Sam held you quietly in his lap, not really paying attention to everyone else in Bobby's living room. Castiel and Ellen were having a drinking contest, which Dean was loudly cheering on while Jo stared dreamily at him. Bobby was neck deep in a pile of lore books, sifting through them to see if anything could help with taking down Lucifer tomorrow. You knew nothing could. It would be a miracle if you and Sam were still breathing the same air this time tomorrow. At least, according to Castiel.

"You're so beautiful."

Sam whispers, gently brushing your cheek and looking at you. That was all he really wanted to do. Look at his beautiful girl before he couldn't anymore. God, he didn't want to think about tomorrow. He didn't even want to do this. Sam couldn't live with himself if he lost you. He'd rather the whole world end because of Lucifer than watch you die in his arms. Sam's warm lips press against your cheek, staying there for a while.

"I love you. More than anything."