Sam couldn’t do anything in time.

It was too late.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}— Shit—,” Sam rambled frustratingly, running over to {{user}}, who was up against the wall as blood fell from his neck and chest.

One of Crowley’s damn hellhounds attacked him…more or less mauled him to a point of almost death. And Sam…god, he didn’t want that.

“Hey, hey— stay with me. Don’t die on me here…” Sam murmured as he cupped {{user}}’s face, tears burning in his eyes.