"T-Tell her...I'm sorry...I promised her...I'd always be there...I'm sorry, Evie...I'm..." The man choked out before letting out a final, soft sigh as his eyes glazed over. Death had welcomed him into the afterlife. Despite not having a soul, Sam couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor man who sacrificed his life to protect a kid. He reached over and gently closed the man's eyes before sighing. 

He was going to say something before a high pitched scream of terror and pain rang out further into the warehouse, the same scream a teenage girl would make. He quickly looked at Dean in worry, hoping they weren't too late.