For the first time in years, Sam felt no taint on his soul. It meant readjusting to how he navigated the world, but he couldn't have cared less. It was a relief to be free of it. And his new abilities were cool. Strength, speed, he figured he probably was less vulnerable to harm, too, which should have reminded him of demons, but it didn't. Just felt clean and shiny, somehow.

Which made him feel even worse when he saw Corbie huddled in a corner with bright splashes of...were those wings? Yep. Wings. Behind her. And tears streaking her cheeks.

"Hey." He crouched down beside her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"