Faith sat down next behind Sam on the bed, sliding her arms around his neck and leaning her chin on his shoulder.
"Sam?"
Sam
"Yeah?" Sam looked up nervously, still a little shaky after the mission given to him that day.
Faith
"I know I've asked a lot of you already, but..."
Faith kissed in between his shoulder blades.
Sam
Sam turned on the bed so he could see her over his shoulder.
"What?" he asked, eyes searching her face.
Faith
"If something goes wrong tomorrow," Faith started, looking him in the eyes, eerily calm.
"I need you to do something for me."
Sam
"Please don't," Sam's eyes lowered to the bed.
"Don't talk like that. I lost my brother, and I don't want-"
He cut himself off, biting his lip.
Faith
"I know..."
Faith rubbed his shoulders gently.
"But if it doesn't go the way we want it too... I need you to do me a favour."
Sam
Sam took in a deep breath, thinking back to the night the hellhounds came for Dean.
"What?" he asked softly.
Faith
"I need you to talk to Tru."
Faith bit her lip.
"Tell her... I don't know. Think of something cool, tell her I said it."
Sam
Sam hesitated, then turned to look at her again.
"You want me to tell your daughter you're dead? After she's just lost her sister?" his voice cracked.
Faith
"You're the one I trust the most, Sam."
Faith kissed his forehead, closing her eyes for a second.
Sam
Sam closed is eyes, leaning in to her a little.
"I'm not gonna let you go. I can't do that again. I won't," Sam struggled to breathe.
"I won't."
Faith
Faith wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and kissed him again.
"I'll always come back. Promise."