"No matter what?" she asked almost nervously, wondering just what it would take for Sam to hate her, would it be knowing the truth, or were they well past the point of no return now. Were they?
Her hand wasn't going anywhere unless he told her to take it away, especially with what he was saying, promising to do whatever it took, and he knew what that meant, or he was starting to. But why had he thought she wouldn't want to hear it, truth be told she liked hearing things like that.
"You do keep me safe, and protect me, like no one else can because you, you're so special, you have the power to do that. Nice thought isn't it, keep me safe, Dean safe, kill Lilith."
Her hand ran along his leg, nails scraping up his jeans.
"And you'll keep being there for me" she told him as they started up and drove.