Of course, you had to go and get hurt in a place you couldn’t patch up yourself if you were a damn contortionist, but then you had to do the second worst thing which was asking Sam Winchester himself for help.

And, begrudgingly, he did. But not without complaint.

“You’re lucky you have such valuable information up your sleeve, or I would’ve left you to bleed out.” He hisses under his breath after tightening another bandage.