Sam reached up, stroking his fingers through Castiel's hair as he settled against his chest. "The scene's over, Cas," he replied, keeping his voice clear and steady. The anger was spent outside. He wouldn't allow it here, when Castiel was already so fragile. "What happened wasn't your fault. I'm sorry I didn't act sooner, didn't see where that could go. But it's over now and I'm going to take you home, okay?"

There were things that needed to happen, but some of them could happen once they got back to the bunker. For now, Sam's hand dropped to the collar and he managed to undo it with one hand, letting it go slack before pulling it away from Castiel's neck so he could tuck it in his pocket. "See. Scene's all done." He kissed Castiel's forehead, then reached over to grab the other side of the blanket to pull it over the other man. "I'm going to carry you out of here, all right? You don't have to do anything, just stay wrapped up and I'll get you home."