"Oh, Sam," Mitchell whispered. He enfolded the boy in his arms--no, not a boy, despite his appearance. He knew angels took vessels, bodies that belonged to others, so the boy he saw was not the angel contained inside. He wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but he was a vampire. He'd long ago accepted there were things beyond his understanding.
"Sam, my darling, my dear one," he murmured. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what you've lost."