Sam Winchester sat propped up on his elbow, looking at the woman who lied next to him. Her tan skin was set aglow by the moonlight streaming through the open window as her brown hair pooled around her like a stream of chocolate. Her deep brown eyes that showed strength, courage, and hurt were closed off from the world, her mouth set into a peaceful expression that you wouldn't normally find on her when she was awake.
Sometimes it was hard for Sam to see her act so emotionless in front of everyone else, everyone thought her invincible while he held her as she cried from the physical and emotional pain. It was hard for him to love her when he knew she'd never say it back. It was impossible for her. Still he wouldn't trade her for anything.
She stirred quietly in her sleep, snuggling closer to Sam and warmth as her eyes fluttered open to look at him. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice groggy with sleep "Nothing, go back to bed." He answered back softly. Accepting that answer she easily fell back to sleep with Sam's arm now wrapped around her.
When her breaths evened out and her arm wrapped around his waist fell limp he kissed her on the temple and whispered into the air "I love you." To the silent form of Faith Lehane.