Cas expected judgement and a host of outcomes he didn't want but... if he did nothing he expected pretty much the same. He signed, rested his head in his hand as he watched Sheehan.
He wasn't getting everything. Cas didn't wanna get Sam in trouble. He knew he could say too much but he had to give up something. "I lost some time," he confessed. "I think... I hit Sam. Sam was there. I was on the floor. He was on the bed, then he was on the floor too and we slept there."
He looked up at Sheehan, almost hopefully. "Don't think... I got this."