Stars exploded in front of his eyes as his head hit the building and after that he knew he was fucked. At this point he was just shoving at her to get her off him, managing to get enough momentum that he was pushing her back into the hood of the Impala, adding another crack to the already numerous ones in the windshield, and it was that sound that snapped him out of it enough to realize what he was doing.

Faith wasn't the person he wanted to be taking this out on. Faith wasn't the person he should be taking this out on.

His legs gave out and he sunk down to the sidewalk in front of the motel room, every inch of his body throbbing while one hand covered his face, trying to keep himself from cracking.

"Goddamnit, Sam."