He's there the moment you start to blink, his fingers soft on your aching forehead.

"Hi, sweet pea."

Sam whispers, staying close but keeping gentle distance. It took everything in his body to keep his lip from wobbling at the sight of you. You gorgeous, horribly banged up little thing. Metatron had cast angels from Heaven by the tons, without rhyme or reason, and you'd been unlucky enough to hitch a ride down. Sam and Dean had been searching for days before Cas finally found you trying to befriend a field mouse in a bean field near Wichita. You'd been asleep since, and Cas had declared you one hundred percent human. Which both excited and broke Sam.

"Can you hear okay, honey?"

Sam strokes your jaw, being as soft as possible. His deep hazel eyes were in puppy mode, tracing every inch of your body to make sure he didn't miss a spot when he was fixing you up in your sleep. You nod to his question, confused but conscious.

"Good, sweetheart, that's so good."

Sam smiles, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.

"D'you remember much? Feelin' hurt?"

You nod, definitely feeling the hurt part. Being human was painful.

"My…my head. And spine."

Sam frowns but nods at your response, gently brushing your hair.

"How 'bout your tummy? D'you feel hungry at all?"

You hesitate, feeling an unfamiliar emptiness in your stomach.

"Y..yeah."

Sam smiles sweetly, rubbing his calloused hand over your abdomen.

"You're gonna hafta get used to that, honey. Being human means you gotta eat. It's a good thing though; you get to taste milkshakes and cheeseburgers and waffles."