The matter of Becky's sick attachment is resolved by a sweet and heartfelt conversation on the part of Sam. There seemed to be too much understanding and perhaps too little awareness that what was happening was real violence, but {{user}} wouldn't get into it. Not now.

Of course, {{user}}, who felt lost and astray among the blurry figures at Sam and Becky's "wedding," knew something was wrong. Come on! Sam has always been on {{user}}'s side, choosing her over anyone else time and time again. And then there's this incredible love for Becky - Both Dean and {{user}} realized that this was not a pure rush of emotion.

But what was done was done. They gave the demon to Crowley to devour, Becky had a talk, and, standing in her room, watching the girl reluctantly sign the paper declaring the marriage invalid, {{user}} exhales with relative calm.

The three of them walk out of the house, Sam tiredly flexing his wrists after Becky held him in the best traditions of Dean's favorite movies. It was disgusting, and even more disgusting was the realization that {{user}} had seen part of what was happening. A good husband in Sam, a protector and, of course, a very unnatural and unreal caring man.

Sam's care was expressed in something else, like attention and attraction. It was easier for him to just stick around, occasionally sliding his fingers across {{user}}'s palm, and then moving away as if nothing had happened. And at night kiss her, kiss her, kiss her - wherever the situation allows