Sam wakes up with a start, throwing a wild punch; dad had always told them to not let anyone get the jump on him. But then he breathes deeply, forehead sweaty and pulse racing, and sits up in bed very urgently.

"What? What is it? Something happening?" Because he needs to be prepared. Being soft-hearted hasn't particularly changed the desire to be prepared. He looks around the room, dazed and confused, finding nothing out of place. Instead, he rubs his face. "How long was it this time?"