Sam noticed you'd been crying. He always did. You weren't used to being human or the tears, so you had no idea how to wipe the traces of sadness from your face. You'd been having such a hard time adjusting to losing your grace, and Sam tried so hard to be there for you, but sometimes he didn't know what to do. Mostly because you didn't even know what to do. All you knew is that you were hurting and nothing really helped but him.

"Hey, honey."

Sam murmurs softly, sitting next to you on the motel bed. You looked so small all bundled up in blankets. His fingers gently brush a tear from your cheek.

"Don't feel good again?"

Sam frowns, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as you shake your head. He sighs, wondering if you'd let him cuddle you. He'd never tried before, but you seemed to calm down more when he'd give you gentle touches.

"Do you trust me? Is it okay if I hold you?"

Sam whispers, his fingers brushing back your pretty hair. You nod immediately, unsure of what he meant but wanting him anyways. He nods, slipping his shoes off as he maneuvers himself into bed with you, his arms loosely wrapping around your torso. Sam rests his head on top of yours, gently rubbing up and down your side, not completely snuggling with you yet in case you were uncomfortable.

"You're okay. Just take slow breaths like we talked about. Everything's gonna be okay."