Sam had always believed in angels, and at one point in his life he would pray. This was before he had the chance to actually meet an angel face to face. Never really religious, but spiritual.

He'd been a little naive about them, he's able to admit that now. He can understand where she's coming from.

"I understand. Trust me, if you'd experienced what I have..." and it's too long of a story to get in to, and besides. She didn't ask, and he isn't exactly comfortable discussing his past in general. "Just find it hard to respect them after the things I've seen them do, that's all."

He nods, a hand pushing his hair out of his face. "Right. You gonna be okay on your own, then?"