Sam woke up just as the sun was at it's highest peak. Opening his eyes to the light of day, he sat up. Laying on the wooden dock had done hell to his back, and what was worse was that they had slept there for so long. Judging by the sun's point in the sky, it was noon. He had just spent the night on a dock with his brother's girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend.

Grunting from the pain that flashed through his back, his bones already sore, he looked over to the above mentioned girl, seeing her sleeping in peace. Though he didn't want to disturb her, they really should get back to the motel. Dean was probably worried sick about the both of them. His large hand lightly grazed her arm, gently waking her. He watched as her emerald green eyes fluttered open, before slamming shut again as the light streamed into them.

Eyes still closed in attempt to block the sun, she sat up and held her hand over her eyes before opening them once more and letting out a yawn. She was surprisingly well rested, and it was a welcome relief. She didn't care if her back was going to hurt later. She had a long, dreamless sleep, and was glad for it.

"What time is it?" She asked, looking at her surroundings through squinted eyes. This place was entirely different in the light of day. It wasn't as quiet, but it was still peaceful. The only sound was the birds chirping. She wondered why this place was blocked off. There were no homes inside the fenced area, just this dock.

"Noon, I think." Sam answered as he stood, holding a hand out to her once he was on his feet. She took it gratefully and he helped her up. Both of them winced at the crack that sounded from her back. She was definitely going to be sore, but it was worth it to get a good night's sleep without any more drama from Dean.

"We should get back." He mentioned, looking at her. He figured she probably wasn't very keen on seeing Dean again so soon, but he had to be worried. He might not always show it, but he cared. Yet… despite being his brother, Sam honestly didn't have a clue why Dean would cheat on May. He knew that if he asked Dean directly, he wouldn't get an honest answer. That made him feel bad. He couldn't help May, or give her any answers.

"Alright." May replied without the slightest bit of hesitation. It surprised him. He thought she'd be grudging to see the guy that cheated on her only the night previous. She seem to notice his surprise, and shook her head.

"I'm not going to make things weird. Dean can be happy with Cassie…" She began to frown, Sam could see it, but she stopped herself, instead keeping a blank expression, "...and I'll continue to help you guys. Purely platonic. It'll be like we never even dated." She wished they hadn't. Maybe if they had just been friends and stayed friends, this wouldn't have hurt her so badly. But now she was over the pain. She knew you can't keep sobbing over a boy. She sucked all her negative emotions in and she sure as hell wasn't going to let them out.

"Alright." Sam spoke as they began walking back down the dock, "I don't think Dean will think of it that way." He muttered to himself.

They made their way back to the fence, first checking to make sure nobody would see them, before climbing back over to the other side. Sam led the way back to the motel, and they walked in silence. He thought May might need some time to prepare how she was going to deal with Dean, but she didn't. She figured it all out last night. How was she going to deal with Dean? By acting like they never even dated. Eventually, things will go back to the way they were before they started dating. She hoped so, anyway. It was really the only reasonable thing she could do.

May couldn't just leave the brothers alone. Whether they liked it or not, they needed her. She had information their father's book didn't have, and she was the only one that could patch them up without them going to the hospital. She couldn't abandon them just because she wrongly trusted one of them. She wasn't that kind of person.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the door. Sam hesitated, his hand on the doorknob, wondering if May would really be alright with this. She nodded at him, and he opened the door. They stepped in the room and Sam looked around for his brother, but he wasn't there. Now it was Sam's turn to be worried about Dean.

Seeing that Dean wasn't in the room, May let out a sigh of relief, before crashing on the bed, which reminded her of another problem. Ever since they started dating, Dean and her had shared a bed. They never did anything, though Dean would wake her with a kiss, they never did more than that. Not just because Sam was in the bed next to them, but because they simply hadn't. It never came up, which now strikes her as odd.

Then it hit her. Dean didn't want to sleep with her. The realization brought all her negative emotions back, and she struggled to keep them in, biting her lip in attempt to keep from crying out. All he did was kiss her, he never even tried to get her naked, yet one day with Cassie and they're both naked and on the couch. She wondered why he even bothered dating her. She wasn't going to leave them if they broke up like normal people.

"Dean can sleep on the floor tonight." Sam stated, having recognized that she had worried about their bed situation. She let out a small smile. Sam was such a sweetheart, even to his brother's ex-girlfriend. She thought of the fight Dean and Sam would get into over who had to sleep on the floor, the fight ending a rock-paper-scissors match that Sam would win.

Hours passed and the day had turned into night once again, and Dean still hadn't returned. Sam and May would sit and chat, or they would rest or play a card game. Sam's muscles were still killing him from last night, and just as he began to stretch, trying to ease the pain that was caused by sleeping on the wooden dock, the door burst open. In the doorway was Dean, clad in the same thing he was wearing, or rather, wasn't wearing, last time May saw him. His eyes were wide and he was panting and sweating.

"Where the hell have you been!?" He demanded, pushing Sam aside and stalking over to May, who had since sat up from the bed. She wanted so badly to snap at him, to yell at him for hurting her. How dare he ask that after he cheated on her? How dare he yell at her after he shoved his tongue into another woman's mouth? But no. She couldn't. Wouldn't. It would only bring back the pain, and she couldn't deal with that. Counting to three, she remained calm.

"I wandered. Fell asleep outside." She answered, her voice calm and her expressions blank. His eyes narrowed into a glare, and he growled.

"I've been searching this town all night and day for you!" He snapped, when a large hand appeared on his shoulder. Sam rested his hand on his brother, trying to calm him down. May remained unphased, but Dean drew back from her, closing his eyes in an attempt to relax. After feeling he had calmed down, Sam withdrew his hand.

"We were down at some dock. We fell asleep there." Sam told him. At this piece of information, Deans eyes lit up and he became absolutely furious. Once again, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You didn't bother to tell me?" He asked, his voice strained with anger. His eyes remained closed and he tried to settle down again, but he was still outraged.

"It's over now, Dean. Getting mad about it won't solve anything." Sam told him.

"The hell it won't!" Dean shouted, "I've been worried sick about you." He cried out, nearly pleading, looking at May with big eyes. She had to bite her lip again. She couldn't forgive him, nor could she forget. But she could pretend it never even happened in the first place. That was all she could do.

"Everything is fine." May responded, not letting him get to her. Something settled in to his mind, and he went blank. He realized what she was doing. Acting like it never happened. Like they never happened. His heart sank. She wasn't going to forgive him for this… but he'd be damned if he didn't get her back. He was still angry, but he didn't want to be angry at her, so he walked away, into the bathroom. He didn't say anything, no one did.

After a few seconds, the water began running, signalling that he had decided to take a shower. Sam shook his head. His brother always took a hot shower when he was angry like this. With a sigh, May looked at the time. It was past midnight, and all the anger made her tired.

"Turn around, will you? I need to change." May asked, walking over to her duffle bag of clothes, pulling out her flannel pajama pants and green tanktop. Sam nodded, muttering a 'sure' as he turned around and faced the window, giving her the privacy she needed to change.

Once she was finished changing, she let Sam know he could turn around. When he did, he saw her reaching into the closet, pulling out a large spare blanket and tossing it on the floor. She took the pillow Dean slept on from her bed and threw it next to the blanket. Sam couldn't help the grin that worked it's way onto his face when he saw her move her own pillow into the middle of the bed, before crawling in to it and laying sprawled out, purposefully hogging the entire bed. She was making it clear Dean was not wanted near her bed.

Deciding Dean could find his own way through the dark, Sam shut the blinds and turned out the lights, crawling into his own bed. It wasn't long before May fell asleep, but Sam was still awake, waiting for his brother's reaction to having to sleep on the floor. The water in the bathroom turned off, and a few minutes later, his brother emerged from the lightened room, wearing nothing but a pair of red pajama pants. He instantly spotted the pillow and blanket at his feet, and his eyes traveled to the bed he had laid in the night previous, only to see his girlfriend, he refused to think of her as an ex, sprawled out across the entire mattress. A clear sign she didn't want him there.

"Goddamnit." Dean cursed in a whisper, eliciting a hidden smile from Sam, before he laid down on the ground, pulling the scratchy blanket over him and mumbling something incoherent. Dean swore that he would get May to forgive him, no matter the cost. He just had to get her to talk about things, so that he could explain himself. But he knew she wasn't ready for that. He just wondered how long he would have to wait.

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