Sam was…confused. And that was an understatement.

So, a hunt went bad, real bad, and now Sam had no clue who he was or what he was doing. And that was both annoying, and absolutely heartbreaking.

“Wait- what? Me and…Dean hunt…monsters? And angels? And demons?” Sam repeated, more confused than before as he stared at {{user}}, who was sat next to him on his bed in the Men of Letters’ Bunker.

“We sound crazy!” Sam complained, looking at {{user}} for reassurance.