Sam had been reading the book Church had handed over for about an hour now. He was fascinated by the whole story, all the details that had been kept by each generation. He was trying to read through it as quickly as he could, but it was going to take more time. And time was a precious thing they might not really have as there was no telling when this demon would come for Church. It would be soon, that was all that seemed apparent.

Sam stopped reading, rubbed his eyes, starting to think about the story he'd heard and now what he'd been reading.

He was lost in thought when the knob turned and Church walked back in through the door.

Looking up towards the door, Sam noticed that she had the telltale slightly red rimmed eye look from crying and her cheeks were a little splotchy from wiping away at tears.

"Church…" he began to say.

"Sorry about running out before on you guys." She cut him off, walked over to the bed, sat down, and looked over at him.

Sam couldn't believe that after everything, she was apologizing for running out after her revelation. "Don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for. I probably would have taken off for a minute too."

"It's just that this legacy, it-it gets harder to bear each year. It's worse now that I know I'm the last one." Church looked past Sam and to the book on the table before him. "Have you found anything in there?"

"Yeah, um… I haven't had a chance to really read through it all yet." He didn't want to bring her false hope, but if it gave her even the slightest bit of will to continue to fight then maybe he should. "There's a few things I want to look further into, and I want to finish reading it before I say whether any of it might be useful to us or not."

Church didn't reply, just nodded her head, and then started to bite on one of her nails.

Sam wasn't sure what he should do, but he knew he had to comfort her this time as she appeared a little defeated. There were plenty of questions he wanted to ask her, but now wasn't the time. She obviously needed someone to be there for her right now. He got up, walked over to the bed, and sat down beside her.

"Sam, if you can't help me then by all means just say it." Church tried to be strong as she said the words. She didn't want to break down again, it would solve nothing.

Sam was caught off guard, she was stronger than she wanted to believe, and he could see it. "I… look, I don't know if we can or we can't yet." He put a hand on her knee as a small gesture of reassurance. "But whatever it takes, we'll try to find a way to get you out of this, Church. There has to be something that will help you out."

She looked at him, her eyes getting just a tad misty. "Thank you. "

"Don't mention it. It's what we do. It's what you do too." He gave her a small smile, hoping it would cheer her up.

But that's when she folded, burying her face in his chest, and softly began to sob again since she was unable to keep back the tears any longer. "I-I… I don't want to go to hell, Sam," her words came out through her tears and sniffling, strained and full of pain. "Don't want to have to die because Ronove made someone promise souls that weren't theirs to promise."

Sam wrapped his arms around her tightly. He felt oddly connected to her right then as he knew what she was feeling. He'd watched his brother go through something so similar to this before, and he had sort of gone through it himself as well. "I won't let you, we won't let you."

Church cried just a little harder at his words. She knew they both saved people they barely knew most days, but this just felt different to her for some reason. "Sam…" she could barely speak through her sobbing.

Sam sat there holding her as she cried, wishing there was something more he could do for her, but there wasn't. All he could was hold on to her while she suffered through this, and then figure out a way to save not only her life, but her soul.

Church's crying quieted down, but didn't come to a complete stop. She peered up at Sam from inside his arms. "Sorry," she whispered.

He looked down at her. This close he now noticed her eyes were a deep brown flecked with yellow that stood out in contrast. Her eyes held his attention for a moment longer then he should have let them right then. "It's okay." He loosened his arms around her, and was then surprised to find she only clung to him a little tighter as he did it.

"Please don't let go yet, not yet. I… I feel safe here, with you, and I haven't felt that in awhile," she confessed. She had just seen how he looked at her. Interest had crossed his gaze for a brief second and then had disappeared.

"Sure, yeah, okay." Sam tightened his arms around her again. It did surprise him a bit that she'd said she felt safe with him, but he didn't care too much right then, he kind of liked having her in his arms. He'd been trying to hide and bury his attraction to her in spite of the situation, but it was getting difficult to keep ignoring it. It now seemed like in this moment that she had also been doing the same towards him.

They sat like that for a few minutes with nothing but silence between them as they both tried to think of what to say.

"Thanks," it came out quiet, clear.

"You're welcome."

"I mean it, Sam, you've been nothing but kind to me. The offer to help me out of this mess and now letting me cry on your shoulder. Thanks." Church moved slightly and gave Sam a light kiss on the cheek.

Smiling at her, he found it almost impossible to resist leaning in for another kiss at that moment. As much as he wanted to, he knew he shouldn't, so he held back the urge.

Church saw it in his eyes, how Sam wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure he should. She thought he probably figured it might mean he was taking advantage of the situation, but he wouldn't be.

And truth be told, she wanted to kiss him. She'd felt drawn to him from the moment they'd met at the diner and now here they were, close and alone. The timing was perfect even if it was all wrong to be thinking of doing anything of the sort with Sam when she had more important things to worry about. Ronove wasn't about to let her go.

But the way she saw it this was probably her last chance to really feel something, to feel something for someone else, with someone else. She leaned in and kissed him softly, then harder, needing him, pulling him to her.

Sam returned her kisses with the same amount of lust. He had been unsure if it was wise, but since she had made the first move, he went with it. He pulled her onto him so she straddled him, his arms tightening around her again, pulling her as close as possible to him.

Her fingers knotted in his hair as she tried to lose herself in the moment, in his kisses, and with him. She felt incredibly safe and sound with Sam, as if even for only a little while, it was as if nothing was waiting to snatch away the life she had left while she was with him.

As their passion and need increased, got more intense, both of them struggling to hold on to a bit of control, the door swung open from somewhere behind them.

Dean walked in, and then whistled lowly as he saw what was happening. "Getting the girl already. Atta boy, Sammy." He smiled to himself. He coughed, watched both of them realize he was there by tensing up and freezing where they were to look at him. Then he said what he had come back in to tell them, "As much as I hate to interrupt this PG-13 moment since Sam could really use it, and I'm sure you could too…" he paused, smirking at Church knowingly. "Well, Bobby and I… okay, Bobby actually, thinks he's found a way to save you, Church." Dean grinned wider at them as they pulled apart from each other and tried to focus on his news instead of their embarrassment at being caught in a moment.

Notes: This one might be a tad cheesy and quite fluffy, but obviously they had to have a bit of a moment. It's also a short chapter, and hopefully not too terrible as a whole.

And of course Dean had to burst in and catch them. Gotta love those moments where one brother gives the other a bit of grief. Hope that's in line and not too out of character here.