Beneath her skin shadows shifted in the pattern he had come to recognize. The shadows clearly moveable wisps of smoke still managed to look sharp and brittle. He watched the pattern shift with growing relief.
The reproach of the Winchesters brought out an immediate reaction though, "This wasn't their fault." He started defensively and then had to shift uncomfortably, "I befriended the angel Metatron and made some poor decisions. I was angry." He would have been more than angry if he had realized everything that had been taken from him while heaven controlled his mind.