A/N This story starts after Devil's Trap, Sam and Dean our on their own again hunting a new baddie but something is interfering with their progress.

Old Meets New Style

Chapter 1: Leaving Bobby

Dean woke up in hospital and looked over to the next bed. There was Sam frantically trying to type something into their laptop.

"So how long have we been here and where's dad?" he rasped.

Sam jumped and he looked over, "Dean. Thank god you're awake," he replied trying to get out of bed to get to Dean. Seeing Dean's 'I'm waiting' expression he continued, "we've been here for three weeks."

"How's dad?"

"He must be fine, cuz he disappeared as soon as he could," Sam grumbled.

Dean raised his eyebrows disappointed that their father had done a runner so soon. "Surprised you didn't take off after him," he snarked.

"What and leave you to wake up alone after all that happened," Sam replied in surprise.

Dean glanced over. "Oh I'm touched, I didn't know you cared," Dean replied sarcastically trying to move his hand but unable to because of the IV's.

Sam continued, ignoring Dean's comment, "besides he'd gone before I woke up and they wouldn't let me follow him because of a concussion. Only let me have the laptop this morning because I was causing them so much grief."

"And I thought you could use those puppy dog eyes to get anything," Dean smirked.

"Only with you," Sam grinned back.

"Surprised they thought you had concussion, didn't you tell them you were always like that," Dean snarked.

Sam flipped him off.

"So what you looking for? Not our next gig cuz I really don't think I'm up to it today," Dean sighed sagging back against the pillows.

"Not exactly," Sam replied. "I've been trying to catalogue incidents and locations to see if there's a type pattern."

Dean looked at him in confusion, "ok, you lost me on catalogue. So how's whatever you're doing going to help us get out of here?"

Sam looked over and smiled, "it's not."

"Then let's concentrate on something that will," Dean demanded.

"First, the nurse will be here in a bit," Sam stated lifting his call button so Dean could see that it had been pressed. "Second, we're not leaving until you're fit to go."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "and thirdly?"

"Third, Bobby will be here later and we can't leave without him."

"And why would that be? I'm sure Bobby can find his own way home without us," Dean snarked.

"Yeah, but we won't without him," Sam snapped. Seeing Dean's look of confused shock he continued, "we need transport and Bobby is our transport."

"So the dream I had about you wrecking the Impala was true?" Dean asked ironically.

"Why do you think you're lying in a hospital bed if the Impala is ok?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe cuz some demon tried to bleed me without an IV."

"And why would I be in this bed?"

"Sympathy vote!" Dean grinned.

"As if!"

"So the Impala was totalled?"

"Bobby got it back to his place to work on it. Lucky he wasn't too far away and the police didn't want to check the trunk."

Just then the nurse walked in and smiled at Dean. "All the girls have been trying to be the first to see you with your eyes open," she smiled. "Guess it's my lucky day." She was slim with long dark hair tied back and beautiful brown eyes. Dean guessed she was about twenty-five and about 5'8".

"Oh, I think it's my lucky day Veronica," Dean replied with his trademark smirk, after checking out her name badge.

"This is going to be fun, I think not," Sam groused and Dean shot him a 'not now' look.

Veronica smiled at Dean oblivious to Sam's comment. "So Dean how are you feeling now you're awake?" she asked.

"Much better for seeing a friendly face," he flirted. "I could do with a drink," he continued licking his lips.

"I'll get you some ice cubes," she replied. "Don't want you drinking too much too soon. I'll be back with the doctor," she finished as she left the room.

As the door closed he turned to Sam with a grin, "are all the nurses like her?"

"Why? Do you want to stop longer if they are?" Sam snarked.

"Well I wouldn't object to a bed bath from her," came the reply.

"You're impossible you spend three weeks in a coma and the first thing you want to do is bang the nurses," Sam complained.

"What can I say? I've always been a sucker for a pretty face," Dean grinned. "So are they all like her?"

"No, they're not and I thought you wanted out of here," Sam responded.

"Well I could stay a day or two if she'd tend to my needs." Dean replied with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

"You're disgusting, can't stop you thinking with your downstairs brain." Sam groused, "any way they change every three days and this is Veronica's third so it'll be big Bertha tomorrow."

"Big Bertha, so what's she like?"

"You'll like her," he grinned.

Dean looked worried Sam was much too happy about something and it was unnerving, obviously Big Bertha wasn't the sort of big he'd like.

Just then Veronica returned with a cup of ice chips and the doctor.

"Mr Plant I'm Dr Ramini. I am your consultant and I'm glad that you have regained consciousness so soon. Have you any questions before I continue?"

"Now that I am conscious how soon before I can leave?" Dean pressed.

"I think it is still very early days in your recovery and far too soon for you to be thinking about leaving. You've been in a major accident and suffered some major injuries; I can not release you until I am sure that you won't have a relapse. I shall be organising a series of tests over the next few days and then I'll have a better idea of when you can leave Mr Plant," Dr Ramini replied.

"Surely I can leave as soon as I feel ok," Dean responded feeling uncomfortable about being trapped; he'd rather fight a dozen demons than have his movements restricted by others.

After performing a few more observations Dr Ramini and Veronica left.

Dean glanced over at Sam who seemed amused that his 'super cool' brother could be made so uncomfortable by people trying to help him. "What?" Dean challenged.

"Nothing," Sam replied a big grin breaking out on his face.

"I said what and no crap this time," Dean retorted annoyed.

"It's just you make out that nothing bothers you and yet you're uptight about staying here," Sam responded. "It's just amusing that people trying to help you makes you nervous."

"Yeah well I've got good reason. What happens when Dean Plant's credit runs out, or they do checks and realise that they've got a dead serial killer in here or worse the demon finds us sat around without anything to protect us? What happens then smart boy?" Dean retorted.

Sam stopped grinning at Dean's words. "Ok point taken but I think we should stay long enough for the tests; I don't want you keeling over in the middle of a fight," Sam stated.

"I know but as soon as we know the score we're out of here," Dean stated giving Sam the look that meant 'no argument'.

"Ok," Sam agreed reluctantly.

"You boys arguing already?" Bobby asked from the doorway.

"Not really," Dean replied.

"Well you're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby smiled. "Thought you were a goner back there; glad the predictions were wrong."

Dean smirked, "you know you can never keep a good man down."

"Yeah well what's the verdict? When will you be released?"

"They've got some tests to do first," Sam answered.

"So it'll be another couple of weeks," Bobby replied concerned.

"They reckon the tests will take a couple of days, then we're out of here," Dean responded.

"Doctors agree with this?" Dean looked sheepish. "That's what I thought," Bobby remarked. "I've sorted your credit for the hospital, so don't worry about that. I put protective symbols on the doors and windows when you were both out of it. Even managed to draw something on your shoulder in case they take you out of here," Bobby continued. "So don't think you're safer out of here, lay low and I'll be back for you in four days," seeing Dean about to protest, "no arguments and I might have good news on the Impala."

"And if we don't?" Dean had to ask.

"Then I won't have time to even look at the Impala," Bobby responded gruffly.

Dean groaned inwardly as Bobby left.

"So no midnight flit?" Sam grinned.

"Seems not, and what are you so happy about?" Dean grumbled.

"Apart from you meeting Big Bertha tomorrow?" Sam teased.

"Yeah, apart from that and what's so wrong with her any way?"

"You'll find out tomorrow and who said anything was wrong?"

"Maybe it's the way you keep threatening me with this woman and you still haven't answered my question," Dean simmered.

"Now what question was that," Sam replied.

"You know what question, the one about why you're so happy," Dean complained. "You know what, forget it, I'm not interested any more."

"Ah Dean don't get upset, it's not often I get to see you being told what to do and taking it. Usually its only dad that can get that reaction," Sam responded.

"Humph," Dean replied trying to get comfortable and go back to sleep. It wasn't as though there was much else for him to do while he waited to be released from this hell on earth.

True to his word Bobby was back in four days, much to Dean's relief. Big Bertha had been too like Missouri for Dean, treating him like a child and pushing all the wrong buttons. Although Veronica was back on duty Dean just wanted to put as much distance as possible between himself and the hospital. Sam had loved every minute of Dean being mothered.

After they were discharged Veronica wheeled Dean out to the car despite his protests. Sam and Bobby walked in front so Dean couldn't see the vehicle. When they parted to get Dean in he gasped, "I thought it was totalled?"

"Not quite but it took a bit of doing to get her straight again," Bobby replied as they looked at the Impala.

Dean ran his hand along the bodywork, "so she's ok now?"

"Still needs some work but I thought you'd want to do that," Bobby replied.

Dean was grinning, "You bet, thanks Bobby. I don't know how to thank you."

"Just get better and kill the demon that messed it up," Bobby replied gruffly.

"Thanks a given," Dean replied as he got into the passenger seat shrugging off help from Sam. "I'm ok I can do it," he grouched at Sam batting the hands away.

"Ok Superman," Sam replied moving round the car to get in the drivers seat, while Bobby got into the back.

As Sam got settled Dean retorted, "bitch."

"Jerk," was the immediate response.

Bobby laughed, "at least you haven't lost your humour."

After settling into Bobby's cabin Dean spent his time training to get help regain his strength and co-ordination and working on the Impala, while Sam swapped between reading Bobby's books and training with Dean. After three weeks Dean was beginning to get bored and started looking for a new gig.

Bobby looked at Dean reading the paper and Sam checking the internet. "So you boys reckon you're ready to get back into the fight?"

Sam looked up, "gotta get back into it some time, now's as good as any time."

Dean looked across, "dad's out looking for the demon and won't return our calls, so it's time we stopped practising and started kicking demon ass."

"When you boys going?"

"In the morning, there's something weird going on in Wisconsin I'd like to check out," Dean replied.

"You got everything you need?"

"Thanks for saving our stuff and the books," Sam replied. "I wouldn't mind borrowing a couple of your books, I'll send them back when I've transferred anything we need to the laptop."

"Sure you just pick the ones you need, I'll trust you to return them," Bobby agreed. "What about you Dean, anything you need?"

"Nah I'm good," he replied. "We've already stocked up on ammo and holy water."

"Well I'll make sure you boys have some food for the journey and you could do with a good rest tonight."

"And Bobby, thanks for everything, we really owe you this time," Dean assured earnestly.

"Just keep yourselves safe and kill that bastard that did this, that'll be enough thanks for me," Bobby replied. "Oh and you could bring John round when you catch up with him."

They left the next morning refreshed and ready to kill any monsters that stepped in their way.

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