"Nope." One big red 'X' in the column denoting Sam Winchester's many failures, coming right up to join the legions of others. "Just made all the angels Fall. Unless that wasn't us."

No, Cas, Dean has whispered, but Sam's not sure if it was Cas. It might have just been the Winchesters, tipping the cosmic balance to an unsustainable extremity yet again. Wouldn't be the first delicate system they've irreparably broken.

On the subject of delicate systems, sitting down seems to be helping. At least the room has courteously chosen to stand still again.

"I think I'll be okay," he adds, completely unconvincingly. "Gettin' there. I think."