The three weeks not said in the episode

"Go, drive!" Dean shouted as he hobbled into the car, the morphine still pumping through his system. Glancing round he was relieved to see his little brother still out cold but safe in the back.

"That was too close." Bobby muttered through gritted teeth as he pushed the gas harder going faster down the freeway. Silence fell among them for a while both relieved they had all gotten out of there alive.

"Bobby how did you survive? We thought you were dead!" dean stated, glancing at his older step father. He watched as he shrugged keeping his eyes focussed on the road ahead.

"We need to get out of this van. The authorities will be looking for it now." Dean nodded, his muddled brain agreeing with him.

Soon Dean watched as Bobby pulled them off the freeway and towards a small town located ten miles from when they were now. Dean kept his mind silent, absently aware that his leg was beginning to ache and to take his mind off it he glances at his still unconscious brother grateful to see the steady rise and fall of his chest. An oxygen mask at his mouth.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer but needing the certainty that Bobby will bring.

"He will be." Bobby's voice was determined as they drove scanning the lanes for a car able to be stolen. Finally slamming on the breaks he found one that fitted what they needed and pulling up next to it he turned the ambulance engine off.

Helping as much as he could Dean hobbled out of the car and using the crutches jumped over to the car they were taking before pulling out his pick pocket kit and getting to work and breaking in and starting the car. Keeping an eye on Bobby he saw how he pulled Sam out on the bed pushing it towards Dean's car now with the engine stated. Jumping around to the passenger side he held the bed in place as Bobby lifted his gawky brother into the back seat allowing him to sprawl out over the car. Once in Dean rearranged the oxygen mask so it was still over Sam's face and glancing at his brother one last time he hoped back to the front passenger seat and allowed bobby to drive them off.

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Finally after what seemed like hours of driving they arrived at what Dean would soon realise was Rufus's old safety house. Dean was getting grouchy, his leg throbbed and his concern turned to his brother who was yet to wake. He wondered how hard that leviathan had hit him, and shuddered with the response. He should have been stronger, he shouldn't have let Sam take the brunt of the attack they just faced.

"Get yourself inside Dean, you can't help me." Bobby stated as he removed Sam's oxygen mask placing it on the car seat before pulling Sam's limp body towards him. "Come on kiddo, let's get you inside."

"Let me help you." Dean exclaimed jumping forward and grabbing the mask.

"Right well go open the door and turn the lights on." He grunted under the weight of Sam's heavy body.

Dean hobbled forward and after much effort the door opened creaking in protest as it went, fumbling around he finally found the light and after a few seconds the lights flickered on although unneeded in the afternoon's sun. Moving out of the way he allowed Bobby to drag his limp brother towards the sofa where once placed Dean placed the mask back on thankful to see the gradual rise and flow of his chest.

Sinking in the seat next to Sam, Dean sighed. They were purgatory's top wanted, his brother was seeing behind the cracks of hell-God knows what he was seeing Dean dreaded to think. Bobby's house was burnt, he had a broken leg.

Wow they were fucked!