Sam hums softly as he continues to clean Castiel, gentle and careful of injuries. "You didn't have a basis for comparison. Not one among humans, at least." And the basis he'd had among angels had been different. "You're probably going to question for a while, honestly. Not because what you did was wrong, but because you've been taught to think that way. We can work on that, though, you and I together."

He pulls away slightly. "I need to get down to clean off your legs. Can you lean against the wall for me, Cas?"