He wasn't worried about getting hurt, really. Maybe he should be, but Sam hadn't really been thinking about himself at all. There was too much riding on just doing this, making sure Gabriel got out of here alive because Sam didn't want more blood on his hands.

Hearing the confirmation, an actual confirmation, kind of made this worse.

He let himself be pulled in closer though and brought his arms up to come around his shoulders. "You love me."

He didn't know why, not an angel. Not when he was an abomination, Lucifer's own vessel... He dropped his eyes to the floor between them, jaw tightening. "I... don't really know what to say. I'm sorry."

He'd apologized earlier, but he needed to say it again. He couldn't really say it enough, about everything he's done. Doesn't really change it or make it better though. He did shift in closer, just that much more so he could bend in and speak against Gabriel's ear. Like that'd keep anything private between them when Lucifer was in the room...

"It's fine. Told you... anything. You can do anything you want and we'll... we'll figure out the rest when this is all over, okay?"