"Sorry." Sam muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's not your fault." Cas smiled reassuringly. "Or Dean's either really. It'll be okay."

"He can be an ass."

Cas shrugged. "He was scared and didn't understand what is going on."

Sam frowned. "Why are you so nice?"

Cas cocked his head to the side, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Dean hit you. He came up here, hit you, screamed at you and all that, and you helped him out and say now it isn't his fault. Then Bobby says that you have a bond thing that you need to be safe and you want to find a way to break it because Dean doesn't like it."

Cas still looked confused. "I'm afraid I still don't understand. Why wouldn't I have helped him?"

"Because he hurt you."

"He was in pain himself." Cas put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "It's natural to lash out when you're in pain. I can't be upset at him for that."

Sam didn't loo pleased but he nodded and fiddled with the edges of Cas's sheets. "Cas… if you're a psychic- well, if psychics are real, what else is?"

Cas's hand dropped from his shoulder. "Uhm… I don't-"

"Are monsters real?" Sam watched Cas shift uncomfortably and look away and he understood. "Oh."

"You don't need to worry about monsters Sam." Cas said quickly. "People like Bobby and your dad… they protect us from them. That's their job."

Sam went very still and thought about his life to this point. "I've suspected for a while."

Cas put his hand back on Sam's shoulder, and the younger boy leaned into his touch. "You're not scared are you?"

Sam considered lying, but remembered that Cas was a psychic. "A little. But I'll be okay."

Cas squeezed his shoulder and that was what Sam needed to fall back into the other boy and wrap his arms around him. He didn't even pull away when the stairs creaked as Bobby came up them.

Bobby raised an eyebrow at the sight that greeted him when he came to Cas's room. "Everything alright boys?"

Cas nodded and gently pushed Sam away. "Yes Bobby. Sam is ready to go back to bed now."

"No! I'm no-" Sam was cut off by a large yawn.

Bobby smiled. "C'mon squirt. Let's get you back downstairs."

xxx

John hung up with the psychic in Louisiana. He was glad that the ingredients focusing spell didn't require anything too out there. The only hard part would be finding the boy's anchor. The psychic insisted that it was the most important element to the spell. He'd also said that it wouldn't be too difficult to find this anchor because of the boy's natural awareness of his own anchor.

The problem was John needed to do this without Bobby knowing. He could conceivably kidnap the boy, but Bobby was one of the best hunters out there. They would have a very limited time before Bobby would track them down, certainly not enough time to drive all around the country to find the other person in the world that the boy was soul mated to.

John sighed and ran a hand across his face. He needed to figure something out. This boy was going to be his best shot at finding the demon and finally getting revenge, there was no way in hell he was going to let this opportunity go.