Sam didn't stop either. He kept rubbing at her face, hoping that in some way, it would help ease the pain. He was trying not to say too much. If he did, he'd let Heather know just as to how furious about the situation he really was. The angels were still grating on his nerves. This angel in particular. And every time they did something out of line or questionable, Sam could feel his faith slipping further and further away. It was a tiring process, desperately grasping onto it. Soon he'd become far too exhausted with it to continue.
He nearly smirked. "He probably didn't," Sam told her, "but I'd still be careful about what you say to these angels, all right? I don't want to give him any reason to personally come chasing after you." Sam wouldn't know what he'd do. Protect her to his best ability, sure. But what if that wasn't enough?