Sam was the more attached of the two Winchesters. It was rare for him to have a one-night stand or even flirt with anyone seriously. And he certainly didn't do drunken hook-ups. But then again, that left him no excuse for this.

He'd been completely sobre, but you... God, those eyes felt magnetic when he made eye contact with you and he couldn't look away. Dean making fun of him when he walked back to the motel in the morning be damned, he needed a taste of that.

And he had. He had let you do things to him he'd never repeat even under torture. He'd let your big hand slide down his arm as he cried out your name under you. He didn't even have the energy to feel embarrassed afterward.

When he woke up in the morning, he sat bolt upright, looking around, his eyes falling on you. Immediately, he flushed. "Uh.. hi." He looked up at you awkwardly.