I'm not a saint, I'm more like a sinner.

I let out a groan, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I stir awake. I turn onto my back and notice that the bed is empty, and that I'm not in the motel with Dean. I shoot up from the bed and look around, not immediately recognizing the room I'm in until I hear music coming from downstairs, and a familiar voice singing along to the track. I grin to myself and get out of the bed, getting dressed into the clothes I wore here last night.

I check myself quickly in the mirror before finding the bathroom to freshen up. I walk down the long staircase and see Dean sitting on a stool at the island, watching as Faith is making breakfast. I chuckle at the sight and am surprised Dean's here. Faith notices me standing at the bottom of the staircase and flashes me a small smile, "Morning, sleeping beauty." She teases as she puts bacon and eggs onto the three plates. I watch as she turns around to grab some toast, setting them on a separate plate.

Dean turns around and shakes his head, laughing, "Must've had a tiresome night, Sammy." He says, teasing me. I feel my face heat up and I walk over to Faith, ignoring my brother.

"I called Dean this morning and invited him over for breakfast. I thought you guys would enjoy a good meal before you leave today." She said, a sad smile on her face as she hits a button on the coffee machine. "I hope that's okay."

I nod, not mad in the slightest. "Of course, I really appreciate it."

"We really appreciate it." Dean corrects me, standing up and grabbing a mug from the counter for his coffee. "I figure we eat and then get on the road?"

I look over to my brother, wishing he wasn't already thinking about leaving. "Y-yeah, that works." I say, not wanting to leave anytime soon.

Faith looks over to me, noticing the abrupt change in mood. She sets her hand on the small of my back and rubs slowly. "I hope I made enough food." She says, trying to lighten my mood. "I thought bacon and eggs were the easiest for you guys." I look down at her and can't help but smile. "Let's eat." I watch as Dean carries two mugs of coffee over to the table, one for him and one for myself. Faith grabs a glass of water and a cup of tea for herself, sitting down beside me and licking her lips at the food set up in front of us. "Shit, I forgot the butter."

I set my hand on her lap as she tries to get up, "Sit, I'll get it." I tell her, getting out of my seat and going to the counter to grab the butter dish, bringing it back to the table and setting it beside the toast. Faith grabs the bottle of ketchup and squirts some on her plate beside the bacon.

Dean takes a big bite of the eggs and looks like he's about to pass out, "These are the best eggs I've ever had in my life."

Faith chuckles, "Lots of grease and cheese. What can I say?"

"Your cooking skills have definitely improved since high-school." Dean tells her, and I roll my eyes, shaking my head at him before shooting him a glare. "What! She burnt rice before!"

"It was a one-time thing, Dean!" She tells him, defending herself and her poor cooking skills. "At least I know how to make rice!"

Dean stuffs his mouth with bacon and stares at her, shaking his head, "My skills don't involve cooking. They involve hunting, women, listening to excellent music and being very good looking. Not all of us can be perfect, okay?"

I can't help but feel at home with the bickering and having Faith at my side. Growing up, Faith and Dean would always fight. It was like they were the ones who were related. I recall one time in Grade 6, Faith throwing a rock at Dean's head for calling her Buck Tooth Bill before her braces. It's like we picked up right where we left off, no hard feelings, no awkward new beginnings.

After breakfast, I help Faith clean up the dishes from earlier. She doesn't say much, but I don't expect her to. I look over to her as she dries a plate, "I'm going to miss you." I admit, not wanting her to think this is easy for me.

She looks down at the plate and sets it on the drying rack. "I'll miss you too, but I know this is what you're supposed to do. I should probably stop being a baby about it." She says, finishing her sentence with a sad expression.

"I'll see you soon, I promise." I tell her, "I'll call you every night even. I'll call you as many times as you want me to." Faith looks over at me, a slight grin on her face. "I don't want to lose you again."

"Sammy, I'm packing up the car!" Dean calls out to me from the front door. I ignore him and put my focus back onto Faith.

She looks up at me, a worried expression on her face. She changes her stance and leans against the counter, "I don't know how this is going to work out, Sam. I wish I had the answers, and I wish it was possible, but I don't know if it is."

I shake my head, not wanting to give into her doubt. "It'll work if we want it to. We did it before, we can do it again. Clean slate." I tell her, wanting nothing more than to keep her in my life. "I'll come see you as often as I can, I'll call you every day. What do you need me to do?"

Faith runs a hand through her long, dark hair, and lets out a long sigh. "I'm not sure. I don't want to add to the stress of your life or add too much to your plate."

I move in front of her, reaching out and holding her face in my hand, my other hand resting on the crook of her neck. "We can make it work. We can just try, and if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out. I don't want to live with regret anymore, or wondering what you're doing, how you're doing." I admit. "I'm tired of having nightmares of you getting hurt because I don't know where or how you are."

She looks up to me, confusion in her eyes. "Sam..." she lets out a defeated breath, "I just want you to make the best choice for yourself. I don't know if I'm that choice."

I shake my head, not understanding why the mood has changed so much from last night. "Last night was incredible, Faith. It was the best night I've had in a very, very long time, and I felt like I was at home, like I belonged somewhere. I haven't felt that anywhere else, with anyone else. Just let me show you, please." I watch as a tear drips down her face and my eyebrows knit together, not understanding why she's so upset. "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head, moving her hand so she can wipe away her tears. "I just want you to be happy. I'm going to miss you."

"I'll call you tonight, and I'll see you as soon as I can. Please, let's just try this once more." I practically beg her.

Faith slightly nods, "Fine, but if you're too stressed, you need to let me know and we'll put everything on hold." She says, sounding somewhat defeated. I nod, moving closer to her and kissing her gently. She looks behind me and notices Dean, smiling. "I think Dean's ready." She says softly, signalling to my brother.

I turn around and see him standing there, leaning against the wall. "Let's go, you love sick baby." He calls out to me. Faith moves from behind me, walking over to Dean after grabbing the lasagna from the fridge. I watch as she hands him the large container and kisses his cheek.

"Here, Dean-O." She says, "There's lasagna and garlic bread in there. Enough to keep you full."

Dean smiles at her, pulling her into a hug, "Thanks, Faith." He looks up to me, "Sammy, we definitely have to visit more often!" he says, obviously talking about the food Faith's been giving him. I shake my head, chuckling as I reach for my jacket, shrugging it on. Dean gives Faith a pat on the shoulder, smiling at her. "Stay safe, eh? If you need anything, you call, got it?"

Faith chuckles, "Sounds good. Thanks, Dean. Drive safe."

He just nods and then looks up at me, "I'll meet you out there, Sammy." He says before leaving Faith and I alone at her front door.

She looks up to me, clearing her throat. "So, this is it."

I shake my head, "This isn't it. I'm just leaving for a bit, but I'll come back soon, I promise." Faith leans against the wall, giving me a small grin. "Are you off every weekend?"

She nods, "Yeah, my break is in a few weeks, so that'll be nice."

I raise an eyebrow, "Any plans?" she just shakes her head. Faith was never the person who planned on doing much with her vacation time. She was perfectly happy at home with a good book, or outside.

"Might go for a few hikes, swim a bit, but who knows. I'll find something to keep me occupied aside from all of the marking."

I nod, moving closer to her and kissing her gently, "I'll miss you, but I'll call you in a bit. Alright?" I tell her, pulling her into a tight hug.

She hugs me back and nods into my chest, "I'll miss you too. Make sure Dean drives safe, he has precious cargo." She says, a smirk on her face. I nod, kissing the top of her head, finding it almost impossible to leave. "I'll see you later, Sam." She tells me, watching me walk out of the house.

I get to the car and turn back to her, seeing her standing in the doorway, giving me a sad smile. I smile back at her before getting in the car and driving off.

"Yeah, we got here alright." I tell Faith as I lean on the baseboard of the bed. I find myself often wondering how life would be if I just stayed in Stanford and didn't go back to be a hunter. Would Faith and I still be together? Maybe she would've married me instead of Scott. We could've had our own family, our own home. With her, I fit in, I feel okay to be myself. I don't need to hide who I am to impress her or to make her happy. She just enjoys me for who I am. I shake my head, releasing myself from my thoughts, "What have you been up to today?"

I hear her turn down her TV, "Marking." She laughs, "Marking and sitting on my couch doing nothing. I guess there's no in between, you're either super productive or a couch potato." She teases. Faith lets out a yawn and I chuckle, knowing how tired she always is.

"Sounds like you need to sleep." I say with a smile plastered on my face. I hear her chuckle, probably shaking her head. "It's late and you have class tomorrow. I don't want to keep you up."

"An 8:30 class too. God, Monday's are the worst." She says lightly. "Well, you're probably right. I should get to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?"

I nod, "Of course. Sleep tight."

"You too, Sammy." And with that, our phone conversation ends. I rub my eyes and let out a yawn of my own before standing up and getting changed out of my clothes. I hear Dean come from the bathroom and heading towards the door of the motel. "Where are you going?"

Dean pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, a smirk on his face. "Chick from the diner wants to go for some drinks."

I roll my eyes as I pull down the comforter of the bed. "Jesus. Well, enjoy. I'm going to bed."

Dean laughs, "You're an old lady." He says before leaving me alone in the motel room. The second my head hits the pillow, I'm fast asleep.

I stir in the bed, groaning as I hear someone calling out my name. I sit up, seeing Jess. My eyebrows knit together, and I shake my head, not understanding how she's here. "J-Jess?" I get out of the bed, moving closer to her and going to touch her. I pull her into me, kissing her neck softly. "I love you, Jess. God knows how much I miss you, too." I break apart from her and shake my head, turning my back to the woman behind me, still confused.

"You freed me." I hear, and I spin back, noticing the voice has changed. I look at the man standing in front of me. "That's right, you know who I am."

"Lucifer."

He chuckles, "You are a hard one to find, Sam, harder than most humans. I don't suppose you'd tell me where you are?"

I glare at the man, "What do you want with me?"

"Thanks to you, I walk the Earth. I want to give you a gift. I want to give you everything."

"I don't want anything from you." I hiss at him, backing away from Lucifer.

"I'm so sorry, Sam, I really am, but Nick here is just an improvisation. Plan B. He can barely contain me without spontaneously combusting."

I narrow my gaze at him, shaking my head in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Why do you think you were in that chapel? You're the one, Sam, you're my vessel. My true vessel."

I shake my head in disbelief, not understanding anything. "No."

"Yes."

"No, that'll never happen!" I shout at the man, my anger getting the best of me.

"I'm sorry, but it will. I will find you, and when I do, you will let me in, I'm sure of it."

"You need my consent."

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, raising his eyebrow, "Of course, I'm an angel."

I clear my throat, "I'll kill myself before letting you in."

The man sighs, shaking his head, "I'll just bring you back." He looks over at me once more, staring into my soul, "Sam, my heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you've done, what you still must do. It is more than anyone could bear. If there was some other way... but there isn't. I'll never lie to you, I'll never trick you, but you will say yes to me."

"You're wrong."

Lucifer smirks, "I'm not. I think I know you better than you know yourself."

I shake my head, still in disbelief. "Why me?"

"Because it had to be you, Sam. It always had to be you." I look up from my shaking hands and the man is gone. I back into the wall, sliding down it and holding my head in my hands, knowing that life has just gotten a lot more complicated.