Sam and I stumbled into the hotel, laughing and tripping over each other's legs and feet. Dean was sitting at the small table that was in the room, with his arms crossed and wearing his signature "bitch face".
"You had sex, didn't you?" Dean asked, taking a swig of his beer.
Sam and I glanced at each other, and almost started laughing.
"You had sex in my fucking car, didn't you?"
Sam and I lost it completely. We were acting like two teenage girls.
"You two make me sick." Dean shook his head and downed the rest of his beer.
Sam and I collapsed on the bed and he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head, and I nestled into his chest, inhaling his scent.
All of a sudden, it felt like a truck hit me. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over on the ground and gasping for breath. Everything was in slow motion. All of the sounds in the room were distant, and everything flickered with each of my heartbeats. Everything went black and I awoke on the bed.
I didn't have much time to relax as a million images flashed through my mind. When the ordeal was over, the bed was soaked with my sweat and Sam and Dean were staring at me, concerned.
Sam rushed over to me.
"Are you OK? What the hell just happened?" he embraced me tightly.
"I think I just got my memories back."