"I won't forget" she told him knowing that she would, knowing that she would have to.
He was so dammed sincere. He really truly wanted to help his family, and maybe on some level he'd have been able to, the powers strong enough to take on a hell of a lot, But the problem of course was, they'd never know how he was doing what he was doing. They'd know it was training. But not that he was drinking her blood because their son, their brother, their uncle, would never do that. Would never have fallen so low as to do what he was now doing.
Once again she let her hands run through his hair, soothing him, comforting him just as he needed from her, just as he always needed from her.
"Its okay" "...it doesn't hurt" "you're doing the right thing"
The things he needed to hear, the things he needed just to let himself go, let himself drink what he needed from her, take it, freely offered as it was. Sam needed to hear it, needed to hear how special he was, how right he was, needed to know all that.
He'd need that confidence she knew he had inside, that drive and passion he hadn't seemed to find about the blood yet. But he would find it, she knew he would