"You know me," Sam said, smiling a bit, "there's a lot that I'd do for you. This is nothing." Nothing in comparison to the lengths that he'd go to in order to protect her. He loved her. She was family now. And the Winchesters? They did a whole hell of a lot to protect their own. To the end of the world and back and all of that. Or even hell, in some cases. Sam rubbed at the back of his neck and looked toward Heather, his smile softening. He had said it once and he'd gladly say it again. "I must've done something really good to deserve having you in my life," he told her, shaking his head. He released a short huff of air and looked down at his food thoughtfully.
He fiddled around with his fork for a moment before Sam looked toward her and shrugged. "I know." He frowned a little. "I mean, I think. I'm just kind of worried about how you took some of the stuff I said when I was out of it. I don't...the whole thing about me killing you? I don't ever really think like that, you know. That was just...I don't even know what that was. I wanted to hurt everyone then."