John perked up immediately when he heard the other's voice. His whole right arm was swollen, and bruised, but it wasn't bleeding on the outside. John held it against himself as he spotted the extremely tall male.
"You. Sam Winchester?" John asked, shouting. "This way. Right now. You're going to help him." John was clearly angry, much more angry than he had been. Something had irritated him past the pain.
"You're going to save him, and then I'm going to kick his brother in the mouth." He growled, pointing towards the houses across from the cemetery.