Vampire. Demon, and Sam Winchester, whatever he believed that meant right now, And he was actually planning to be merciful. That was good too, he would need that. He would need mercy as well as the rest of it.
And then the vampire was stupid. He ran. Or, tried to. That was just foolish and he paid for it, turning to dust simply with a wave of Sam's hand, simply because he wanted it.
"Like walking"
Maybe that was because it was what he was supposed to be, what heaven feared, what Castiel was so worried over, and she knew, she knew so completely that he wanted nothing more than for her to stop, because he knew they were doing something. He just didn't know what.
But she couldn't stop, there was no way she could stop because...
"Its right." she told him, a hand reaching up to his shoulder comfortingly "This is right"
And she believed it.
"Is that enough?" she asked, turning to face him and watching his eyes, the darkness was fading, enough that it would be gone by the time he got wherever he decided to go "For tonight anyway. Do you want to go to her?"
He would just need to be careful, but she could help him with that. And he still had the hex bag.