"It's good to see you." The weight of Castiel's hand on his arm was reassuring, it's solid warmth confirmation that his friend was there and more importantly he was safe. Sam gave the tiniest nod at the information he was given, most of it tallied up with his own slightly hazy memories. That was morphine for you, it took the edge off everything. "What about Hood?" A look of concern came to Sam's face as he remembered the serious injury Jason had sustained.
A snort followed the next words, "you mean Baby, not the Barracks." Sam shook his head slightly and immediately regretted the action as everything felt off kilter momentarily. "I'm glad he's getting some shut eye. Is his leg healing okay?"
Tired eyes tracked Cas' movement as the seraph stood, and hazel met blue when Sam's gaze rest on Castiel's face. He could tell that his friend was worried, for him and likely Dean too. But he wondered if the angel had allowed himself a moment to acclimatize to his new surroundings, and situation.
"Kind of like I ran into a pitchfork," Sam joked, smiling a little to let Castiel know he wasn't being entirely serious. "I've had worse and I've been better, I'll be fine. How about you, Cas? Are you okay?"