"I think we should pay Andy a visit." Sam said, looking thoughtful.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Dean nodded as they entered the car, "Andy's definitely suspicious. But let's check it out tomorrow, alright? If he's not the killer, then his mom was just murdered. Let's give him the benefit of the doubt for now.

Sam blinked, "Um, yeah. I guess."

"Also… this gives you time to meet up with Lindsey."

"DEAN!"

Dean began to drive to the motel they'd seen earlier that day, a smirk evident on his features.

"Look, all I'm saying is, she obviously likes you. Well, more than she liked Andy, anyways. Just talk to her, alright? Maybe she knows something."

Dean knew his younger brother wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize their investigation, so he wasn't surprised when his brother grudgingly answered:

"Fine. Whatever."

Dean grinned and turned on the radio, unfortunately just as they found the motel. Aw, come on, this was one of his favourite songs! Why did it always have to come on just as they had to get out of the car?

Sam noticed his brother's expression and laughed, "You know, you can stay in the car if you want to."

"Shut up."

Dean parked the impala, and Sam got out of the car, "Come in when the song's done. I'll get us a room."

Dean grumbled his response, and his brother grinned, closing the door with a bang. He walked up to the front desk and handed the clerk his credit card, which was signed under 'Arthur Correlancer', in reference to a book series he enjoyed.

"Yeah, room for two."

"Okay! Now, will that be one or two beds?"

"Two. Two beds."

The clerk nodded and handed him his keys. Sam stepped back outside the motel, just as Dean's song finished. He was just getting out as Sam walked up to him.

"What's up?"

Sam handed him the keys to the motel room, and then leaned against the car.

"I'm taking the impala."

"What, why!?"

Sam exhaled, "It was your idea for me to meet with Lindsey in the first place. I need the car."

"Right," Dean beamed, "Just don't get any scratches on her alright? I swear to god if you bump her into anything… oh and take care of the impala too."

Sam glared at his brother and then stepped past him into the driver's seat, "I'll see you later, Dean."

"Yep. Have fun, Sammy."

He put the keys in the ignition and left Dean beaming in front of the motel. He just shook his head slightly and then began the drive to Lindsey's house.

He recalled when he had met her, the time being around two weeks prior. He'd met her at a bar, 'Hill's Brewery'. He didn't think much of the place. It was dingy and bland, and the people who drank there weren't all that different.

He sat at the bar, contemplating what he should order. There weren't many options, and the ones that were shown weren't too appealing. He sighed, deciding that he'd rather just have a beer from the fridge back at the motel; at least it would be a better atmosphere if anything.

He'd been just about to leave when he spotted her. God, she was gorgeous. She had flowing light brown hair, and these, god, these green eyes that made Sam feel like he was walking on air. He couldn't look away. You see, Sam felt he respected women, yet… he could just picture himself undressing her… he tried to clear his head and go talk to her.

He didn't get the chance to work up his courage, before she had strolled up to him, a sly smile on her lips.

"Hello," She breathed.

"H-hello."

"I'm Lindsey."

"Sam."

"Okay, so, Sam… I noticed you noticing me."

Sam cleared his throat, "Um, sorry."

"No! No, it's okay. You're new around here, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's right."

The bartender glanced over at them, "You two need any drinks?"

"Yeah," Lindsey responded, sitting down beside Sam at the bar, "Two margaritas, please."

Sam blinked in surprise at that but then smiled, "I can pay for those if you like."

"Why?"

"Um—"

"They're both for me." Lindsey grinned, "You should've spoken to the bartender while he was still here if you wanted something. Sorry, bud."

The bartender had stepped away from them to make the drinks, and Sam gaped at the woman in shock. Okay, beautiful and snarky. What a combination.

"You- you are just something."

"Oh my. I've never been called something before! You're so sweet, Sam, I'll definitely sleep with you now!"

"I didn't-"

"No, but I know how guys think. I'm not stupid." The bartender put the two margaritas in front of her and she smiled, picking one up and sipping on it.

"Still, you're cute." She said easily, "Well, a bit tall for my taste, I mean I'd rather not have to crane my neck to look up at the guy pinning me against the wall and fucking me senseless."

"Uhh—"

"Yeah, don't talk. After I finish these margaritas, we're going back to my place." Lindsey noticed the look on his face, and demanded, "What, a girl can't ask for what she wants? Okay fine, here we go: Oh, no sir, I don't like sex! But if you really insist I guess I could try it for the first time… Be gentle okay?" She held up a hand to her mouth and then looked up at him with mock innocence.

Sam just stared at her, eyes wide. He was speechless. He couldn't find any words to describe her. Well, forward was one of them. Still, it sounded like a good deal. Just a one-night thing.

She took a large swig of her margarita and stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Um, yeah. Sure. We can go back to your place then if- if you want." Sam smiled, and Lindsey slid over the second margarita.

"Okay, I lied, yeah this is for you. Still, wanted to be sure I wasn't just shooting in the dark. Well, now that we've established we're having sex later, let's talk."

Sam took the margarita and tasted it, "What about?"

"Hi, my name's Lindsey, I'm a law student, hm, what're you doing with your life, Mr. Sam?" She grinned.

"Oh! Right, I uh, well, I'm on a road trip. With- with my brother. So, you're a law student? I was actually pre-law."

"Nice," She finished off her margarita, "Why didn't you continue with it?"

Sam took a large gulp of his drink before answering. He wasn't too sure how he would respond, in all honesty.

"…Personal reasons."

"Okay. Got it. School's a touchy subject." Lindsey propped her elbow up on the counter and rested her head on it, "Now back to the subject of sex. You've been tested recently? I aint sleeping with ya' if you haven't been."

"I'm not carrying anything."

"Are you lying…?"

"I'd tell you if I was."

"Fine. But you're wearing a condom and pulling out as well." She stood up, and although Sam hadn't finished his margarita, she began to leave the bar.

She called behind her, "You coming?"

Sam stood up, and his chair made a grating sound. He left his drink and a wad of bills on the counter, bounding after her.

Needless to say, they had a good time after that.

Sam could hardly believe that she had actually been cheating on Andy with him. She never gave any indication that that was the case…

As he drove to her house, thoughts like that kept barraging on his mind, pounding at it. The car was silent, Sam having turned off the radio once he had begun driving, and he was entirely alone with his thoughts. But after a while, they began to drift away from Lindsey and back to the case.

Who was "back"?

Why did they kill Ms. Taylor?

And most importantly… what did it have to do with Sam?

A/N: What do you guys think of Lindsey? Anyway, see y'all next week!