Lazar was right, he wasn't a very good guardian. He couldn't protect Sam, he had no plan or idea on what to do and he had literally nothing to offer him. He wished he had grace to just rip himself and Sam out of hell but right now, he didn't have enough to make himself feel less sick. He was woozy, shivering, his head pounded but he looked at Sam.

An the joke set up, he smiled ever so slightly and shuffled close. He was still naked, he didn't have his clothes back on yet so he couldn't use his sleeve. He just raised his hand and used his thumb to remove the tear that was starting to fall from Sam's eye.