Sam slammed the door of the bunker behind him as he walked inside, so angry he thought he might start shaking.

{{user}} had been missing for days. It had been a pretty average hunt, nothing they hadn’t faced before, but to cover more ground {{user}} came up with the idea that the three of them — them, Sam, and Dean — should split up. It was a horrible idea, Sam knew it, they had been in the middle of the fucking woods, but they had been against the clock and needed to get it finished. So they had split up, and {{user}} never showed at the place they were supposed to meet again.

They had searched everywhere — the woods they had been hunting in, the town surrounding, the local motels, local hospitals. They had even called Cas to help, but he’d had no luck in finding them either. Sam was about to lose his fucking mind — this wasn’t happening again, he wasn’t going to lose the person he loved again.

He hadn’t slept in days. He and Dean had been searching all around in the impala, but when the third night rolled around and there was still no sign of {{user}}, Dean had pretty much forced him back to the bunker to get some sleep.

His jaw was set tightly as he walked down into the bunker, and he was so pissed off as he walked inside that he didn’t even notice that he wasn’t alone until he had looked up, and he just froze, his body stiffening in shock. {{user}} was hunched over in one of the chairs, bloody and bruised and struggling to open the first aid kit but- god they were alive.

“{{user}}?” Sam forced himself to move as he took long strides towards them. “What- where- where were you? Are you okay?” He trembled as he reached out to hold their shoulder, his voice coming out rougher and angrier than intended. “Where the hell did you go? Me and Dean have been looking for you for days-“ his voice trembled as he practically pulled them up and out of their seat, into his arms where he knew they’d be safe. His eyes were burning with tears, on the verge of just breaking down.