She was right about one thing. Sam was a pessimist. He had been ever since Dean had died. But he had every reason to be so negative all the time. After everything that had happened to him and his family, Sam found it more than difficult for him to spend time with a smile on his face, looking forward to a bright and shiny future. There wasn't going to be a very bright future for anyone if they didn't get out of this place and back to the apocalypse in his own...wherever. At least not there. But then again, things weren't looking so bright here either.
Being so close to her brought back all kinds of feelings inside of him again. An urgent need to get away, and then an even stronger desire to be closer to her at the same time. How could a person feel those things at once? It wasn't normal.
"I'm not goi --" And then there she was again. Kissing him. Making him feel and forget whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing. He slowly slid his arms around her waist and kissed her back.
It really pissed him off that she seemed so capable of taking away any self control that he had. Or at least most of it, as he still had the strength to pull his mouth away from hers -- but only just -- so that he could breathe out the words, "We have to stop. I won't stop if we keep...we need to stop."