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Sam walked into the room, shoulders slouched forward. Castiel could sense the pressure of helping Dean through his stubborn urge to give into Michael on him.
Bobby wheeled forward, an attempt at comfort given his condition. "How is he?"
Castiel meet Sam's eyes and felt a surge of protectiveness at the sight of damp checks and glistening eyes. These human feelings were coming more often, but nothing as sharp than when they concerned Sam.
"And you?"
Castiel didn't wait for an answer, the evidence still on Sam and the sadness he projected. What Castiel wanted was a conversation with the one who caused it.