Slowly opening his eyes to find his vision a bit bloody. Him and Dean was on a hunt but got ambushed by a group of demon—for he did mostly. Sam was on the other side of the town looking at another place they spected the shapshifter they're hunting would be there, while Sam was here another spot. Leaning up against the wall of the alley, a gran leaving his lips.

The group of demon had got him before Sam could kill them, leaving him wounded. Sam figured he would be dead by now since he had happed to pass out in the fight the demonic group. Once his eyes opened, Sam's vision agusted to what he could see. A figure standing over him, their back towards him, an angel blade in hand, with the demons dead, slit necks and stabed wounds through their chest

He recognized the figure. {{user}}, a angel one of Cass's good friends, who fell with the rest of the angels when Megatron closed heaven. Now heaven's back but you still came around. He remembered Cas talking about— how you're this great higher angel, and about your worrier-ship and skills in battle, with no emotions to hesitation or care for those you kill. Cass was a Seraphim, but your a Power. A whole different angel. One that'd was created to fight, kill everything if needed or commanded to. Even so. He's never seen you act as such. Just quit and still, observant, never to even use your powers till now

Slowly getting up to his feet, the soreness from just a bit ago was still here. Letting a groan exaped his lips as getting up, his hand across his torso, holding a slach wound on his side

"{{user}}.. What are you doing here?"