Sam didn't want to, but he had to admit defeat. All he had was a crappy first aid box that had probably been under the sink of the motel since before the dawn of time. Even if he was a surgeon he still probably couldn't fix Jo.
He was stubborn, but he wasn't stupid.
He shifted so he could hold her in his arms. "You can't go die on me. How am I supposed to set you and Dean up on a date, huh? And who am I going to take hunting with me when Dean's being a jerk?"