"Sorry, sorry." Sam whispered as he stitched up a wound on your side, hearing you wince from the stinging pain of the needle. He had decided to bring you along with him for once. Once. After all, he felt bad for keeping you at arms length for so long. A hunter can never be too careful, especially with those he cares about. Foolishly, he'd thought: it's been quiet recently, what could go wrong? A lot, he should've realized.

Now, you were injured. Thanks to him. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He couldn't even blame you this time. He had literally taken you with him, just so the two of you could catch up, grab something to eat, maybe. Now look at you.

"Shh... you're okay." He cooed, trying to soothe both you and himself. Once your wound is closed, he poured some alcohol on it, another hiss of pain leaving you at burning sensation. He whispers some more apologies, hating the sound of your pain despite knowing this was necessary.

After he was finished, he took the time to patch up any other scratches or bruises he saw. It was the least he could do.

"You alright?" He asks, his dark, ever sympathetic eyes meeting yours as you sat on the bathroom counter. After a begrudged nod from you, he smiles a little, his expression reassuring. He paused for a while, just looking at you, his brows furrowed in silent thought.

"I'm sorry." He finally says, a slight frown on his lips. He probably looked like a kicked puppy, but that wasn't too far off from how he felt.