Castiel nods, and finds himself not at all surprised. Sam is a gentle person, but also firm. He has the potential for darkness, but the heart not to stray into it, past mistakes not counting.



He would be good, Castiel realizes, and quietly wonders why there is no one around to submit to Sam and be taken so thoroughly taken care of.

Wonders if it's because of the job. Feels it's a shame, because he's not... Sam's, yet he feels safer right here than he has since Metatron cut his grace away.

"Can you... be in control of me, for a while? Not... not like that, of course. Just. Can you help me help myself, Sam?"