As far as Dana saw it, no one was to blame here. Well, maybe those damn demons. But certainly not Sam.
Thinking over his words, she shifted her hand, smoothing her thumb over his brows to ease away that expression on his face. They were...really dependent on each other, she realized. Not just him or just her, but both of them. They needed each other, and hell, she'd die for him. She was sure he'd said at some point he would do the same for her. The problem with that was, they didn't need one another to die for each other so much as they needed one another to live for each other.
Blinking after a moment of her thinking, she slid her hand back down, resting it at his cheek. "You aren't gonna lose me." She murmurs, and unable to help herself, she leans her face close, brushing her mouth against his, softly. "So stop worryin' about it."
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Thinking over his words, she shifted her hand, smoothing her thumb over his brows to ease away that expression on his face. They were...really dependent on each other, she realized. Not just him or just her, but both of them. They needed each other, and hell, she'd die for him. She was sure he'd said at some point he would do the same for her. The problem with that was, they didn't need one another to die for each other so much as they needed one another to live for each other.
Blinking after a moment of her thinking, she slid her hand back down, resting it at his cheek. "You aren't gonna lose me." She murmurs, and unable to help herself, she leans her face close, brushing her mouth against his, softly. "So stop worryin' about it."