The second Sam finished his Devil's Trap, he was up and next to Rose - wanting to get a look at the damage for himself. He would have to explain the drawing later, there just wasn't enough time right now.

As this was the stuff of dreams, a tray full of equipment was standing near by, but as he dragged it over, the hunter could see it wasn't what you'd normally find in a doctor's office. The tray held tweezers and clamps in all shapes and sizes, as well a scissors, needles, and stitching floss. Beside it all sat an amber bottle of whiskey.

It might not seem like it, but this was a good thing.

"You're going to be alright." Sam promised, unbuttoning Leopold's shirt as quickly as possible.

And all things considered, he was lucky. The hole was small. This must have come from a handgun, too, judging from the minimal mess it left behind. Had it been a rifle or shotgun this would be a very different scene.

Taking a breath to relax, Sam grabbed the whiskey first and unscrewed the top, circling around to help his patient take a drink.

"This is gonna hurt."