You walked into the hotel to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers entwined as his chin rested on them. He looked up at you, worry spread across his face.
"Well?" Sam asked as you dropped your bag of hunting supplies on the table and removed the heavy jacket you had borrowed from him earlier. North Dakota is cold in the winter was an understatement.
"Well…" you threw the jacket on Dean's bed and shrugged, looking at Sam "I made the deal. Crowley will help us."
Sam was silent, thoughts racing through his mind. You sat on the edge of Dean's bed facing Sam, waiting his response. He ran his hands through his long hair and looked at you.
"Did you kiss him?" he asked
You raised an eyebrow and held back a chuckle.
"Really, Sam? I just sold my soul to Crowley, and you're concerned with if kissed him or not? That's what you're worried about?"
Sam just nodded slowly, his green eyes staring right through you. You rose and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I kissed him. That's the rule, remember? I did it for you and Dean, it meant nothing."
Sam still didn't say anything. You sighed and straddled his lap, placing your hands on either side of his face and lifting his head so he was looking at you.
"Sam…" you whispered "You have nothing to worry about, I promise. I'm yours, forever, even when Crowley comes for me. I'll always belong to you."
Sam smiled at you, running his hands up your back. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, proving your point.
"I love you" you whispered, your forehead pressed against Sam's
"I love you too" Sam replied before kissing you again