She makes a reasonably valiant effort to try and keep Sam relaxed, even though he seems to be wanting to go find his brother despite the fact that he was more than a mess physically inside. She tries not to consider how his mental state is holding up, but the fact that they're having to talk him back and convince him to stay speaks several volumes. Jessica runs a few fingers through his dark hair and tries to ignore the heavy, mostly observant presence nearby. She'd met him before. Briefly.

"Dean sent a call out to whoever could hear him. A call to help you because, well..." She attempts a smile. "You're pretty fucking beat up, Sam." She doesn't swear terribly often, but sometimes, it's necessary. "Gabriel's been laying low in Heaven. He pulled me together again right before the gates closed." She sighs quietly. "Before the fall... to find you and to help save you."

One hand lifts so that she might run a thumb over Gabriel's cheek, the other holding Sam's head in her lap. "Please don't leave us, dear heart. Please stay." She struggles against the tears, though a few fall. So much of them pleading with him to stay feels so selfish, but where would he go? What would they all do? "Don't go."