A throbbing in your head brings you out of what felt like a three year coma.

You groggily open your eyes, against the harsh sunrise streaming in through the cheap linen curtains of the motel you were staying at.

You were at a motel, you realize. You were with Dean...you think.

Before you could piece together the details, you turn your head to see Dean in the same bed next to you. In only his briefs.

Your heart stops for a moment. You look down, gripping the covers- you were naked, too.

Slowly, images from last night start reappear in your head. A rather tough hunt, where the civilians and yourselves barely made it out alive. A stop to the liquor store. Tequila. That explains a lot.

Everything gets foggier, but clips of conversations about each other play in your head. Passionate confessions and past regrets.

You and Dean have been best friends for damn near seven years, meeting him pretty early on his hunting 'career'. You've been there for each other through the worst of it, when no one else was. Phone calls when they went on separate hunts, consoling each other when something goes wrong, celebrating good times together...And maybe you carried a torch for him, but it didn't matter. The hunter's life never really invites a lot of romance or chemistry. Hunters are practically only good for one-night stands.

Conflict stunted your thinking. What could you do? Stay, and wait for him to wake up. Grab breakfast, and pretend like nothing happened. Drink the rest of the tequila. No, you stop yourself.

What would become of your friendship? Was this whole thing ruined? You couldn't think like that. Dean has only had a few stable women in his life, and even they have been short term compared to most. Were you just another outlet for him? Does he feel for you the way you feel for him?

Did you guys use protection?

That was a whole separate headache. Embarrassment now takes over, wondering what exactly was said and done.

Just then, Dean starts to stir slightly. Time for thinking is done.