Sam shot up in bed. Yet again another nightmare. They had been hitting him hard since Micheal had killed all the hunters from the other world. You sat up and softly wrapped him in a hug. "It's ok my teddy bear," you whispered using your nickname for him, "it's ok. It was a bad dream. You're safe. I got you,". He laid his head against yours as he calmed down, "Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked.
He nodded and went on to tell that in this one Micheal had killed you. You listened closely. Running your hand softly through his hair to show him you were there and you were ok. After he finished talking about the dream you two just sat there. You would kiss his cheek every now and then as you softly rubbed his back. You suddenly heard his stomach growl. "How about I make us some breakfast?" you said. He nodded. You got up and walked over to him taking his hand as you both headed to the kitchen. You made his favorite. Your famous french toast and turkey bacon. You two ate in peace. Just as you finished cleaning up the kitchen and turned to Sam he embraced you in one of his secure, warm hugs.
"I love you so much Y/N," he said, "thank you for always being there for me,". You smiled and looked up at him.
"Anything for my teddy bear,".