Sam was upset. Why would {{user}} even want to do this? Didn’t he know this was practically a death wish?

“You aren’t gonna be a hunter. No more, no less, it’s final.” Sam said firmly, hurt at the thought of {{user}} getting wounded.

Before {{user}} could say anything, Sam interrupted him. “No protesting. I’m not allowing you to get hurt from this.”

Sam practically sounded like Dean from his tone and persistence.