After stopping at pet store to grab a couple of dog whistles, Sam and Raven decided to head back to the motel room, gather the necessary gear and grab a nap before heading back to the plant to implement their plan. The half an hour drive back from the edges of Montgomery County gave them time to work out the details of the herd and capture strategy.

Raven came up with the idea to record the dog whistle and play it on repeat over the plant's PA system. Conveniently, the whistle was silent so there was no reason to worry about unwanted attention. Once the gremlin annoyance recording was in place, the gremlins would look to escape from it. Luckily, there was a small service door along the northern side of the building that was a perfect "chute" to wrangle their prey through. Should be a simple job but if Raven had learned anything when it came to hunting with the Winchesters, nothing was ever simple.

Sam would rarely suggest a nap before a hunt but Raven had yawned every few minutes since they had left the plant. He felt badly for her but he also needed her sharp. If something went wrong, Sam needed to know she could cover his ass.

Raven didn't object in the least to the idea of a nap. She'd been sorta fuzzy all day. She still had not mentioned the incident in the shower to Sam… and she felt terribly about it. Lying to Sam just felt completely wrong. It felt almost as bad as lying to herself and she was becoming accomplished at that. She decided to talk to Sam when they lay down to sleep.

She stood to take her turn in the bathroom and the room spun. All she could see was the floor, coming fast.

When Raven stood, Sam glanced up in time to watch her legs collapse. He grabbed blindly and caught her arm just before she crashed into the carpet. When he flipped her over, there was blood gushing from her nose.

Raven woke in Sam's arms. He was wiping her face with the tail of his shirt. What the hell was going on?

"Did I pass out again?" Raven quietly asked.

Sam sighed with relief and nodded. "I caught you right before you face planted. How are you feeling?"

She sat up and felt no headache this time. There wasn't even the slightest bit of dizziness.

"I feel fine, Sam," He gave her the "yeah right" look, "Seriously. There's not even a headache."

"This is getting out of hand, Raven. We have to talk about this." Sam looked so concerned, it made her heart ache.

She sighed. It was time to come clean about this morning.

"Sam, this happened in the shower this morning as well. I felt a rush of dizziness and pain then lost consciousness. I couldn't have been out for very long and woke feeling alright. I am just as concerned as you are but I don't think this is medical. I have the same sensation as when I was having nightmares but while I am awake. It almost feels like my brain is overloading." Shaking her head slightly to try and realign the synapses, she looked up at Sam. His eyes were warm and scared. The emotion in them was fathomless.

Raven couldn't help herself. She threw her arms around him and rubbed his back gently, trying her damndest to soothe the tension out of his shoulders. She could feel the worry seeping out of his pores and it was debilitating. Drawing back, she saw his worry subside and the confusion take hold. Wow, she thought, where in the hell is all this coming from?

The bed was already warm when she came out of the bathroom to join Sam. She felt peaceful for the first time in a while lying in his arms. Sam has opted to sleep without a shirt and his silky skin was comforting against her cheek.

She sighed loudly and Sam asked, "You ok?"

"Yeah," she replied, "Just feeling really content. I haven't felt this way in a really long time. I was enjoying the sensation."

She felt Sam chuckle, "Me too. Dean is my brother and all but it's nice to be away from him sometimes. Being on the road with him is like being in a really bad marriage that I didn't want and can't get out of."

Raven's laughter tinkled through the room. She understood completely. If she had to be cooped up with her brothers like the Winchesters were, she would have murdered them ages ago. The idea made her giggle even louder.

She glanced up at Sam, just to see his smile and was not disappointed. He was beaming like a ray of sunshine just for her. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and commented, "I love the sound of your laugh."

Sam may have been smiling but his eyes were smoldering with another emotion. Raven felt it deep in her belly and it was growing. Sam's face was so amazing. His jaw line and cheek bones were so manly with smooth skin to soften them and full lips begging to be kissed.

He caught the electricity flowing between them and held his breath. Apparently the emotions flowing between them weren't as resolved as he had believed. He parted his lips in anticipation.

She was gazing into his blazing eyes unsure what to do. Something had ignited between them and Raven was being swept out with the tide. When Sam parted his lips, the muscles in the pit of her stomach clenched and she launched herself at him, covering those lips with her own.

Sam was caught completely off guard when Raven kissed him with such intensity. There was no doubt he wanted her but this was so unexpected. He tried not to think too hard about what this meant and enjoyed the sensation of her soft tongue exploring his mouth and her hands fisted in his hair.