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Adam was ash, back to the Earth he had come from. Sam found the biblical reference amusing, which let him ignore the sprained ankle, slashed wrists, and hole just above his liver. Dean had found him some good drugs to take the edge off the pain, but it still hurt like a bitch and standing up for so long had drained him.

Literally.

Anna had to support him as they watched over Adam while he got a hunter's funeral. The blood left in his body was being pulled down by gravity so he was light headed, and by the time the three of them were back at the Impala, Sam just curled up in the backseat and slept.

Anna and Dean weren't talking again, but what else was new? He just ignored them and slipped back off into the blissfulness of unconsciousness.

The next morning he woke up with a groan, his head pounding and still nauseous. "Water," he groaned, not even opening his eyes. Someone was in the room with him and would help him.

God he hated being this week. But he hated throwing up more and if he didn't get some water in his mouth soon...

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Sam lowered his head, biting his lip. "Anna, no..."

"Dean... needs me to leave. He needs to be able to do this without worrying about my safety on top of it. Your brother's scared that I'll die and he doesn't want to lose me. I- I don't like it either, but it needs to be done."

Sam rested his head on her shoulder. He could see the logic - hell, he knew Dean was right - but it still didn't help the hurt.

"You're one of the best things that has ever happened to him, Anna. He... he's better when he's with you."

Holding Sam close, she ran her fingers through his hair and tilted her head back to keep from crying -- it felt like all she did was cry lately.

"Sammy..."

"I started this, back at the hospital. Didn't I?" He looked at her, worried. "Didn't I?"

"It- It's not your fault, Sam. Dean... asked me to go." Blinking, she sighed when a few tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto Sam's head.

Sam was quiet for a bit, then snuggled a bit into her arms. "I take it you couldn't just say no."

Chuckling sadly, she nuzzled Sam's head and hugged him tighter. "I did say no, Sam. I fought him on it but after Adam-- I understood why he wants me gone."

"I do too... but it's not going to be the same without you."

"Dean needs to focus on the war. He doesn't have the time or energy to keep this relationship going and he- he didn't know why he was with me anymore." And oh, if Sam couldn't tell how badly that last part hurt her to say it, he'd realize it when he felt her tears coming down faster.

"The last part is him just denying what he feels, Anna." Sam hugged her a bit... as much as he could with the wrapped wrists anyway. "He sucks at emotional ties, and you know that by now."

Nodding, she took a moment to collect herself. "I know. Doesn't make it hurt less, y'know..."

"I know. Trust me, I know. And I'm sorry..." He closed his eyes.

"I'm always gonna be just a call and plane ride away, I promise." She said quietly as her voice cracked and she began to shake.

Sam pressed against her tighter, the only way he could hug her at the moment. "Same here, Anna. No matter what happens, I'm always going to have time for you. You just have to call."

Holding him to her chest she started to sob, her cries muffled when she buried her face in Sam's hair. "Oh, Sammy... I'm going to miss you so much. Please- please watch over Dean for me."

He scrunched his eyes closed tight. "You know I will."

Then he chuckled a bit. "You know, it's usually the other way around with people asking him to take care of me."

"Oh, I'm going to ask him to watch over you too." Anna mumbled, curling up lightly around him trying to stifle her cries in case Dean came back.

"But who's gonna watch over you?"

"Same person who always does -- me, myself, and I."

"Right now, it would be safer if you let someone have your back. Just until this is all over. Someone from your police force, or family?"

"Sam - I'm not putting anyone in danger."

"So instead you'll keep yourself wide open to it?" He leaned back to look at her.

"I'm going back to New York. Dean's convinced that the further away from him I am, the safer I am from Lilith." She said tiredly, answering his look with a knowing one of her own.

"Well, there's more people there. It'll be harder to find. And you have the tattoo.."

He'd rather her be locked up in Bobby's panic room, but that was Sam and he knew it wasn't going to happen.

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