Sam, Dean, and {{user}} did a hunt, like they always did. But, something went wrong. Horribly wrong in Sam's and Dean's eyes.

Once they finished the hunt, Sam and {{user}} went to their motel room they had to share. And Sam just needed to vent out how scared he was for {{user}}.

{{user}} sat on one of the beds, his face heavily bruised, some bruises getting some blood. Sam paced around the room and looked at {{user}}.

"Why did you do that? Why did you get in front of the werewolf?"