"Are you ready to go?" Sam asked as he grabbed the keys to the Impala.

"I thought we were going for a walk, not a drive." I slid my boots onto my feet.

"I changed my mind."

Sam opened the door to the hotel, and went to the parking lot, not waiting for me. I got up and raced after him. He was already seated inside the car when I got to the parking lot.

I ducked into the car and clicked on my seatbelt. Sam started the car and began driving without a word.

We started slowing, and soon we came to a halt. Sam shut off the car and turned to me. He looked deep into my eyes, which made me uncomfortable.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing?" I said aggressively.

"I don't know how to phrase what I'm about to say." he continued staring.

"Well, do you think you can look somewhere else while you think?"

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He remained in that position for about five minutes, and then turned to me.

"How much, if anything at all, do you remember before your memories were taken?" his gaze intensified after the question hung in the air.

"I remember how to do things like tie my shoes and shit. Is that what you mean?"

"No, I figured you knew how to do those things. I meant, what do you remember about us."

"I don't remember anything."

Sam let out a large sigh, and avoided my eyes.

"OK, what aren't you telling me?" I was beginning to grow frustrated.

"Before you got your memories wiped, we used to go out." he finally spat out.

"Like, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Well I know why I like you, but how could you like me?" Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Sam chuckled a little and shook his head. He thought it was obvious as to why he would date me, but I had no clue. It's not like I hated myself. I just didn't think anyone would want to date me. I'm rude and swear a lot and I'm not unique in any way, shape, or form.

"Because I do." he smiled genuinely, for the first time.

"But I'm nothing special."

My heart raced because I knew what was going to happen next. Apparently, I was very good at predicting people.

Sam grabbed my face and brought it closer to his. He stared into my eyes and, this time, it didn't make me uncomfortable.

"I'm going to convince you that you're special to me." his voice was deep with lust and desire.

Our lips collided sloppily. My mouth and his danced together, our panting breaths becoming music. I opened my mouth, and soon tongues were added to the mix. He gripped the my hair at the back of my head as the kiss became more intense.

Before I knew it, his hands were on the bottom hem of my shirt and he was pulling it over my head. I ripped his shirt opened as fast as the buttons would allow me. I then pulled his undershirt off, and my fingers traced the outline of his abs and chest that I had admired earlier.

We crawled our way into the backseat and he slid my leggings and boots off, leaving me in my bra and panties. He kissed and sucked at my neck, and I knew there would be hickeys there. He continued to kiss down my body, until he reached my thighs. His face rested in between them, and he looked up at me, a devilish smile creeping onto his face.

I gasped as his tongue stroked me through the fabric. He pushed my underwear off my legs, and continued his assault on my vagina. I struggled to grasp onto anything I could find as my hips bucked violently against his face. He snaked back up to me, and I groaned at the loss of touch.

He pulled me into another kiss as his hand made its way up to my wet core. His fingers pulled and stroked my clit, and I loudly moaned into his lips. Two fingers smashed into my vagina, and I released an animalistic sound. The fingers curled upward and stroked my inner walls. My legs were uncontrollably shaking as I felt myself close to my release. Sam must've known I was close, too, and pulled his hand away from me.

I whined and pulled his head down so we could kiss again. I palmed his erection through his jeans, and realized how painfully hard it was. I took off his belt and he readjusted himself so he could pull his pants down. His cock was more noticeable through only the boxers. I slid those down as well. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, leaving us both naked.

I gripped his length and stroked it slowly. He let out a rumble of approvable that came from deep within his chest. He started thrusting into my hand and I felt his cock twitch, telling me he was close. I let go, teasing him in the same way he teased me. He roughly kissed my chest and collarbone, until we both couldn't stand the urge to release anymore.

He opened my legs and pulled my closer to him. He drove his length into me with one hard thrust and I screamed out his name. Sam started moving at a painfully slow pace.

"Fuck me already, Winchester!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He smirked and picked up the pace in no time. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with our panting, was all I could hear. Sam started really pounding into me, and that's how I could tell he was close. Without warning, my groan turned into a shout as my orgasm ripped through me. My walls clenched around Sam's cock, and with each thrust it pulled at him. With two more shoves, Sam was coming inside of me while releasing a guttural cry.

He pulled out of me and we slumped into the back seat, and slowly pulled our clothes back on.

"Dean's going to kill us."