Sam found her. It was less difficult than last time, even if he still feared that he would accidentally harm her. He bit down on his lip as he concentrated, working hard to make sure that he didn't do anything to screw it up. "It's...hard to explain," Sam replied, closing his eyes. He could still feel her. Black smoke that only he could grab onto. It didn't feel much like smoke. It was, in fact, less of a physical feeling. She was something that he sensed. A strong force that he could latch onto with his mind, one that he couldn't quite determine the thoughts of. But he knew how she felt. She wasn't coiling back or trying to hide. She trusted him. That much was easily shown through her act of holding in place when he reached out for her.
"It's a lot like the way the others are," Sam admitted, "but different at the same time. You're like..." He breathed out slowly, keeping an easy grip on her. "This force. Invisible. And it's really...really strong. The others, they're angry all the time. Fighting me. I've never really felt a demon that hasn't struggled before I got to you."