The nightly feast, this time, was larger than the last had been. The suitors had each been invited to bring a guest with them. Some of them had brought more than one. Nearly every one was a Beta, though he thought that Samadriel had brought a sister or close cousin who was an Omega.

Sam, of course, brought Dean. So when the supper breaks up into mingling, they split up and talk to the others, though both keep an eye on Crowley. Neither of them trust the Alpha and they've come across his name far too many times to just leave it lie.

When Castiel approaches for the mandated conversation (Sam notices he is last, which isn't surprising), he raises an eyebrow but nods, offering his arm as he had earlier that day. "It is a bit warm in here. Some fresh air might do you some good." Because Castiel's looking flushed and uncomfortable. Sam looks up at Zachariah. "Doors open and we'll stay in view of everybody."

Because Sam's still a suitor and he's not about to make things more difficult for Castiel if possible.

With that, he leads Castiel out to the balcony, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. "Here. I hope this helps."