The three of you were investigating a Catholic church after too many deaths had led to the same priest. Well, Sam and Dean were investigating. You were still learning how the hell to be a human. Sam watched you, his hazel eyes moving as you moved, looking around at everything, prodding at the candles, before finally stopping in the middle and looking up at the cross.

"One sec."

Sam murmurs to his brother, his hands sliding into his suit pockets as he saunters over to you.

"Pretty big place, huh?"

He asks, reaching out to scratch your back with his long fingers. He knew you weren't just admiring the architecture. You were still sad.

"Yeah. Really big."

You nod absentmindedly before turning your head to look up at him. Sam's eyes soften, his finger stroking just under your chin.

"Listen to me, honey."

Sam whispers.

"You were such a good angel. You were. It isn't your fault you fell, sweet girl."

"...I just don't know how to do this."

Your voice breaks at the end and Sam gently lifts you up with one arm, sitting you on his lap in an uncomfortable pew.

"That's why you don't have to do it alone. I'm here. Dean's here. Cas is here if you want him."

Sam murmurs, rocking you slowly.