Finding it difficult enough to navigate through the aftermath of Dean's breakdown, Sam had delved into updating the officials on their progress. Only leaving when he knew Dean was settled (not fine, because who could be?) and only returning after he and Jesper had briefed the officials, he comes back feeling they can't call it a loss, but it's certainly not a win.

Progress is progress, but at what cost? Sam can't help but wonder if it was really worth all that — all this. It's the thought still lingering on his mind as he catches Jo moving out of the corner of his eye — prowling, really.

"Unless he went out a window, he's around here somewhere," Sam says, watching Jo with a keen eye. He's still cleaning blood from here and there — none Sam's, some likely Jo's — when he recognizes that good old angel handiwork. Not Cas, so Jack. Good boy. Seems like he's done a fine job, although Sam knows better than most how outward looks can be so deceiving.

Leaning a shoulder heavily against the wall, he passes a dirty rag from one hand to another. "I was giving him some space." There's a guilty hang to his words. Maybe too much space. Of course, this isn't about Sam so he moves on to his support role. "But I'll help you look," he says, giving her no choice but to take his company.