Sam's soul had finally been returned. Of course, he didn't remember anything of being soulless, and you and Dean didn't have the heart to tell him. He was being so sweet and happy and Sam, you could barely focus on anything else.

"D'you want my ice cream, baby?"

Sam asks, bundled up in one of Bobby's guest room beds, holding a half eaten bowl of vanilla ice cream.

"No, you finish it Sammy."

Sam snorts, eating more of it.

"You'd eat it if there were sprinkles."

You smile, nodding. He was right. Vanilla looked too boring by itself.

"So..I was in a coma?"

Sam asks, his hazel eyes so full of Sam when he looked at you. And so much love that had been gone.

"Yeah. For a while."

You lie…kind of. He had been in a coma since Dean put his soul back. Sam frowns, holding your hand.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish I had been there for you. I should've been awake for you."

Sam sighs, mixing up his ice cream into a shake-like substance.

"I'm gonna make it up to you. Every day for the rest of my life."

He pledges, kissing every one of your knuckles on the hand he was holding.