"You don't have to be sorry," Sam tried to reassure him, aware by now that it was unlikely to be understood. He looked at Castiel for help, who tried his best. Enochian simply didn't translate one to one to English very well.

"It is nothing, brother." He meant the wrist, obviously. "Samuel says it is nothing too. No one is angry. You can let go." Of his own anger.

"Raphael?" Sam didn't step closer yet, but he tried to get a response. "Do you want candy?"