She saw the two of them together - Dean and Sam. It was easy to tell how they were different. One had the flirty smile and a way with the ladies. The other had a quiet sensitivity and a soft heart.
She grew to love Sam quickly when they started dating. His gentle ways and how he cared about others just made her heart melt.
She liked to stretch up to give him a kiss, pressing their bodies together because of the height difference. When he wrapped his arms around her, she felt safe, secure and loved.
He saw the world differently than most people. He had an insight that only came from long periods of thought and learning. He never pushed his ideas on others, he just offered them up as suggestions.
His eyes were ever so expressive. They spoke volumes, even when he couldn't. He had hurts and regrets that didn't heal quickly. He needed time - time with someone to take care of him - to heal his wounds.
In his heart there was a promise that he would never be unfaithful. He never had, even when bluntly tempted. He tended to shield his heart because once he gave it, it was wholly and forever.
She woke one morning, lying in his arms. She watched him sleep for a moment, wondering what he was dreaming about. His shaggy brown hair was hanging in his eyes. She brushed it aside, noticing how soft it was.
His face was so peaceful. His welcoming lips emitted a soft snore. When she woke him up with a kiss, his syes fluttered open.
"I love you," he said, and she never had to doubt that it was true.