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"So…" Lizzy starts as she walks next to Dean back from the diner. She grabs his hand as they take their time, unsure of what they'll find back at the motel. A sad, depressed, and alone Sam, or a fighting couple of confused individuals, or who knows what else. "What do you want to do with our day… besides call Cass a million times?" She does still want answers after all they've been through and her angel owes her an explanation.

"Well, if I had my way we'd be using that wide open, empty room of ours properly." He looks down at her and makes his intentions clear as day with a quick little raise of his eyebrows and the same boyish, mischievous look that makes her weak in the knees every time she sees it.

"I think we should see how Sam's doing first," Lizzy points out, her worry for the man still trumping her out of control need to jump Dean's male bones. "Don't want him to be alone if Rina bounced."

"Yeah, poor kid," Dean answers while looking down at the road below his feet. They walk into the lot and from across it they can see the VW sitting in its spot, unmoved.

"She's still here," Lizzy smiles and relaxes a bit.

"That's got to be a good sign, right?" Dean asks hopefully.

"Oh, definitely," she tells him with a little skip in her step as they get closer. Once at the door to the room Sam and Rina had stayed in, Dean raises a fist to knock but stops short.

"What?" Lizzy asks.

"I don't know," Dean lowers his arm. "It's just… really quiet."

Both letting curiosity kill them a bit, they lean an ear each to the door without saying another word and listen while holding their breath. Lizzy shrugs after a couple second, confused by the lack of noise.

"Maybe they left or someth…" Lizzy whispers but stops mid-sentence when they both hear Rina giggle a little. Wide eyes on each other as they freeze with surprise, neither could have guessed that this is where Sam and Rina would have taken things after the way she first reacted. They then hear her muffled voice say something, followed by Sam's voice speaking something they can't make out, and then Rina lets out a low, quiet moan.

"Nope," Dean says quietly as he walks away from the door instantly. "I've heard enough."

"I can't believe that's happening right now!" Lizzy quietly cheers as they back away from the door so that the very busy people inside can't hear them. "Your brother is good."

"Somehow," Dean grumps as he leans against the side of the Impala. "So what do we do now? Sam's fine and all but I'm not gonna wanna go in our room and do anything if I can hear my fucking brother… well… fucking on the other side of the wall."

"Yeah, that seems kinda wrong," Lizzy concurs, looking back at the motel room door. She silently cheers for Sam. He's needed this for a long time and she's starting to think Rina means a little more to him then she's previously thought. Maybe for once Sam will be able to let go of Lou a little more. As much as it hurt to think about it, she wants that for him. He'd be much happier in life if he could let her sister's hold on him go. She'll never want him to forget her Louie, but what her death has done to him is nothing good.

"It's very wrong," Dean lets her know for certain.

"Well, we could go re-up on supplies," she suggests with complete let down. She just wants sex, as always, but she can't seem to get it to work out for her right now. "Low on rock salt and we're down a couple iron crowbars."

"Yeah, I think I lost one of our holy water flasks a few weeks ago too," Dean says in a down tone as he looks Lizzy over. In her excitement with the promise of solutions that morning she forwent makeup and threw her hair in a messy, fiery red ponytail. She only has on her most worn in and holey jeans with her old UMASS sweatshirt. This is what she'd consider a sloppy day for herself but God damn it if she didn't look just awesome and completely fuckable to him anyways. He always liked her without makeup best, her natural beauty on full display for the world as if taunting other women with what she's been blessed with. The wide-cut neck of her sweatshirt is exposing her smooth shoulders, the dark patterns on her left arm just peeking out the top edge and looking for him to run his tongue down. And that ponytail… it was just begging to get yanked on as he fucked her from behind. She loved that. Picturing it in his mind's eye he recalls just how much he loves that too. And it all has to wait. "Fuck," he complains while pushing off the car and taking his keys out of his pocket.

"What?" Lizzy wonders as he unlocks the passenger side door for her before heading to the driver's side himself.

"I want to fuck you is what," Dean gripes on his walk. "Just got the full toolbox back and I can't even use it."

"Baby, I already told you that the first chance I get you're in huge trouble," she emphasizes for him.

"I know," he tells her, unlocking his door. "Guess I just don't have much patience these days."

Lizzy laughs a bit and drops down into the car. Dean starts up the engine and pauses when he looks up at the motel door in front of him. "Since when does Sam get to hole up with a girl for a day instead of me?"

"You're looking a little green with envy there, Hot Shot," she smiles over to him.

"I am!" Dean wholeheartedly admits. "That's my thing, not his."

"Yeah, well, let him have his cake this time, huh?" Lizzy says with a happy tone. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean bitches as she backs out of the spot and leaves his brother to his fun. He'd never admit it through his jealousy but he's a bit proud of his Sammy. The kid's actually learning from his big brother. Nice.

Sam takes a few deep breaths as he feels Rina's hands once more pushing his too long hair out of his face. He slowly pries his lids open to get a good view of her underneath him. She's smiling softly, looking him in the eye with that same expression of caring she did when they'd met.

As he lowers her leg from his shoulder he kisses her again, this time not with lust or desperate need, but with true affection. He feels like their genuine connection might be a bit stronger than before and he welcomes it. As dumb as it is for him to start feeling this way right now, he couldn't care enough to ignore it.

"Ai fost minunat," she says to him in a gentile tone before kissing him once more.

"Yeah, I don't even care if you just called me an asshole," he tells her. "That just sounds amazing."

Rina laughs quietly. "I told you that you were wonderful."

"Yeah?" Sam smiles to her.

"Yeah," she nods and grins lovingly at him as she pulls him in with her arms around his neck until he's lying down next her. "You kind of are."

"I like you too," Sam huffs in a laugh, letting her know how much he's truly grown to like her himself.