"It's you… it's always been you." The words were soft, almost as if the human weren't speaking to him directly, like it was more of his own revelation than anything else.
Crowley frowned at the words and narrowed his eyes at Sam, a confused expression forming on his usually smug face.
"Moose, what the Hell are you going on about?" The hunter won't answer him, just shakes his head with a small sigh as he starts to walk away. "Sam!" Crowley grabs his wrist, stopping the human from moving any farther.
"Let go." Sam doesn't bother in trying to pull his arm away, knowing it would be futile when it came to Crowley's demonic strength.
"Not until you tell me what the bloody Hell you meant by that." Crowley's grip on his wrist never lessens, and Sam fights off another sigh. It was just his luck that the demon would have heard him.
Sam can't get the words out, the ones that he needed to say for his words to make sense. He swallows hard and looks away, his breath catching when the demon lays a hand on his shoulder, a soft and concerned "Sam?" leaving his mouth.
It gives him enough courage to open his mouth.
"Why don't I show you instead?" Sam asks, turning back to the demon, who licked his lips with a small nod.
With what little courage the human had, he pressed their lips together.
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