How could you go back to being friends when you two slept together?

Neither of you truly had an answer. You and Sam had been best friends since you were kids. Your father's had both been hunters, and because of that, he'd often get left with your dad for hunting trips and vise versa. You were his only constant other than Dean.

And even into adulthood, you were a constant. When he lost Jess? You were there. When he lost his father? You were there. The migraines and visions? You held him through it all... and maybe that's what drew him in.

Maybe that was the reason he'd been stupid enough to sleep with you.

But, now, here he was. Avoiding you at every cost. He needed you in his life. And he was afraid that what you two had done... it would ruin things. It would drive you away. So, he avoided talking about it.

But then memories haunted him... your scent... your face flushed pink... your messy hair... your soft gasps and moans... he couldn't forget. No matter how hard he tried.

And one night, months after you'd slept together, he spotted you through the motel room window, sitting out on the sidewalk... alone...