Sam's eyes darted away from Cherry as quickly as they had returned to her, the thought of being caught staring making his face heat up. He felt embarrassed. He felt guilty.

Cherry was sitting on the other side of the motel room, studying the clues they had so far about the creature they were hunting, but all he could think about was her, in a way he shouldn't. Honestly, Cherry had made his heart beat faster since the first time he saw her. They had met as children because both of their parents were hunters, she was Sam's first crush.

At the time, they hadn't spent more than a week together, but it was enough to spark something in his chest. Now, Cherry and Sam's paths crossed again during a hunt. She reappeared, bringing back all the feelings Sam had kept bottled up.

Cherry still made Sam blush like a stupid kid when she smiled at him. But in his defense, she was out of this world, as sweet as she was seductive, anyone would have ripped their heart out of their chest and given it to her without a second thought.

However, there was something that made him hesitant to get close to her. Everyone around him seemed to be getting hurt, so to protect her, he wasn't going to do anything about his crush, he thought it would pass... but then he had that dream, and now, whenever he closed his eyes, it was all he could imagine—Cherry naked and beneath him, on top of a mattress, bliss.

It felt wrong. It hadn't been his fault, not really, but it felt forbidden to be all he could imagine whenever he looked at her. The dream had fueled their crush into a deeper attraction, and what was worse was that Dean was spending the night in another motel room, mugged by a local bartender.

He was alone with Cherry the whole night.

Sam was kind of glad she was sitting across the room from him—he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from doing something stupid if she was right in front of him.

“So, uh—” he cleared his throat, feeling a little too hot. He needed to break the silence, it was suffocating him. “Find anything yet?”