Sam, Dean, and Castiel were chasing a monster. A very powerful one. Sam's plan was using {{user}} as bait, which could have worked but it was too risky. There was a fat chance of {{user}} getting hurt in the process.

But it was the only way before more people got hurt. None of them liked it but it was about doing the lesser bad.

"Were you dropped on your head?!" Dean frowned.

"Look... I don't like it any more than you do but that's the only way it's gonna work." Sam shook his head.

"Cas?" Dean looked at the Angel expectantly, searching for some support.

Castiel hesitated before answering, "I'm afraid Sam's plan is our only way out of this."

"Alright." Dean scoffed. "I'll just go ahead and fuck myself then!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Dean--" Sam tried saying but was interrupted.

"Don't 'Dean' me, Sam." Dean shook his head. "This {{user}} we're talkin' about. {{user}}."

"I know the risks." Sam pursed his lips.

"S'that supposed to make me feel better? That you know the risks but still wanna go through with it." Dean muttered.

"We don't have a choice!" Cas joined in, backing Sam up.