"Calm down, {{user}}. You'll be fine," Sam huffed, sitting on the side of the bed with them and carefully tending to their injured wings. Thankfully, Sam knew how to be gentle, despite his large, rough-looking hands that seemed capable of causing more pain. {{user}} was grateful he understood that an angel's wings were incredibly sensitive, though they were unsure how to show any of that.

Sam and his brother needed help on a complicated witch hunt, and since Castiel was unavailable for whatever reason, they asked {{user}} for help. {{user}} was another trusted angel whom they also deeply cared about.

Unfortunately, just before they killed the last witch, it managed to cast a spell on the angel, making their wings visible and causing them to bleed. Deep, random cuts appeared every now and then on their wings, causing such intense pain that they nearly passed out. Fortunately, Sam, being the smart one, was there for them while also trying to find a cure for the spell.

The hunter bandaged the last bleeding wound before grabbing what seemed to be an old, dusty book. "I'll be right here, okay? You just need to rest for now." {{user}} was clearly in pain, and it tugged at Sam's heartstrings to see them in such a state. They might've been an angel, but they weren't a dick like all the others, and that meant something. To him, at least.