It was true, he had done it better but he apparently had more shame than expected. The idea of Sam watching him made it hard to do it, he wanted so badly to be good and do what he had to do, he didn't need any retraining, but it was a lot. He was an angel, a powerful one, and he was struggling to deal with Sam's eyes on him.

He slowly sat up and looked anywhere but Sam as he assumed the other position he had been forced into time and time again until it was instinct. Hands behind his back, on his knees, head down.

"Sam, stop it." He swallowed nervously and looked at the floor. "Sam, please. Please." Just listen. Just do what he said. Just don't look at him.