Whatever this place was, it certainly didn't seem to have any rhyme or reason behind when it was pulling people from. Castiel knew that he'd been in better shape before, and Sam looked awful.
Unless this place just wanted people weak. He frowned. And then he ordered coffee from the waitress becauseā¦ well. That was what one did in diners, wasn't it?
"I don't know about the trials," he told Sam, going for patient and failing somewhat. "You won't die. I won't allow it." Sam was his friend, his family. He was was important to Dean. He was just important. Castiel wouldn't allow anything to happen to him, not anymore.