"You are still asleep," Uriel answered with a nod. "I've combined both of your minds and tampered with the dreams that you were lost within. It was fairly easy to do, considering that you were right beside one another when the process began." It made it a lot easier for him anyway. He looked to Heather and shot her another smug look. "I highly approve of the dream that you were having, by the way. It looks like you have the right idea in mind." He gestured toward Sam at that last part, ignoring the seething look that the youngest Winchester shot him, and stepped back.
"I suspect you both know why you're here," he told the, brows rising.
Glare still fixed onto his features, Sam tried to bite back every last negative retort that was building up inside him as he watched the angel go about his merry way. He hated feeling like this. Sam hated seeing the things that he believed in twisted and turned. This wasn't an angel. He wasn't an angel. He couldn't have been.
"Has something to do with my brother or Castiel or Ruby, I'm sure," Sam finally said, anger evident in his tone of voice.
Uriel nodded. "All of the above. But first and foremost? The demon. I'm tired of waiting for you all to realize that she's nothing but trouble. For all of us."