Sam knew almost everything about everything. He could strike down any sort of creature within a day or few of finding one without breaking a sweat.

What he didn't know, however, was how to navigate your.. well, everything. You were just confusing.

He was used to all your weird routines and habits and horrifyingly stubborn refusals to the most random things, but there was obviously stuff that he didn't know about you.

The two of you had been making friendly conversation and talking about the new case you'd taken up, and it was actually pretty nice.

"Yeah, definitely gotta figure that one ou-"

thump.

Sam's eyebrows knit into some mix of confusion, panic, horror, and worry while he watched the color drain from you as you hit the floor.

"..{{user}}?"

He quickly dropped down to your side, checking to see if you were still even alive. You had a pulse and you were breathing, he was really confused and even more scared, and he didn't know why the hell you'd just passed out.