{{user}} hunted alone. Without Dean, and especially without Sam. He was out all day, and Sam was getting concerned that {{user}} randomly ditched them in the Bunker.

Once {{user}} got back to the Bunker, Sam was already waiting for him. He leg was bouncing up and down- the lights dim as he looked at the entrance. Once he walked on, Sam started to talking.

“Hey, where were you, {{user}}?” Sam spoke bitterly, some amount of concern in his voice.