A/N: Prompt from an anon; Samchel, getting lost while on a road trip. Well, I tried. XD Thanks!

"Are you sure we're going the right direction?"

Crinkling the map as he folded the part that wasn't relevant away, Sam sighed heavily under his breath. "Yes," he replied, for the twelfth time, not even bothering to look. Instead, glancing outside the windshield before sweeping his attention to his girlfriend, he smiled. "We're good, okay?"

Rachel resettled on her seat, fingers flexing before curling back around the steering wheel. "You sure?" she led again, refusing to give in so easily, "Because this doesn't, with my recollection of what I'd studied earlier – and I promise you it was extensive – look too familiar."

Squinting, Sam folded the map, pushing it into the space between his seat and the door. "Even if it's not…" he led, turning his head to smile at her, "It's not like we're on a deadline, right?

"Because, in fact," he continued, dropping his hand, fingers trailing up Rachel's thigh and catching on the hem of her skirt, making her breath catch, "Isn't this part of the fun of being on a road trip?"

Rachel breathed in deeply. "Fooling around in rest stops?" she asked, barely glancing at him.

"That's part of it," Sam grinned, pushing his palm more solidly into her thigh, "But not all. Promise."

Her throat vibrating, Rachel flitted her eyes towards him, then back at the road. Her thighs shifted farther apart. "I… See," she smiled faintly, eyebrows still creasing near her nose, "But, Sam, really, even if you think getting lost is romantic somehow, none of these signs seem too familiar, and I can't… I'm not comfortable at all."

Shifting forward, Sam bothered to peer in front of them. "…Wait," he breathed, frowning, "Wait, you're right." His eyes widened. "When did we get onto Highway 99?" His fingers dragged along Rachel's knee.

Rachel's laugh was part humor and part censure at herself. "I told you," she groaned, settling into her seat to get ready for the next exit, "That I wouldn't be able to concentrate with you shirtless and devastatingly handsome!" Poking her finger at him, turning her attention away from the road, she grinned at him.

Sam raised his hands, pushing his palm into her finger. "Yeah," he smirked, lips curling up, bumping his arm into hers, "What say you find the nearest exit or rest stop? I'm feelin' some pent up 'handsome' energy needing to meet your 'beautiful' energy."

Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, Rachel laughed breathily. "You're only saying that because we have tinted windows," she teased.

"So?"

"So…" Rachel smirked, perking up as the rest stop sign appeared, slowing down appropriately, "Something tells me, Mr. Evans, that you want to use that knowledge in some way related to our backseat so wonderfully equipped with being able to be turned into a full size bed…"

Sam grinned. "Well, Miss Berry," he answered, rubbing his thumb over her knee and thigh again, green eyes darkening as they met hers, lips quirking up, "I'd say you're onto something there."