A/N: Hi guys! Just a warning there is some PG-13 romance stuff in this one, but you already knew that since it was rated M, right? :P Just thought I would throw out a warning, just in case. Also this was my first time writing a scene like this, so any constructive criticism would be appreciated.

There are 2 more chapters after this, just FYI!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. I DO, HOWEVER, OWN THE OCs.

Dean fumbled with the room key, finally getting the door open. Throwing his stuff on the floor, he turned to face Mel, unable to wait any longer. He wanted her right now. There was an insatiable need that he felt even in his very core. Mel wanted him, too. So badly she was already advancing on him as he pulled off his shirt with a swift motion, the dim light of the room highlighting his abs. She pushed herself against him, feeling the skin of her stomach brush against his where her shirt had been ripped earlier. A lingering kiss. It wasn't enough. She grabbed her shirt with her hands and ripped it off her body, letting the ruined shirt fall to the floor. Dean grinned and wrapped his arms around her, hands feeling the smooth curve of her back as he went in for another kiss. This time it was more urgent, hungry almost, their lips melding together with a mutual passion. His hands made their way to her upper back, finding and undoing the clip of her bra. She smiled against his lips and pulled away slightly to shrug the straps off her shoulders, and tossing it to the side. Dean looked at her now exposed breasts for a moment, admiring her beauty. Mel tilted her head to the side with a mischievous smile.

"I believe you're staring, pretty boy." she said teasingly.

"Damn right I am." he answered without missing a beat.

"Well stop staring," she pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, "and start touching."

Dean let out a chuckle and placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her lower body down against him. He let his other hand roam, enjoying the softness of her skin and the way she sighed with pleasure whenever he would touch a sweet spot.

"You're teasing me.." she accused softly when his hand reached her lower abdomen.

"Payback, sweetheart." he said, amused. "But I won't make you wait any longer."

Dean shifted his body weight, rolling over so she was under him. He leaned down to kiss her fervently, his hands brushing her cheeks with a sort of raw affection. Mel was taken aback by how gentle his touch was- he had seemed like the rough type from her previous experience with him back at the asylum. She let out a soft sigh and felt all her emotional barriers drop. It felt good to be so open and vulnerable, kissing a man she had only just begun to know, but already felt like she had known him for a thousand years. Dean moved one of his hands to run it lightly through her hair, kissing her again and again, longing to make sweet love to her. He found himself thinking, if he could he would want nothing more than to just hold her. If the evil creatures would cease their murdering, if the world didn't need saving, if his baby brother hadn't be tainted with demon blood, if everything had been okay- he would want to be hers forever.

But the world did need saving, and the monsters wouldn't stop, and Sammy needed saving too, so he knew that this small moment, this small piece of heaven, was fleeting. As he kissed her again, feeling her cool skin against his, he embraced the inevitability of goodbye.

Sam was sitting in the passenger seat of the Camry, watching Alice drive silently. They had gone outside of the bar to find the impala gone and the keys to the girls' car sitting underneath the car. It was apparently something Mel and Alice would do often. No one ever looked under the car for the keys after all, as Alice had told him. He noted that, though he was sure Dean would never go for it.

"Thanks again for letting me stay in your room." he said, eyes still on her.

Alice gave him a quick side-glance before returning her eyes to the road. "It's no problem. Not your fault your brother bailed with my sister. I wasn't going to just leave you there."

"Yeah. Sorry about Dean...he can be a real jerk sometimes."

"It's fine. I mean, he was probably just trying to get me to have a good time. I just get annoyed when people tell me what I should do."

"I know how that feels." Sam felt a pang of guilt. He'd been wishing he hadn't been so confrontational with his dad when he was alive. He didn't like being told what to do either, but maybe he should have listened more.

Alice nodded, not sure of what else to say. The car grew quiet and she felt like it was smothering her, like it always did. Silence always gave her thoughts time to criticize. She shouldn't of pulled away from him at the bar, now he probably thought she hated him. Her hand reached for the radio dial and she turned it on, hoping music would help push her thoughts away. She jumped slightly when it blasted, forgetting that she had cranked it up during their race earlier, reaching over to quickly turn the volume down to a reasonable loudness.

Sam let out a small chuckle. "What the heck was that?"

"It was from earlier, sorry." Alice replied, laughing nervously before she let out a gasp and grinned. "Oh my God I love this song. Mel and I always get a good laugh out of it."

Lady Sovereign's 'Love Me or Hate Me' was coming out of the speakers and she began to sing along. Sam raised an eyebrow when he heard some of the lyrics. "Really?"

"Hey, don't judge." Alice glanced at him again and couldn't help but burst out laughing at his facial expression.

Sam cracked a smile. "What?"

"Oh man, you should of seen your face." She said, still laughing. "Priceless."

"Good to know my face is that funny." He said, trying to hold in his urge to laugh with her, not being able to hide his smile already.

"Well, it was!" She stopped the car at one of the few stop signs. "This is what you looked like."

Alice tried her best to imitate the face he had made and Sam laughed. It was one of his genuine ones, the kind of laugh that made him feel almost happy again. Alice grinned as she started driving again. "You should laugh more." she said.

He smiled sadly. "I don't have many reasons to." He started, then added, "Keep making faces like that I just might, though."

"I'll keep that in mind."

When they finally made it to the hotel, they had decided that they both needed showers. One hour in that asylum was gross enough, let alone the long time they had been there. Alice decided to let Sam go first, since he was technically a guest. Plus she liked taking longer showers and she didn't want to make him wait too long.

"If I fall asleep, just wake me up when you're done." She told him, sitting on one of the beds.

"Alright." He answered, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

Alice sighed and laid back on the cheap sheets, recounting everything that had happened. It was sort of routine for her. Thinking about the hunt and what went well, along with what went badly. She'd think of ways she could have done better, and find ways of improvement. This time, however, she didn't just think about the hunt. In fact, it was hard for her to think about it. Her thoughts kept returning to Sam and all the things that she wished she would of done or said. Rolling over, she sighed. She had given him so many mixed signals, and she knew it. He was probably so confused by now that he wouldn't want any more to do with her. Alice's eyes drooped and closed, her constant thinking making her tired. A half-daydream of Sam holding her graced her thoughts before she drifted into a light sleep.

Sam came out of the bathroom about a half-hour later, his hair still wet and nothing but a towel draped around his waist, one hand keeping the towel secure and the other holding the rolled up bundle of his clothes. He had decided to get dressed after Alice got into the bathroom, so he would take as little time as possible in there. Tossing his clothes on the bed that would be his, he walked over to her, standing a respectable distance away from the edge of the bed.

"Alice. I'm out, you can go in now." he said, then waited a few moments. She didn't seem to be waking up yet. He sighed slightly, feeling bad that he had to wake her up, knowing that sleep was rare for hunters. She had asked him to, though, so he reached out and gently nudged her shoulder.

Alice's eyes flew open, her hands immediately going for the gun she kept underneath her pillow. Years of hunting instincts had trained her to react quickly, especially when being woken up. She had pointed a gun at Mel multiple times before in the same situation. It was one of her major flaws. Always on edge. In a second, she was sitting up in bed, the gun in her hands pointed directly at Sam.

Sam hadn't expected to see a gun pointed at him. Forgetting completely he was in nothing but a towel, he instinctively raised both his hands up in a surrender gesture. Now that the towel had nothing holding it there and Sam hadn't really wrapped it too well, considering he hadn't expected to be assaulted with a gun, it fell down to the floor with a damp thud.

Alice's eyes widened and she dropped the gun onto the bed, letting out a surprised squeak.

"Oh shit- shit, I'm sorry-" Sam stammered, grabbing for the towel. "I didn't mean to- you caught me off guard-"

Alice turned the other direction and hid her face with her hands, feeling her face grow hot. Holy shit, she had not been expecting that. Not at all. Her thoughts were now just a jumbled mix of surprise and stray comments about how unbelievably sexy he looked. She scooted off the bed, taking one hand off of her face to reach for the pajamas she had folded and ready on the bottom of the bed before she made a dash to the bathroom, other hand shielding the side of her face Sam was on. The door shut a little too hard behind her and she leaned against it, still in shock about what had just happened.

Sam's face was flushed from both embarrassment and anger at himself as he put on his boxers.

"Nice one, Sam. She'll really like you now after you flashed her like that." he muttered, kicking the towel with his foot. "So stupid."

He plopped down on his bed and put his head in his hands. Why did everything always have to go wrong for him? Sam ran a hand through his damp hair and wished that just this once, something- anything- would go right.