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comforting kisses- Sam

Sam:

"It doesn't really matter anymore (y/n)." Sam said, trying desperately to walk away from the conversation he brought up. 

"No Sam, it does matter. Tell me what's bothering you." You gave a soft demand. Stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to look at you. He looked nervous, almost as if he was scared to say something. 

He grabbed your hand in his larger one tugging you into his room. A soon as the door closed he wrapped his arms around you. Your head was pressed tightly to his chest. You could practically feel his heartbeat against your cheek. 

You suddenly felt him start to shake, hearing him cry softly. You kept your arms tight around him, rubbing up and down his back. He pulled back from you, and reached up to wipe his tears away. You took a hold of his wrist, pulling it back to your waist. Then you lifted your hand to his face rubbing the tears away gently, letting your hand rest against his cheek. His sweet puppy dog eyes gazed down at you, glassy with tears. 

Your heart broke at his defeated expression. "I can't save him (y/n). Dean won't let me save him... what am I supposed to do? He's my brother..." he cried to you.  Your eyes softened more if that was possible. 

"Oh Sam... yes you can. You're not alone in this. We will find a way. We always do." You tried to comfort your boyfriend. You let your hands drop from his face, to his shoulders gently letting them slide down his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, tightly clenching his jaw as he let his head hang. 

"What if we can't this time? We can't even find him. We don't even know if Michael has already killed him." He cried to you. 

This time your eyes screwed shut, and you drew in a sharp breath. "Dean is strong Sam. He's alive, he wouldn't stop fighting, he won't give up. It's ok, he'll be ok." You said before winding your arms around him under his flannel. He was warm as you held him, and he placed his big hands on your warm cheeks. 

Pulling you close to him he presses his lips to yours. Your hands ran up and down his back comfortingly as your lips moved against his. 
You could taste his tears, and it broke your heart. 

His hands tangled in your hair and yours tightly gripped the fabric of his shirt. You pulled away partially, letting your lips still brush his. 

"Sam... we're all gonna be ok." You promised before pressing up on your toes and kissing him once again. Your hands moved from around him up his chest and weaved into his soft locks. His hands moved down to wrap around your back pulling you closer. 

"I love you (y/n)." He said in between kisses. "I love you too Sam."