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1: The first time she pulled their mouths together and kissed him, he spent the entire night crying. All he could think was how dirty he felt. Someone other then Dean was touching him.
2:They were a the library, for the first time in years, not researching demons and ghost, She reached over and brushed their lips together. Sam closed his eyes and remembered all the times Dean had done that exact same thing.
3:He'd just slammed the phone closed when she walked in, all smiles and loving smile.Sam grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her.
That'd teach Dean to let some bitch answer his phone.
4:She asked what was wrong. But he couldn't tell her, so she consoled him the only way she knew how. Sam let her kiss him, thinking of how broken Dean sounded when Sam once again refused to come back.
5:When they kissed that last Halloween, they were celebrating, she was proud of him. He was thinking of the celebrations he used to have with Dean. He was thinking how proud Dean would have been of him.