Sam had his arm gently around your waist as you watched the pyre smoke into the night sky. All the zombies of Sioux Falls had finally turned, leaving the three of you no choice but to kill them. For good this time. Bobby looked miserable though, having just killed his wife Karen again. Sam wanted to show you affection so badly, but was holding back for Bobby's sake. He knew it would've pissed him off to no end if you had died and Dean had showed up with some chick draped all over him. So he reserved himself to soft strokes to your side, the occasional whisper of a kiss, and a couple hair brushes.

"I feel so bad for him."

You finally whisper, seeing Dean talking to Bobby a ways away. Sam hums, frowning a bit as he looks at Bobby too. Even in the darkness you could see the sadness and self-hatred etched onto his older features.

"I know, honey. Me too."

Sam finally gives up, wrapping both muscular arms around you and pulling you backwards into his chest.

"I know, sweetheart."

He whispers, his chin resting on your head as he rocks you slowly.