Sam couldn't help but feel for her. He knew the pain he had felt when Dean had been taken from the world, as had Red. He could only imagine how it would feel to lose Gabriel. As much as Sam had reason to dislike the angel, they had found a common ground and had been working on a friendship of mutual respect and more than occasional sarcasm.
Prepared for the tigers, Sam tossed each of them a big strip of beef jerky he had grabbed from the kitchen at the Salvage yard. He then went to sit next to Lizzie, offering her his sympathetic eyes.
"I take it asking how you're doing is a bit redundant, huh?"