"Your purpose." Fred's voice softened. The angel in a trench coat really was upset, bothered. She shifted a little to face him better. Her knee brushed against his thigh as she turned. Her hand rested on his shoulder. "Or something like that. Oh, Castiel, I'm really sorry. I'm trying to find a way to get you back to normal."
Fred rubbed his shoulder softly before pulling away and turning back to the books. She didn't really know how one went about comforting angels. She didn't even know how to comfort Angel, even though they really weren't the same thing.
"Dean know you're supposed to save him?" Fred laughed softly after a moment. "You know, I know a Dean who could use saving, if he's here that is. Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam. I feel for them. They could probably use your help."