“You know,” Cas starts, his voice quiet as he pets through Sam’s hair, “I’d always thought that…something like that had happened. But I never felt it my place to question your experiences down there, or to dredge up something so incredibly painful.”
Sam licks his lips, his mouth dry from talking. “Yeah,” he replies. His eyes are a little wet, his body pressed against Castiel’s. “It’s – you know. Time’s different down there. Pain’s different. Memories are…odd, the ones created there. “Seeing Lucifer? It just…”
Cas holds him tighter, stroking down his back. “Sam…I – I am so incredibly sorry. What can I do?”
Sam lets out a shaky breath. “You can just be with me, Cas. Just like this.”