Y is for Yin
So he wasn't perfect. I didn't care. We sat on the riverbed, with our feet in the water, just enjoying one another's company, and it gave me a lot of time to sort out the whirlwind that had gone down over the past couple of days. Not that I would change it if I could. No way. Because Sam and I were in love. And were going to spend the rest of our lives together, even if I had to sell my soul to the stupid Yellow Eyed Demon to make it so.
So, Sam wasn't exactly perfect. He wasn't the portrait of a flawless man. At least, not the standard portrait of perfection. But to me? He was. People wouldn't consider him the 'ideal' man. But people were stupid. Sam had a heart of gold. And an amazing, kind soul. He cried at chick flicks and wrote poetry when he was in love. He fantasized about weddings and celebrating anniversaries. He was gentle and adored children. Wanted enough to start his own soccer team. I wasn't sure where we were getting all those kids, though, because I certainly wasn't having all of them.
I sighed and looked back toward the campsite. I felt horrible for Chloe and Dean, because they…really loved each other, and they were both too stubborn to admit it. Chloe was a good person. She deserved to be with Dean, because he certainly made her happier than anyone else in her life had. She sighed. If there was ever a time where she wished she had the answer for everything, that was it. She looked at Sam, and put her hand on his. "Sam, have I ever told you that you're my one sanity on this planet?" I asked, and when he turned his head to look at me, the smile on his face made it…go away.
"No, but I'm glad to know. You're mine, too, Rhys," he kissed me on the cheek and held me close. It was kind of odd how everything had changed, but nothing had changed at the same time. Sam Winchester was not completely perfect. But that's definitely fine with me, because I loved him exactly as he was.