Sam looked over at him, noting that in that second he'd gone from viciously angry immortal to lost, confused victim without even trying. Feeling guilty for having brought him to that point, Sam turned his head back, but he had no idea what Judas wanted to fix or what he was confiding it in Sam for, but it was okay. Sam figured he owed the world a few favors.
Turning his head to look at Judas again, even with the that comprised his eyes, he saw the desperation, too. But he still didn't have any answers. Mostly because he still didn't have the full question.
"What do you need to fix?" he asked simply, wondering if Judas would even tell him to begin with. "Generally speaking, I'm not so good at fixing problems as I am causing them myself, but..." he shrugged. "I can try, anyway..." he offered. If he had the chance to fix things at home, he'd do it, so the least he could do would be offer the same thing to someone else.