Your fingers sleepily traced over his tattoo, gently feeling his skin glide underneath your own. His eyes were still trapped by softly shut eyelids, his chest still rose and fell steadily under your touch. Your only hope was that you wouldn't wake him up. He'd had a rough night, like most, and you just wanted him to sleep. Well...that wasn't entirely true. Part of you wanted him to just tell you. Tell you why he'd mumble in his sleep, or jump every time someone banged on the door to suddenly, or what the tattoo means that brands who he was . If you knew, maybe you could help. Maybe he just didn't see it that way.

The sun was filling the room with warmth and light, and Sam's body gently jerked itself awake. His tense muscles softened when he saw you with those stunning hazel eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you in his favorite flannel, looking down at him from a propped up elbow.

"Hey," he whispered through a hazy morning voice.

"Hey...You know you mumble in your sleep?" You asked hesitantly, knowing the last time you brought this up didn't end well. Sam's expression shifted to...guilt? You'd know that face anywhere, sadly furrowed brows, avoiding eye contact, licking his lips, this was defiantly guilt. "Who's Cas? You've told me about Dean, but that's all you've given me Sam..." He sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Y/N... you know my past isn't something I want to talk about," Sam replied quietly, not wanting to start a fight, but also not able to break his stubbornness.

"We've been together a year Sam!" You didn't want to yell. You weren't going to, but at the same time you couldn't stop it. The cool air drew goosebumps out of your skin when you threw the covers off. You didn't know how shaky your legs were until you relied on them to keep you up. "You don't think you owe me this? You don't think I love you enough to want to help you?" Tears were starting to form at the corners of your eyes, and you stayed facing away from Sam so he wouldn't see you cry. He hated seeing you cry.

"That's not what I'm saying at all! You know that!" Sam barely raised his voice but it still sounded intimidating. He pulled on a t-shirt and sweats, standing on the opposite side of the bed. "Y/N, please, all I'm asking is that we leave this alone...Please," the sound of his voice breaking was enough to spin you around. Sam's eyes were already fixed to meet yours when you faced him. His hazel orbs were basically shattering right in front of you, trying to hold back years of hidden pain. If he kept holding all this back, it would break him. You shook your head slightly, looking at the carpet.

"Let me help you, Sam. I can't stand seeing you like this," you said, moving towards Sam. He blinked away tears, avoiding your eyes. "Sam, I respect that this is your past, and it's not your life anymore, but it's clearly a bigger problem than you realize." As gently as you could, you hooked your fingers under his chin, moving his face towards your own. Finally he looked at you again, not able to stop a few tears from leaking from his eyes as your thumb grazed over his cheekbone. "Please, just let me help you," you whispered.

Then Sam had that look again, the one you knew anywhere, and you knew what he was going to say. You painfully knew he was going to say "I can't." And that's exactly what he said. You shook your head in disbelief, and sadness. More and more tears flowed from your eyes as you spun away from him.

You grabbed some jeans and pulled them on as fast as you could. You had to get out of there. You had to, otherwise you would slap him. Probably multiple times. Slipping on your boots, without bothering to tie the laces, you heard Sam's broken voice behind you.

"Y/N please, don't go," he practically whispered. Your body was halfway out the bedroom door when you turned back to him.

"How do you expect me to trust you, Sam? How the hell am I supposed to trust you?" Your voice was barely audible, but you couldn't bear repeating yourself.

Sprinting down the steps, you walked aggressively towards the front door. You felt like you couldn't breathe in this house anymore. You needed fresh air, and you needed it now. Throwing open the front door, your thought you heard Sam running down the stairs after you, but you couldn't look back. Then the next events happened in a blur.

You ran down your lawn, across the street towards your car, and you couldn't ignore Sam's calls anymore. Turning around to face him, you could stop yourself from screaming at him. "What?! What the hell could you want S-" but you couldn't finish your sentence. Something interrupted you. A car interrupted you.

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Dun dun dun, cliffhanger... I'll do part 2 soon! Thank you guys for reading! Vote, comment, and request!