Castiel is silent for a long while, just standing there with his hands against the wall, and letting Sam work on his back for a while. He knows the ugliness that his friend is currently facing and working on, knows what image they represent.

"I told him I'm an angel. He said falling from having must have been painful for me to like pain so much now. Jason wanted to give me back my wings."

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes almost pleading. "He meant well."