The answer to her question came to him so fast that Sam himself was surprised by it. "Yes." He awkwardly shoved his free hand into the pocket of his jacket. "I'm gonna miss you." He looked over at her. "Not just 'cause of the sex either, you know." It seemed like that was once all they represented when they were together. Training. Sex. More training. More sex. That turned into dates, which turned into switches from him bailing right after the sex to lingering in bed just so that he could be around her longer to him staying over for hours and so on. He couldn't get enough of her. Even the parts that he knew to be pure demon were starting to grow on him and Sam was beginning to feel less terrified of that aspect as he used to.
He didn't know what he was going to do with himself when she was gone.
"I'm gonna miss you. Hell, I feel like some kinda high school kid going off to college for the first time while the girlfriend has to stay back in his hometown a couple hundred miles away. Weird feeling."
"Skating is hard in itself," Sam agreed, moving carefully, "but we're a good team - and, look, we're still standing. Hang onto me." He tightened his grip on her hand, ignoring the other individuals and couples that went past them. They were working at their own speed. Sam barely even noticed anyone else in the rink but her. "I like this. Being able to come out and be myself with you in public." He didn't even feel paranoid about it. The hell Dean would ever dare ruin his rep by visiting an ice palace.