(Extended) Author's note: A continuation, of sorts, from the previous scene. And since it has been pointed out to me that I may have rushed Sam and Shane into bed, let me attempt to explain as briefly as possible why. The tension and such were more…suggested rather than laid out in numerous chapters. In all honesty? All the tension that should have existed between the two, I just couldn't put into words. It drove me insane! So, instead, I inserted large periods of time lapsing between the first three chapters. It totals to about 4 months that they're on the road together. Plenty of time for URST. I know that wasn't the right thing to do, but I have so much planned out that it couldn't wait until my brain had a Shane/Sam epiphany. Perhaps later on, I'll post a few one-shots that fill in all the overlooked time my brain refused to acknowledge at this time. Anyway, on with the show.

Music Selections: 'I could get used to this' by The Veronicas, 'Invincible' by Crossfade, 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol, and 'Look out below' by Closure.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or previously mentioned songs.

Chapter 5: Shane, Sam, and…Resolved Issues

About 2 hours after Dean left the note:

Six times. That's how many times he made Shane come. That was Sam's first thought as he began to shake off the sleepiness that still had a grip on him. He then opened his eyes and blinked a few times. It was dark out.

Dean should have been back by now, Sam thought. Turning his head away from Shane, he looked at the time as well as saw the note on the nightstand.

Gently pulling his arm from beneath Shane, he rolled onto his side to collect the note. Shane stirred slightly but didn't wake up as Sam sat up and headed to the bathroom, gathering some fresh clothes as he went.

Shutting the door and flicking on the light, Sam leaned against the sink to read the note. He was seriously never going to hear the end of it, now that Dean knew.

Opening the note, it was short and to the point. 'Come to the diner across the street once you read this. And I'd just like to point out Sam, that you couldn't have chosen a better girl. -Dean.'

Folding the note back up and getting dressed, Sam headed out, leaving another note for Shane in case she woke up before he got back.

Shrugging on the jacket he brought along, Sam walked across the parking lot towards the small 24-hour diner across the street. Dean was sitting at a booth in the back when Sam walked through the door. Sam smiled slightly to the waitress on duty before heading to the booth Dean was sitting at, sipping from a coffee mug.

"Don't even say it." Sam said, slouching into the seat across from Dean.

"What?" Dean said, a mock-innocent expression on his face.

"I slept with Shane, alright? Dean, please don't make a big deal out of it." Sam said, a pleading expression on his face.

"Dude, don't worry. I'm not gonna rag on you about it. Shane's a decent girl. Woman. She'll keep you in line. She's the last of her kind." Dean said, taking another drag from his coffee.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam asked.

"The woman that will love you with every fiber of her being. Will do anything for you. Die for you, as evidence of yesterday's close call. You know…your other half, soul mate, whatever. You're not going to find another girl like her." Dean replied seriously, and beckoned for more coffee.

Sam also motioned for one.

"Wow, Dean. That was deep. I didn't know you had it in you." Sam said in a bemused tone, staring at his brother in shock.

"Shut up, Sam." Dean said, glaring at his brother. "We did not just have a chick flick moment."

"Yeah, got it." Sam said, thanking the waitress as she sat his coffee in front of him.

After she walked off, Sam asked, "So, what information did you get?"

"Nothing much, thankfully. Staked out the place all day. No more abnormal activity. I'm pretty sure it's all clear. Looks as if Shane's little stunt yesterday got the job done. We'll be moving out as soon as we find our next lead." Dean stated matter of factly.

Sipping on his coffee and staring out the window, Sam's thoughts drifted to Shane. He hoped she wasn't awake yet.

"Hey," Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of his brother's face, "I've got one more question pertaining to Shane."

"What, Dean?" Sam said, dreading the question.

"You used protection, didn't you?" Dean asked in a no-nonsense tone.

"Dean!" Sam said, exasperated. "Of course."

"I didn't know you bought any recently, Sam. It's not like you've been getting any." Dean replied with a shrug.

"I didn't have to." Sam said casually, awaiting his brother's reaction.

It was worth it. Dean began choking on the coffee he had just swallowed. Sam reached across the table and slapped his brother on the back a couple times.

"You alright?" Sam asked, his tone not entirely concerned. "I owe you one. Well, four to be exact."

Dean finally regained enough control over voice.

"Whoa. Too much information, Sammy boy. But I've got to say, I'm proud of you. And from the look of it, you had better start buying your own again. Now go on, get out of here. I'm giving you one more hour and then I'm coming back to get some sleep. Make it count." Dean said, shooing Sam away.

Sam got up and was about to turn toward the exit when Dean called out his name. Turning he waited for Dean's question.

"Sam! How was she? Any good?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam just rolled his eyes and continued towards the exit. Just as he was about to walk out, he heard Dean yell "Seriously! Sam!". Sam continued to ignore his older brother, walking out the door and back towards the beautiful woman that was hopefully still asleep in his bed. He had some wake-up ideas he wanted to try before the room was no longer theirs. And part of it involved a shower that used up all the hot water along with a wet, naked Shane writhing against him, screaming out his name as he made her come again. And again.

ooooaooo*oooxooozoo*ooonoo*ooowoooo

As he unlocked the door, he heard Shane stretching within. He opened the door, stepped inside and quickly shut it. There she was, stretching out like a sated kitten. He wanted her again.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Sam said, grinning.

"Uh, Sam? It's 11 PM. No morning about it." Shane replied, talking as if she were speaking to a toddler. She then reached down to the floor and picked up the dark blue t-shirt Sam had discarded earlier, pulling it over her head. After that, she got up and walked across the room to Sam, who was just staring at her transfixed.

Crooking her finger in a 'come hither' gesture, she motioned Sam closer, to lean his head down.

"I don't believe we were finished yet." Shane said authoritatively. She then frowned and looked around as if realizing something was out of place. "Where's Dean?"

"He's across the street at the diner. We have approximately 53 minutes until he comes back." Sam replied, glancing at the clock.

"Well, then we had better not waste it shall we?" Shane purred, grabbing the back of Sam's head and pulling him down to her tip-toe level. When their noses were touching, Shane whispered suggestively, "Wanna take a shower?"

"It's as if you read my mind." Sam said, kissing her lightly before leading her by the hand to the bathroom.

Sam had the feeling he should have told Dean to make it two as he kicked the door shut, pulling the shirt she was wearing up and over her head.

All Shane was thinking as Sam kissed his way down her body was:

I could get used to this.

ooovoooo*oooxoooozoo*oooeoooo*ooocooooo

A/N 2: I know, Dean was slightly out of character, but I just couldn't resist the whole "soul mate" conversation. And don't let me hear any of you saying I don't promote safe sex. Also, something that occurred to me as I was writing this chapter: I never mentioned Shane being able to read Sam's mind. That's because she can't. Remember that Season 2 episode "Simon Says" with Andy and his powers of persuasion not working on Sam? It's like that. So, until next time…