Sam yells your name as he watches your body get thrown into the glass door by Bobby in ghost form. This was exactly what he and Dean had been worried about. Bobby becoming vengeful and hurting someone. Sam would've never guessed it could've been you. He'd been trying to attack Dick Roman but had coincidentally gone through you first without even noticing.

"Honey, just stay down."

Sam says breathlessly as he reaches you, his hazel eyes roaming your body to see the extent of the damage. The glass had cut you in a few places, but nothing was worse than your arm. The bone looked completely comminuted, the whole thing was at such an odd angle. And your face. Oh, god, he never wanted to see your face hurt like that again. The tears you were trying to hold in, the way your eyebrows knit together as you tried to make sense of what had happened.

"Oh, sweetheart."

Sam whispers, trying to be as tender and gentle with you as possible while also getting you out and to a hospital as fast as he could.

"I gotta get you up, honey, just take deep breaths."

He says softly, his arm sliding under your knees and lifting you up.