Everything around him was white. Like some sci-fi movie or the Matrix. Sam didn't have the slightest clue where he was.
"Hellooooo?" he called out, half-hoping for a response from somewhere. And he got one. A loud voice, booming and echoing from above shouted down, "YOUR VILLAGE IS SHIT!"
Suddenly, Sammy was on a road, and he saw Dean on the other side of the road being attacked by a wild Putin! The road was clear both ways, so he ran fast but a car came out of nowhere! Sammy hit the hood, his body breaking the glass and he hit the ground hard, with pain flooding his body. Luckily, it was a car made from a foreign company, so he wasn't hurt too badly. When he stood up, he was in a hospital.
Looking for Dean, he only saw nurses and doctors looking at him in horror. He looked down at his own body and soon realized why. He had been shot.
Wait! Laura things getting shot would be less painful than tearing muscles or breaking bones, so fuck this shit. His knees were both turned at angles that didn't look human and he fell to the ground, feeling like his legs were being gnawed off by a lion. Wait! They ARE BEING GNAWED OFF BY A LION! (#OwningThisWhumpThingForYouDarling)
"What fucked up world am I in?!" the now paraplegic Sammy screamed to the sky. "Mine." The Great Whump Lord of…Whump said. And with that, Sam went through unimaginable torture forever and eveeeeeeeeeer.
FIN.