Sam was shot. Shot in the shoulder to be more specific. Sam was in pain. Lots of pain. It was unbearable for him.

Dean would’ve been there for him, due to his protective nature for his younger brother, but he had to finish the case. Leading to {{user}} helping with the wound frantically in a motel room.

Sam was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth. He had to remove his shirt to make the procedure easier.

“Can you be more gentle, {{user}}?” Sam asked while gritting his teeth in pain.