Please, please, please let me get what I want.

I take a deep breath as I pace the motel room, my finger tapping on the side of my head as I walk around debating with myself. I hear a sigh come from the bed, "Just do it, Sam, don't be such a little bitch." I hear Dean tell me, a smirk on his face. I turn over to him and roll my eyes, shaking my head.

"It's weird isn't it? Maybe it was more of a pity thing and she didn't actually mean it." I tell him, feeling nervous about calling Faith.

Dean rolls his eyes, "Jesus Christ. You're fine." He stands up, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink, popping the can open. "I don't think she would've invited you to hang out if she didn't want to see you. Besides, we leave tomorrow so maybe it's a good thing if you see her. Now or never, right?" I watch as he jumps on the bed, kicking his feet up and watching the game on the tv.

"Fine." I tell myself, "I'll do it." I reach for my phone and look at the black card sitting in my hand. "You can do this." I take a deep breath before dialing the phone number, closing my eyes tightly as the phone rings, almost expecting it to go straight to voicemail.

"Hello?"

My eyes light up and a smile spreads on my face, "Faith!" I say, almost too excited, "How're you? Are you free?"

I hear her chuckle, "I'm well, Sam. I am free. Did you want to come over? I just finished making dinner, so you're more than welcomed to come over and eat." She invites me, and I can't help but smile.

"Of course, I mean, I'd love to. What's your address?" I say, rushing over to the desk to grab a sticky note and a pen.

"It's 266 8th street west. It shouldn't take you too long to get here so I'll get everything ready." She tells me, and I nod, writing down her address with a stupid grin across my face.

"Perfect! I can't wait. I'll leave in a few minutes." I look over at Dean, pointing at his keys. His eyes widen, and he shakes his head, viciously mouthing 'no' as I continue to nod my head and mouth 'yes'.

I hear Faith chuckle once more, "Alrighty, I'll be waiting. I'll see you in a bit." And with that, she hangs up. I keep staring at Dean and my gaze gets very stern as he continues to stay frustrated with me.

"No way, Sam! Cab there, I don't care! Not my girl!"

I roll my heads, "Dean, come on, I just need the car for a few hours, that's all, I'm literally begging you." Dean glares at me before taking the keys and wiping them at me, hitting me right in the stomach. "What the hell!"

Dean shakes his head, "You better treat her well, and if anything, I mean anything happens to that car, I will kill you."

I laugh, "Whatever, Dean. Thanks, I'll be back in a bit." And with that, I'm out of the motel and driving down the road to Faith's house.

I hurry around my house, ensuring that it's tidy and perfect for Sam once he gets here. My speaker playing my random playlist, music and the smell of lasagna filling the air. I walk over to the kitchen to make sure everything is set, lasagna, garlic bread, water, juice, pop, wine, too many options. I hear a knock at the door and my eyes light up as a smile creeps onto my face. I rush over to the door and look through the peep hole to see Sam standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

I laugh and open the door, revealing myself. "Hey, come on in." I greet him, moving aside and letting him into my home. I watch as he looks around, his eyes wide as he takes in the large rooms and fireplace.

"You look great." Sam tells me, a smile on his face. I blush, looking down at my oversized flannel, leggings and white tank top. I can't say I look my best right now. "Wow, this is quite the place you have." He says, chuckling as he continues to look around. "And you live here alone?"

I watch as he explores the house, nodding. "Yeah, well, as of recently." Sam looks over to me, raising an eyebrow, not exactly understanding me. I let out a sad sigh, "I'm a divorcee." I watch as his eyes widen in disbelief, "It's been a few years, but yeah, I guess we have some catching up to do. Are you hungry?"

Sam nods, "Yeah, I guess we do have some catching up to do. It's been awhile eh?" I chuckle as we head to the kitchen where our plates are set on the dining room table. "This smells awesome." He tells me, eyeballing the large portion of lasagna and garlic bread. "Thank you so much."

I smile, taking a seat at the table and reaching for the bottle of wine, pouring myself a glass. "Would you like some?" I ask him, holding the bottle in my hand.

He shrugs, "Why not." I hand him the bottle and clear my throat before taking a sip, smiling into the cup. "I like this open concept you've got going on." He says as he pours himself a drink.

I nod, taking a bite of my dinner. "Yeah, Scott and I designed this place ourselves, and look where that ended." I say with a chuckle, "Too dark?"

Sam laughs, shaking his head, "God no, I don't think you can say anything that's too dark." I watch as he takes a bite of the lasagna, a smile growing on his face. "This is unbelievable. Thanks so much, honestly, you don't understand how nice this is."

I smile, "I figured you would be in need of a nice home meal since you and Dean probably eat tacos and diner food every night." I say, teasing him. "I'm glad you like it though, I know lasagna is a favorite of yours. I'll pack some up for Dean too, I'm sure he also needs a home cooked meal."

Sam grins, "You haven't changed one bit." He says before wiping his mouth with a serviette. I raise my eyebrow, a smirk plastered on my face. "You're always looking out for others, taking care of them. I haven't seen you in a decade and you've made this meal and you're sending me with a mini care package for Dean."

"Of course, I mean, Dean was like a brother to me." I watch as Sam turns red, "And you'll always have a special place in my heart." I tell him, smiling at the brunette. We finish dinner and I pack up some leftovers for Dean, setting them with Sam's coat so he won't forget it when he leaves. Sam walks over, holding the dishes in his hands and putting them in the dishwasher for me. "You didn't have to do that, you know."

Sam chuckles, "Of course I had to, you just made me dinner. I can at least help with the cleaning." He says as he closes the dishwasher and turning it on after realizing it's a full load.

I look over to him, analyzing him. His hair has gotten longer, and his face has matured a lot. His goofy shag is now parted down the middle and is at a perfect length. Sam's baby face has matured into this handsome, perfectly defined one with some stubble and it was nice. He's still the shy, dorky boy I grew up with and I'm thankful for that. I don't know what I'd do if Sam changed much. "Hey, do you want to go sit in the backyard?" I ask him, feeling the need for some fresh air.

He shrugs, not really caring. "Sure, that works for me." He says as he follows me out of the kitchen and into the backyard. I walk on the path through the garden and we reach a couple of steel chairs with a stained-glass table. I take a seat and set my wine glass on the table, smiling out to the garden and large oak tree with white Christmas lights wrapped around the trunk of it.

"Your home is really beautiful, Faith, I'm glad life has been treating you well." Sam says, watching me as I look out to the garden. A sad smile creeps on my face as I change my gaze over to him.

"I guess you could say that."

Sam gives me a worried stare, "Is everything okay? I'm sorry if I brought something up, that wasn't my intention."

I shake my head, "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just, I don't know. Life was anything but easy for me once everything happened." I say, signalling to our break up. Sam's eyebrows knit together, and he waits for me to explain. "I guess I thought I could move away from you and everything else at home, but that was probably the worst thing I could've done." Sam gives me a sad look and I feel his eyes burning into me as I look down at my hands, fiddling with them. "A year after I moved away my dad got diagnosed with lung cancer and it didn't seem to matter how much medical attention he got, nothing helped, and he passed away. Then I met Scott and I thought things were great, little did I know he was cheating on me for 5 years of our relationship." I let out a loud sigh, "But I guess everything happens for a reason, right?"

Sam sighs, reaching for my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so sorry, Faith, I didn't know, and I shouldn't have pried."

I shake my head, "You did anything but pry. You have no reason to apologize." I give him a sad smile, "It's nice to kind of vent about it though. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy." I let out a laugh and look into his eyes, "I don't know. It's really nice seeing you again though, it brings back a piece of home and I guess I needed that."

Sam smiles at me, giving me the most reassuring look possible. "I didn't know that seeing you was what I needed, but I'm happy it happened." I feel my heart skip a beat in my chest as I get lost in his brown eyes.

I clear my throat, "I hope you're happy though, you know, with or without Scott, you do deserve to be happy, Faith." I tell her as she looks at me. She only nods, then breaks the gaze by looking over to the large tree in the middle of her backyard. "I'm serious. I think about you almost every day, hell, I've thought about you every day for the last 10 years, and you have never left my mind."

She changes her gaze back to me, staring at me in awe, "Sam..."

"No seriously, Faith. I can't get you off my mind. It's been years and it doesn't matter who I'm with, what woman I try to feel attached to, you're always in the back of my mind and nothing compares." I shake my head, "I sound ridiculous right now. I just show up and start spewing my heart to you."

Faith gives me a small grin, "You don't sound ridiculous, Sam. That's very sweet." Great, I humiliated myself in front of the love of my life. Good job, Sam. If Dean was here he would be laughing at me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." I say, knowing damn well I just embarrassed myself.

"I don't think you've ever left my mind either." She admits, and I feel my eyes burst out of my skull in disbelief.

"R-really?"

She nods, laughing to herself as she keeps eye contact with me. "You were the first guy I ever loved. I've missed you every day for 10 years, and I always had hoped that you finished Stanford, got successful and married a beautiful blonde and had this perfect life." I watch as she smirks to herself, "I mean, you and Dean are very successful with hunting and are saving people's lives every day, which I'm sure the world is thankful."

"I should've stayed, and we should've pushed through, no matter how hard it got." I murmur, shaking my head once I realize what I just said. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

"Stop apologizing, Sammy." My eyes light up and I grin at the woman in front of me, looking like an idiot. I haven't heard her call me that in years, and for some reason, it's making me feel invincible. Faith shakes her head, "I'm sure you guys are leaving soon anyways, so I shouldn't be distracting you with all of this nonsense."

"We leave tomorrow, and you're not distracting me. If anything, this is exactly what I needed." I admit to her. I notice goosebumps on her arms, "Do you want to go inside? You're getting cold." Faith nods, standing up out of the chair and leading me inside. I watch as she walks in front of me, her hips swaying from side to side. Once we get inside, I lock the door behind me. I look over to the clock and sigh, "I didn't realize how late it is. You probably have to be up early tomorrow."

Faith shakes her head, "It's Friday, Sam. I'm off on the weekend." She says, sticking her tongue out at me. "I noticed Dean let you drive his car, he probably gave you a curfew." She teases me, and I roll my eyes, laughing with her.

"Yeah, I don't know how he let me take it, but I'm glad he did." I clear my throat and look down at the brunette, "I should probably get going though, it's getting late and I don't want to keep you up." I tell her, moving closer to her.

Faith moves in to me and looks into my eyes, a small grin on her face as she analyzes my features. "You're not keeping me up, Sam." I move my hand to her neck and pull her closer to me, so our chests are touching. I feel my heart skip a beat as I look into her pale eyes. I lean forward and so does she, planting her lips onto mine. We stand there in each other's embrace, kissing passionately until she breaks away. "Stay the night with me." She asks quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

I smile, nodding before kissing her once more. As she deepens the kiss, I pick her up, so she can wrap her legs around my waist and I move to the living room, laying her down as we continue to kiss one another. Everything is piecing itself together again, and I never thought I'd say this, but I feel at home in the embrace of the woman I've missed every day for 10 years.