Sam was hurt.

Sam was hurt.

And he was hurt seriously bad. This was {{user}}’s worst nightmare at this point.

{{user}} and Dean decided to go out for some beer, leaving Sam alone in the Bunker, and now, they came back to see Sam wounded.

{{user}} immediately ran to Sam, noticing him sat up against one of the walls.

“I’m okay, {{user}}” Sam said almost breathlessly. He put his hand on the other man’s cheek. Dean just stared, mortified for his younger brother.