Sam dwarves everyone. Even Castiel. Even Dean. His hugs offer comfort and solace, a haven that shelters from a storm.

Castiel thinks he might not want to leave. Not for the time being, at least, until he feels like the world is upright again, and humanity isn't strangling him with every breath he takes.

"You know about these things. Do you have the same sort of desires, Sam? To follow, to have order when there is none left in the world, to submit control to someone you can believe in? Is that what you want, too?"