had just the right amount of cleavage. She went to pull down her shorts but then remembered Dean was in the room. "Shut your eyes."

"What?" Dena asked confused.

"Sam's in the bathroom, and I need to change. So turn around or close your eyes." She insisted.

"Oh come on." Dean laughed as he placed his hand over his eyes. Allowing her to pull down her shorts and slip her feet into her jeans, then she stood and pulled the tight but perfectly fitting jeans up over her back side and buttoned them. Then she swapped out bras and shirts before giving him the okay.

"Alright you're good." She told him, but he opened his eyes in time to see her shirt coming down over her bare stomach, smooth and tan.

Dean diverted his eyes as she looked up to face him, a shy smile before she reached back into her bag for her make up. Then she sat at the table and began to apply a thin layer of foundation, but Dean's snickers caught her attention.

"What?" She asked.

"Why do you wear that stuff?"

"Um? Because I might actually want a guy to talk to me tonight and not run in the opposite direction?" She shrugged.

"Yeah right. Me and Sam will be scaring em away just to get you through the door."

"Oh shut up." Sara blushed as she went back to her make up. "I'm surprised you could even notice what other men do with the way women fall at your feet in public… I'm sure once alcohol is added to the mix that effect intensifies."

"Yeah well, what can I say? Winchesters are highly desirable."

"Ha! Okay…" Sara laughed as she went back to applying her make up.

"Don't laugh!" Dean mocked in offense.

"Sorry. I uh. I just admire your uh… cockiness." Sara nodded as she found the appropriate word.

"Yeah well, confidence is sexy. At least that's what all you women run around and say." Dean replied as he stood and tossed his beer, walking over to his own bag and pulling on a fresh shirt. Sara watched the way his back muscles moved as he lifted his arms over his head and his shirt back down to cover them. Sam exited the bathroom shortly after Dean finished dressing and took in Sara's focus as she went to apply her mascara. He chuckled to himself as he watched her carefully stroke the wand out and up her lashes, making them flare out around her bright blue eyes.

"You guys about ready?" Sam asked.

"Almost done." Sara said as she put down the mascara and picked up some dark red lipstick, letting it grace her lips in ways Dean only dreamt of. Sam looked up and watched as Dean struggled not to watch her. He laughed to himself on the inside. Wondering if tonight could be the start of something… different.

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Dean parked the impala on the edge of the street, within walking distance of the loud noise. Loud music and people laughing. Dancing. It was a little more active than their typical bar scene. But he felt like it was something more similar to what Sara's pace would have been back home. She wasn't exactly a dusky bar type of girl. She was the girl that danced until her feet ached. She was the type of girl who deserved more than a dusky bar for her first night out in weeks… months almost. So here he stood, in line, watching her bounce slightly as they moved up towards the bouncer who looked her up and down appreciatively. Dean slowly slid his arm around the small of her back as he handed the man cash to cover their way in, making sure he saw the gesture.

But as soon as they were through the door he pulled back. Knowing that he can't claim her. He has no claim on her… she can't be claimed. Someone like Sara wasn't someone that could be conquered. And someone like Sara surely wouldn't be interested in someone like him… right?

"You guys wanna grab a table?" Sam offered.

"Yeah sure, lets grab drinks first." Sara agreed.

"Drinks?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "As in you're going to have a drink?"

"Well I thought about it." She shrugged, seeming to be rethinking the decision.

"Oh, no no no… You're in on this now. What you drinking?"

"Hmmm… ever heard of a blue motherfucker?"

"No?" Dean said as his face fell in confusion, Sam and him exchanging a clueless look.

"Well I'm sure the bartender has."

"You're not setting me up are you?

"Dean. It's a drink. Order it." Sara laughed.

"I swear if this is a set up. You'll pay for it." He warned as he walked backwards with his finger pointed towards her. Sara watched until he disappeared in the sea of people.

"So, is it really a drink?" Sam leaned down and asked.

"Yes Sam! I swear it's a drink. A delicious drink."

"Okay, okay… I'll take your word for it."

"Hey Sam… can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Um… I get a little. Loose… when I drink, so please. If I begin to make a fool of myself then shove me in the trunk and drive me back to the motel."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Uhh. Sure." Sara laughed nervously. Sam watched the nervous look on her face as she looked back forward. He was intrigued. Could she really be that different with a little alcohol on board? She seemed so level headed and consistent. He was extremely curious to get a drink in her hand and watch the scene unfold.

"Alright. Two beers, and one blue mother fucker." Dean said as he came up behind them and passed out the drinks. "And it is really a drink." He nodded to Sam.

"So I see."

"How's it taste?" Dean asked her as she took her first sip.

"Mm. Good." She coughed slightly. "Strong."

"Yeah well the bartender got a little heavy handed when she got distracted by this face." Dean told her confidently. Sara rolled her eyes and walked forward until she found and empty table close to the edge of the dance floor. She slid onto the stool and Sam sat across from her, Dean standing between the two of them.

"I can grab you another seat." Sara offered turning looking for an empty stool to steal.

"Nah, I'm good. I can watch better form here."

"Watch what?"

"Everything." Dean shrugged.

"Ahh… I see." Sara nodded confused. She looked at Sam who rolled his eyes at Dean as he lifted his beer. Sara listened as the slow song continued to play. Waiting for it to end so she could drag one of them out for a dance.

"So, we finally get to see party Sara come out huh?" Dean asked casually.

"Hopefully not." Sara answered. "Party Sara was locked away a loooong time ago. She hasn't been out since college. But tipsy Sara might just pay you a visit."

"What kind of things should we expect form tipsy Sara?" Sam teased.

"Bad dancing… embarrassingly bad. But I honestly enjoy it so much I don't care. And I get a little clumsy. I tend to lose my legs by the end of the night."

"Ah. One of those." Sam nodded.

"Guilty." Sara sighed. But just then a popular dance song came on and Sara jumped off of the stool and pulled at Dean's arm. "I love this song!"

"Oh no… you go." Dean said as he pulled his arm back.

"Dean! Come on!"

"Noooo."

"Sam?" Sara turned and asked with a pouty face.

"I'm a really bad dancer. I'm sparing you the trouble. Trust me."

"Ugh! Party poopers." Sara grumbled as she trotted out on the dance floor. Her hips popping side to side in the same rhythm of the song. She lined up in a group of people and the boys watched as her feet moved in the same pattern as those around her.

Sara was a liar.

Because the truth was she was a great dancer. She knew every move and every line as she sang along, clapping her hands and snapping her fingers at the appropriate times.

"Damn. She's good." Sam said as he downed another sip of beer.

"Yeah. I'm kinda impressed." Dean agreed.

"I'm going for another beer. Want one?"

"Yeah sure."

Dean went back to watching Sara. The way she kept to herself, but still had a good time with the people around her. When the song ended they all clapped and dispersed, but as another began and the lights dropped a little lower Sara continued to dance alone.

Damn she's beautiful. Dean thought to himself. He could see the men on the edge of the floor begin to watch her as well, and he couldn't blame them. She had managed to group up with a few other girls and they had all gotten friendly quickly as they danced on each other. Sara began to sway away from them and back over to the table.

"I think I need another one of these." She said as she sat and took another large sip of her drink.

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhhmmm." She moaned as she drank again.

"Slow down their race horse."

"I'm just. I feel good Dean!" She smiled.

"I can see that." He laughed. He was catching on to the fact that she was definitely a cheap drunk. One drink in and she was already letting go a little. But he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching her enjoy it. He hadn't seen her smile so much in one night since he met her.

"I'm gonna go get another one!" She cheered.

"Look for Sam, okay? He should be at the bar."

"Dean. I'm a big girl. I'm fine!" She told him as she turned and walked away. She pranced her way back to the bar where she found Sam. She perched on the stool beside him.

"Hey." She smiled.

"Hey back, you up for round two?"

"Yessss." She smiled as the bartender walked over and she ordered another drink.

"So you're a bit of a liar." Sam smiled to her.

"How so?"

"You're a hell of a dancer."

"Oh please!" Sara moaned dramatically. Sam too could tell the alcohol was taking its effect.

"I mean it, you were good!"

"Well if I'm so good then why won't you come dance with me!"

"Because I'm that bad, I promise." Sam laughed.

"But Saaaaaam. It's fun! Please… one dance!"

The next thing Sam knew she had downed half of her second drink and was dragging him out onto the dance floor, swaying her hips as he followed behind her. Sam shook his head and laughed but played along even as he missed some of the steps. Sara spun in circles around him and he tried to keep up as she began to stumble a step here or there. But she always quickly regained her composure and continued on with the next step.

"Sam, I'm gonna get a drink!" Sara called out over the music. Sam nodded and escorted her off the floor and back to their table, where Dean was missing.

"Where'd he go?" Sara asked as she sipped at her drink.

"Uhhh…" Sam said as he scanned the room until his eyes fell on Dean and a couple of blondes a few tables over. "There." He pointed. Sara followed the direction of his finger until her eyes landed on him. She couldn't explain why… but it instantly bothered her.

Watching him smile at them. The light hitting his eyes in a way only she could truly appreciate, and the way his hand slid down the back of the woman to his right. Sara turned her attention back to Sam and she smiled at him while she took another large drink.

"Looks like he's having fun." She mused, trying to convince herself not to turn back around and look.

"Yeah. Well… that's Dean."

"So, what's his MO anyways?"

"Depends on the night. Sometimes we're casting directors looking for the next big thing, and then other times we're on military leave. I think we've even been FBI agents undercover on a job."

"Lying his way into the hearts of the women across America. Charming." Sara rolled her eyes as she finished off her drink. "I'm gonna get another."

"Okay, let's go."

"No no, I'm good. You hold down the table since Dean abandoned it." She winked.

"Sara, come right back."

"You and Dean are such worry worts!" She waved him off as she walked.

Sam shook his head and watched her as she walked away. Trying to keep her in his sight until she was lost in the sea of people. Then he looked down at his watch, telling himself if she wasn't back in five minutes that he would go look for her.

It was odd to him… to be so cautionary about her being alone. I mean she's under the same roof as him. So why should he be so worried? And she had made it clear she wasn't helpless, she was bound and determined to become a part of their world. So surely she could handle a couple of drunk guys in a bar.

Sam turned his attention back over to Dean. Who looked up and met his eyes, then began to scan the area, once he got a confused look on his face he leaned down and whispered to the blonde and then began walking towards the table where Sam was waiting.

"Having any luck over there?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah, just not sure where we're going since theres 3 of us in a motel room now and not just 2. It was easy to kick you to the car… but."

"Yeah.. yeah. I get it."

"Where is she anyways?"

"Went to get a drink."

"How long ago?"

"Three minutes and… twenty two seconds ago." Sam said looking at his watch.

"Oh. Okay." Dean nodded.

"… You're going to check on her aren't you?"

"Yep." Dean nodded shortly before also disappearing in the crowd. Sam laughed… he knew something was due to happen between the two of them. Would it be tonight? Would it be another night? Would it ever be… if he knew his brother then he knew he was walking in circles, debating on crossing the line. But Sara… Sara he couldn't read.

As Dean approached the bar his eyes scanned the room for Sara, and when they landed on her he caught her throwing her head back in laughter. Obviously feeling her drink as she lifted it to her lips again. She was laughing at some corny joke the man beside her had just told. Dean easily spotted his buddies on the other end of the bar, watching to see if he could land the girl at the bar. A game he's watched many a times.

He stood in the shadows and watched as Sara's amusement with him faded, she had sucked down another drink already, and was definitely swaying a little. Unfortunately for the guy beside him he was unable to take the hint that she had lost interest in him, and continued on his disappointing conversation. Sara smiled and nodded politely but kept her replies short.

Dean began to move towards her.

"There you are sweetheart!" Dean smiled as he came up behind her.

"Oh sorry hun! I just came for another round." Sara played along as Dean leaned on the bar beside her and she kissed his cheek just enough to send the message to the guy beside her. Who quickly rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Thank you!" Sara said with big eyes. "I thought he'd never go away."

"Yeah I could tell, he wasn't very good at taking hints."

"Nope. So did you not have any luck with the blondes?"

"Oh yeah, but I needed a refill." Dean smirked confidently as he lifted his bottle towards the bartender.

"Oh." Sara said pushing a smile on to her face, disappointment and if she was being honest… jealousy, beginning to flood her. Suddenly the alcohol took over.

"Excuse me!" She called over to the bartender. "Can I get some tequila, double please."

"Shots?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Shots, you up for the challenge Winchester?"

"Oh you're so on. Hey Buddy! Make that two!" Dean called over her head.

Sam was watching people move about on the dance floor. But the sound of a crowd shouting and chanting at the bar caught his attention. He began to walk towards the same direction he last saw Sara and Dean and had an odd feeling whatever the racket was involved the two of them. He got closer and the chanting became clearer as the word 'shots' was shouted over and over and over again. As he got to the bar he saw a row of shots in front of both Sara and Dean, and they were both working their way down as quickly as they could.

Sara was in the lead by two glasses and finished off by shoving the lime wedge in her mouth as she stood up on the bar. The crowd that had gathered around to watch was cheering for her as Dean finished off the last of his shots. Someone kicked up the music and cranked a song that Sara apparently knew very well because she began to strut up and down the bar, kicking beer bottles as she walked. Men pushed their way forward to the bar, but Dean's eyes were only on her. The way her jeans hugged her in every perfect way possible. The way her hair fell into her face as she moved her head side to side. Blonde peeking through the dark strands. Then as the music changed beats she dropped to her knees and moved her body in ways had only ever dreamed about. Then she was back on her feet using the post at the end of the bar as if it was a pole.

Dean was a little drunk and clearly distracted, feeling as if he was getting his own private show, but Sam on the other hand was watching as the drunk men at the bar grew bolder, one reaching up and slapping her ass.

"HEY!" She jumped back and yelled, then she turned and used her foot to kick the man in the face, breaking his nose.

"Hey! Get your girl off my bar!" The bartender then yelled to Dean, which snapped him out of his haze as he watched her defend her own honor. He quickly pushed his way to her and reached for her. She smiled as she leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders, and his fell on her waist before she jumped off the bar.

"C'mon wild thing!" Dean laughed as he pulled her away and back towards the dance floor, she stumbled most of the way.

"SAM!" She cried out with joy as she caught his face in the crowd, running and jumping onto him full blast, almost taking them both to the ground. "Saaaaaaam. You're my best friend!"

"You're my best friend too Sara." He told her as he tried to keep them up straight. Dean stumbled back over towards the blondes he had been flirting with earlier in the night.

"Sam… I have a secret to tell you." She whispered loudly, almost loudly enough that it couldn't be counted as a whisper. "… I think I like him."

"I know you do sweetheart." Sam then assured her as he set her back down on the ground.

"Sam." Puppy-dog eyes adorned her very drunk face. "I'm really stupid aren't I?"

"No, why would you think that?" He asked her.

"He wouldn't want someone like me!" She scoffed over dramatically.

"Why?" Sam laughed.

"Because I'm a total fuck up! I mean… no guy wants all this baggage and shit. Even if I do have a nice ass!"

"You do have a nice ass." Sam agreed with her, she shot him a well crafted Sam Winchester approved bitch face. He laughed.

"Sara. Any guy would be lucky to have you, baggage or not. Everyone has baggage."

"… He wants someone like her. Fun. Easy-"

"Two brain cells more than a french fry." Sam mocked. Sara busted out in laughter that made her put her hands on her knees to support her weight. Sam was happy to see the shift in emotions.

"You're right! I'm better than her."

"Hell yeah you are."

"I'm going to tell her to fuck off!" Sara said as she moved to walk towards them.

"Whoa, no no no… Let's stay over here." Sam said pulling her back.

"Sam." She mumbled. "Am I drunk?"

"Yes. Very."

"… We should probably leave." Sara stumbled.

"Okay, sounds good to me. I'll go get Dean. You stay right here." Sam said as he propped Sara up in the chair at the table and moved towards his brother.

"Hey man."

"Hey! Sammy!" Dean smiled. "Meet Sierra, and her friend Missy."

"Hi." Sam smiled politely. "So uh, we're gonna roll out. Mind if we take the car?"

"Oh, uh. She okay?"

"Yeah she's fine. Just had enough for one night."

"You uhh… you know what. Let me uh. Let me meet you guys outside in a minute, okay?" Dean mumbled to Sam. Sam nodded, and watched in surprise as Dean came up with some excuse as to why he had to leave. Sam moved back to Sara, who's legs had quickly turned to jello as the rest of the tequila shots were sinking in.

"Sara, you ready to go?"

"Mmhhmm." She smiled and giggled at him.

"Sam, you're the sexiest best friend I've ever had!" She laughed as she ran her hands through his hair.

"Thanks." Sam laughed as he moved to pick her up, seeing that it was obvious she wasn't going to walk herself out of the bar.

"I feel like Lois Lane!" She laughed as she threw her head back and let him carry her into the refreshing cool air outside.

"I guess that makes me Superman?" Sam teased as he set her down on the trunk, waiting for Dean to come out with the keys.

"YES!" Sara said as she gasped in excitement. "Sam! You need a cape."

"And you need to get some water when we get back."

"Pshhhhh… I'm fine. You just don' t know Sam. This. This is Sara on the reeeeal level. I can hold my own when it comes to drinking."

"I can see that. You're about four drinks and eight shots in and you're still speaking. So that's a bonus."

"Ha! And… I could totally kick your ass at beer pong right now."

"Beer pong?! I haven't played that since college. So yeah. You probably could."

"Oh I could." She said confidently before going into a giggle fit and leaning too far forward, almost falling off the car had Sam not stood in front of her to push her back.

"We ready to blow this joint?" Dean asked as he walked through the parking lot towards them.

"DEAN!" Sara smiled. Then giggled some more. "Dean. Why do you wear so many damn shirts? Are you cold or something?"

Dean raised one eyebrow at her and then looked to Sam.

"Seriously? Is she serious right now."

"Oh, but Dean… this is Sara 'on a real level'." Sam mocked.

"Shhhhhhh… Don't tell Dean our secrets." Sara said putting her fingers on his face. Dean shot him a curious look, but he only waved him off as he reached out for the keys.

"Alright, let's get out of here." Sam said as he helped Sara slide off the trunk and into the backseat. As they pulled out onto the road Dean turned up the radio and Sara began to very drunkenly sing along.

"Ya know sweetheart… I gotta tell you. I like drunk Sara. We should do this more often."

"I looooove drunk Sara." Sara slurred. "She's fun!"

"Hell yeah she is. Why you keep her locked away so much?" Dean asked as he turned to face her.

"Because." Sara giggled. "Drunk Sara gets a little to handsy sometimes. Not that I mind."

Dean's eyes bored into hers as she smiled at him seductively. Damn her wanted to take her. Right here. Right now. Sam could walk for all he cared at the moment. But instead he smiled and turned back around, pulling himself away.

Once back at the motel Dean helped Sara into the room where she laid on one of the beds.

"I need to get changed." She mumbled.

"Think you can walk?" Sam asked.

"Ohhh, I'm fine!" Sara waved him off as she pushed herself off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, almost falling twice. "Whoops." She giggled as she kicked her bag into the bathroom and shut the door.

She began undoing her jeans and sliding them off, and then pulling back up the shorts she had on earlier. But as she went to unhook her bra, or try to pull her shirt over her head, her arms became tangled and she couldn't get it off. She huffed, and whined… then finally caved.

"Deeeeean." She whined loud enough for him to hear outside the door. Two knocks followed shortly after. "Dean. I need help." She whined again.

"Okay, I'm coming in." He said before he opened the door and found her sitting on the edge of the tub, pouting. He laughed a little. "What's wrong?"

"I can't get it off." She whined as she reached back to try and get her bra. Dean laughed slightly before biting his lip to hold back.

"Okay, stand up." He said reaching down and offering her a hand. She took it and let him pull her to stand. "Do you wanna turn around?" He offered since they were facing each other and she was fixing to be exposed. She slowly turned in a circle until her back faced him and her front faced the ugly striped blue and green shower curtain.

"Hands up." He told her, she obeyed. His hands slid to her waist where he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up her body, and over her arms. Sara sighed softly as it dropped to the ground and Dean reached up to unhook her bra, his warm hand rubbed against her back and she had to close her eyes at the tingle it sent, forcing goosebumps down her arms.

"Where's your shirt?" He asked as he unhooked her bra and she slid it off, covering her chest with her arms.

"On the tub."

Dean leaned forward over her with is long arms to grab it, but when he did his body laid against hers, for only a moment or two. She felt engulfed in the heat of his body. She felt surrounded by his cologne and the smell of alcohol still on his breath. She never wanted him to leave.

But he stood up straight and asked her to raise her arms once again, this time he went a little slower as he pulled her shirt back down, feeling it catch slightly as it went over her breasts. Then he reached up and pulled her hair free from the back. Sara reached up and pulled her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head, Dean not moving from behind her as she continued to sway slightly on her feet.

"You good?" He asked as she slowly turned back around to face him. Somehow even with the alcohol, standing face to face, in the light she was still too afraid to make her move. Shyness crept over her as she blushed and nodded.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"For what?"

"… I'm drunk." She mumbled, and smiled slightly.

"Its okay." Dean smiled as he opened the door and followed her out, she landed on the bed and pulled the covers up over her body. Tucking herself in tightly.

"Sara, you good over there? World spinning?" Sam asked.

"Nope." She smiled. "It never hits me until the next day… Just know that I want waffles in the morning."

"Okay." Sam chuckled. "Waffles for breakfast."

Sam and Dean salted the doors and windows and readied themselves for bed. Dean stood at the foot of the bed he was going to share with Sara and changed from his jeans to sweats, and a plain white tshirt. Then he turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed.

He was sure she was asleep beside him... until he wasn't. In the midst of the darkness she moved towards him, sliding her body against his side, instinctively his arm wound around her. He moved slightly so that she was wrapped against him.

He then thought maybe, just maybe she'd fall asleep in his arms. Give him the chance to share the night beside her. But as he began to still, her hand began to wander. She lazily drug her nails over his stomach, back and forth. The sensation could have dropped him to his knees had he been standing. She slowly worked his shirt upwards, spreading her fingers across his abs and down the sides of his rib cage. His hand responded by dipping under her shirt as well. Letting his hand run over her back, she arched into his touch, sliding her leg between both of his.

Dean's mind ran a million miles a minute. The alcohol he had consumed still buzzing, but not enough to give him the courage to really make his move.

He knew she was drunk, the words replayed in his head as he remembered her admitting that she gets handsy when she drinks. But he didn't want to stop her. Not yet. He didn't want her hands to leave his body. He wanted to continue to feel her skin, have her hands exploring him.

He wanted to be this close to her forever.

And damn did she want him too… she wanted him in every way possible. Intimately. Sexually. Emotionally. She wanted to bury herself in Dean Winchester and never leave.

So she let her hand drift back below his belly button, skimming her fingers along his waist band, occasionally and 'accidentally' letting the tip of her finger disappear under the edge. Her leg sliding up his thigh. Dean's body reacted before he could think and he rolled himself on top of her. His face only centimeters from hers.

Sara responded in every way that felt right. Arching her back to rub her body against his. Her hand running through his short hair.

Dean leaned down, until his lips brushed hers. Then he pulled her bottom lip in and melted it between his, she responded by opening her mouth and her letting her tongue slide against his lips. Dean deepened the kiss. The kiss that sent electricity through his body. The kiss he thought he'd never have. He kiss he knew he'd never forget.

Kissing Cassie.

Kissing Lisa.

Kissing Anna.

Nothing compared to THIS kiss.

Sara felt as if she was floating on clouds. How could a man like Dean Winchester be in this bed with her? When did her life take this beautiful disastrous turn. And how could she make this moment last? Commit it to memory. Carve it into her brain. Tattoo the shape of Dean's lips against hers. Forever feel the heat of his body over hers.

Sara reached up and pulled at his shirt, pulling it up towards his head until he had to break the kiss to rid himself of it. Her hands winding up and down his body, nails pushing into his back as he kissed her neck, her chest… but then he stopped.

"Dammit." He mumbled to himself. Again the words from the car echoing in his ears.

"Dean." Sara whispered as she grazed his jaw bone with her lips. "Don't…"

"Sara, we can't do this. Not like this." He caved. Wanting to punch himself in the face as he said the words.

"… Did I do something?" Sara asked in the dark, her voice small and weak.

"No, sweetheart." Dean reassured as he leaned down and kissed her lips, her cheek, the spot just under her ear. "You're just. You're drunk, and I. I can't let you do something you might not want in the morning."

"But I do…" She whispered.

"If you wake up tomorrow, and this is still what you want, then I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, but I need you to look me in the eye, and tell me without the tequila… that this is what you want."

"Will you stay with me?" She asked in the dark.

Instead of responding, Dean rolled himself over to his side, pulling Sara against him, her face against his shoulder as he wrapped one leg over her. Sara buried her nose against his skin. Taking him in. Dean copied her as he buried his nose in her hair, the sweet smell of coconut lulling him to sleep as she stilled in his arms.

He didn't want to sleep.

He didn't want this to end.

But the chance that tomorrow may come, and Sara would still want him. That excited him.

… and that terrified him.

…..

…..

…..

The next morning Sam was awake first, finding Sara and Dean tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets, but still clothed. He was sure the morning would be interesting when they woke. So he gathered himself and left in search of coffee and waffles, per Sara's request.

Not long after Sara's stomach began to roll. Pulling her out of her deep sleep. When she woke up she felt hot, sticky, and confined. She realized as her eyes opened that she was in Dean's arms. A shirtless Dean… suddenly memory from last night flooded her brain. Causing her stomach to flop.

"Oh God…" She whispered as she pushed him off and ran for the bathroom. The stench of tequila left her body in heaves. She groaned and moaned between the breaks where she tried to catch her breath.

Dean was shaken awake as she struggled to escape from beside him. It took him a moment as well to remember the events of last night, and when he did, he slightly panicked at the thought of how quickly she ran from the bed, slamming the door behind her.

But then as he heard the echoing of a hangover, his panic subsided. He stretched and yawned. Cracking his joints from staying in one position for so many hours. But every bone in his body knew it was worth it. He climbed out of bed just as Sam opened the door.

"Hey." He grumbled.

"Hey, so uh… did you have a good night?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Uhh.. I'm not going to answer that."

"Sure."

"What'd you bring?"

"Coffee and waffles. A drunk Sara request."

"Ahh, yes. Drunk Sara is currently haunting hangover Sara in the bathroom." Dean nodded.

"Yikes. One of us might should pop in on her."

"Yeahhh, I'll do it." Dean said as he stood.

"I'm sure you will." Sam mumbled, Dean turned and rolled his eyes. He hovered at the door before knocking. "Sara, you alive in there?"

"Noooo." She mumbled.

"I'm coming in."

"Only if you want to expose yourself to the disaster that has become my hair."

"I'll take my chances." He mumbled as he opened the door. He found her laying on the floor, eyes closed, pale, and definitely hung over. "Oh Sara… You gotta get out of the floor. God knows when the last time was they cleaned that."

"Hmmmmmm. You're going to make me puke again."

"Yeah well. Sam brought coffee and pancakes."

"… Let me guess. I asked for that last night."

"Do you remember?"

"Yeah. Sorta." She groaned as she sat up and leaned against the wall.

"Do you remember all of last night?" Dean asked hesitantly. Sara's mind replayed every amazing and magical moment of his lips on hers. Of his body against her. But then she remembered the way he stopped. Was it really because he was afraid of taking advantage of her? Or was it because it wasn't something he wanted, and that was his way out?

Every part of her wanted to open her mouth and say yes. But she was frozen.

"Sara?"

"Um. Not much after the shots contest." She finally whispered.

"Oh." Dean nodded. Feeling internally crushed at the fact that she didn't remember.

"Did uh.. did I do something last night I shouldn't have?" She asked, wondering if maybe he'd bring it up. Maybe he did want her. Maybe he did want it as badly as she did."

"No." He smiled. And this time it was Sara who was internally crushed. Her brain continued to scream at her how stupid she was… for pushing him into something he didn't want.

"Good." She nodded as her eyes fell to her feet.

"Do you uh, want to shower? Or need a cold rag or something?"

"Yeah. Uh. A shower sounds good."

"Okay. I'll uh, leave you to it then."

"Thanks." She smiled shyly.

She waited until the door was shut and she stood to turn on the water before she began to cry. At least he had the decency to pretend like he didn't remember it, rather than embarrass her for it. So now she only had to live pretending like it never happened. Only had to try and forget how amazing his hands felt on her body. Only had to forget the way he tasted on her lips.

Who was she kidding?

She'd never forget what happened last night… but now she had to look him in the eye and pretend she doesn't know what it's like to touch him. To feel him.

But the only thought that danced in her mind was how in the hell was she supposed to do that?

PSA: Dean Winchester knows that drunk consent isn't consent. Don't be a dick. Be a Winchester.