"I don't know what you're so worked up about. It's just a scratch." Samandriel said, sitting patiently on the motel bed as a flustered Adam tended to the angel's injury.

"It's just a- Samandriel, you were shot!" he cried, wiping at the wound harsher than was probably safe or necessary.

It had been a normal demon hunt, just like any other, when it happened. Maybe they were getting overconfident, forgetting just how dangerous and resourceful demons could be. Maybe that was why, before he knew it, the demon Samandriel thought he'd disposed of was suddenly up again, a gun aimed at his partner's head. Samandriel had acted quickly. With barely a second to spare, he threw himself at Adam the moment the gun fired, forcing both of them to the ground. Adam dispatched the demon properly with a well-aimed throw from his borrowed angel blade after that narrow escape, but he was back at the angel's side immediately. A steady stream of blood was running down the side of his head from a cut on his forehead, showing no signs of letting up, and he looked like he barely even noticed.

"I think we're done here, Adam. Let's go back."

The wound still hadn't stopped bleeding, and Adam was starting to panic. He tried to recall the first aid classes he took when he was 10, thankful for his good memory. Wasn't the best way to treat a bleeding head wound to apply pressure to it or something?

"I don't see how all of this is necessary, Adam." Samandriel sighed, "You seem to be forgetting that I'm an angel. I can heal myself." He was rewarded for his input with a wet cloth hurled at his face and a glare so fierce he suspected even Crowley would recoil in fear.

"Don't ever do that again." Adam hissed. To anyone else, the young man standing in front of him would look extremely pissed off, but Samandriel knew better. Beneath the thinly veiled mask of anger, he could see just how worried the human was.

"Why?" Samandriel returned his glower with a steady gaze of his own. He wasn't going to back down now; he knew he'd done the right thing, "Surely it's better for me to suffer a minor injury than for you to die."

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point? Please, tell me."

"It's- I- I just don't want someone I care about so much to sacrifice themselves for me..." Adam mumbled, absentmindedly stroking the angel's face with his thumb.

Samandriel smiled. Finally, progress.

"It's okay," he soothed, gently pulling Adam by the wrist so he was sat next to him, "I'm okay. It takes a lot more than a graze from a bullet to harm an angel of the Lord."

"But do you feel okay?" Adam asked, looking doubtful. Thankfully, the cut wasn't anywhere near as deep as he was expecting from the amount of blood there was, but he was still concerned.

"Of course. This is nothing."

Adam breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good."