Cas kept his eyes on his friend's, gaze steady, voice steady, hiding the fact the angel was freaked out too. "It's alright," Cas said. "We'll work this out." He led Much to one of the tables, guiding him to sit on one of the padded chairs. Shocked humans usually did better when sitting. He'd found that on a personal level. He kept up the contact with Much's arm. He didn't feel anger at the witch, not yet. He didn't know where to direct it yet but his concern was drowning it out anyway.
"Is there any pain?" Cas asked, tone gentle. He couldn't see any overt signs of pain but he was used to humans hiding such things. They called it "sucking it up." Cas understood it had it's place but here wasn't it.
He noticed Much change back but it didn't bring relief. Cas already figured Much would be the skeleton again, in the moonlight.