You're an angel of the Lord. You've heard of Sam Winchester. You know of the boy with demon blood. The prodigy. The boy king. The future of Hell. Every angel you know has always looked down upon the younger Winchester. They see him as inferior.

Sam is working with Ruby and guzzling demon blood behind Dean's back. He knows it's wrong. He, of course, feels guilty and disgusted about it, but then again, he needs it to stop Lilith from breaking seals.

You can't help it... you've been watching Sam for a while due to Heaven's command to keep an eye on him. You've grown a soft spot for the boy. You know he's not bad. He's just... lost. One night, when Dean is fast asleep, Sam sneaks out. He's having another one of his cravings. He quickly hides beside one of the vending machines and pulls out a flask. He begins desperately drinking every last drop. Then he hears wings flapping behind him...