You were gathering laundry from the boys' rooms when you saw that Sam's door was cracked opened a bit. You were gonna knock, but then you heard him sniffle. You sat your basket down and slowly walked in. "Sam?" you called softly walking over to the side of the bed he was sitting on. He looked up at you and you could tell he had been crying. You sat beside him and cupped his face in your hands wiping the stray tears away. You didn't ask what was wrong.
The life of a hunter was hard, and even you had moments when you needed to cry to let it all out. He looked at you. His hazel eyes sad, but thankful. He ducked his head down and kissed the palms of your hands. You pulled him into your arms and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand through his long, brown hair and kissed the top of his head. He eventually wrapped his arms around your waist as he relaxed into you. You ran your hand up and down his back earning a relaxed sigh. You sat like that and just held your hunter. Protecting him and helping him just like he has for you so many times.