"I'm not stupid." Sam didn't let go of the bottle of beer in his hand. It was something that he could grip on, hopefully loosely enough to avoid breaking it, but at the same time tightly enough to keep him together. "Did you think that you and I walked into this relationship without me having an idea of what you're capable of? Of what you might have done?" He closed his eyes again, trying to level himself out as best as he could. Sam understood. He did. Hell screwed with people, much as it sucked it was true. Seeing what it had done to his brother alone had been enough detail for Sam to reconsider a few things about what went on down there. He felt sorry for them. Demons. Didn't change that he hated them with every fiber of his being - save for the one rare case, of course - but it gave Sam a perspective that he had before. He wasn't sure if he liked having that perspective or not. It made things...strange.
"The only reason you and I are together now is because I know that you're different." He loosened his grip on the bottle just slightly, realizing that he was pushing it a little too far. He really didn't want to have to mop up broken glass from her brand new apartment floor. "You changed. Stuff like that? You don't have to do it anymore. You're better than that and we both know it. Okay?" He bit down onto his lip and set the bottle down a little more forcefully than he had intended. Sam couldn't help it; she made him this way. She hit him hard in places no one else could.
"I love you." He quietly moved toward her, pushing aside those odd feelings for the moment. "You know that I do. I'm not a moron. I know what I signed on for when I decided to do this...thing - this love and romance and...I wouldn't be here now if I thought you were that same demon you were all those years ago. I swear."