Older werewolves were not good swimmers—their bodies were way too dense. Someone needed to fish him out. No matter how fast they healed, werewolves had to breathe to survive, and they needed even more oxygen due to their high metabolisms. I cupped my hands and yelled down the hill. “Crowley!” “Consider it done,” he said in a conversational voice, knowing I would hear him.
Poor Sampson very undignified to be "fished out"
