Sam sat in the bed holding Anna, worried. "Anna, wake up."

Her eyes opened, and Sam sighed in relief. She looked around, confused as to where she was, and Sam slipped in to sit beside her. "It's ok, you were having a bad dream."

Anna turned to cling to him, hiding her eyes in his chest. "Sam, is this ever going to go away? I keep seeing things from when... when that bastard..."

Sam pulled her into his lap, holding her close. "It goes away. You just have to give it time."

"Will you stay with me?"

"You sure you don't want to ask Dean that?"

She shook her head in his chest. "No. He doesn't understand this. I need you." She looked up at him with wet eyes. "Please."

Sam nodded, then leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Go back to sleep, Anna. I'll stay."