"More soul than heart," Sam said, "But... yeah." He was finding it nice, actually, to have a conversation in which so little needed to be said. Not because he minded talking; he didn't. It was just somewhat refreshing to have his sentiments understood without even having to express them. Sometimes words didn't quite cover it.
Her intensity could have been frightening, but he found it reassuring. He straightened up and nodded. "Yeah. He will." He reached out, gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Simon will be alright, too."
He didn't know that for sure any more than she knew that Dean would get better. But neither did he remember anything horrible happening to Simon. Hurt, a lot of them got hurt, their world was as dangerous as his, though in different ways. "He'll come here, or you'll go back there, eventually. You'll see him again."