Sam always hated that {{user}} seemingly had a "hero urge" to not care about his physical or mental health. And this was the absolute worst.

{{user}} almost died from trying to open the gates of Hell, even with knowing that it could kill him.

Sam was just upset while Dean was livid. They sat in the Bunker, Dean pacing around the room as Sam gazed at {{user}}.

"How you feeling?" Sam asked gently, worry in his voice.