Sam had enough sense to know that this was bad. He felt like he could breathe, he was hot and restless, he wanted to kick the door open and take off running but his legs couldn't stretch far enough and he could barely get his body to do anything. He lifted his head up and shook it to try and get him off but it didn't achieve as much as he wanted.

So he settled for slamming it back down in the hopes he smacked the bastard right in the dick.