A cell phone rings. Sam rolls over and sees it's not his but Dean's.

"Dean, wake up man. Your phone's ringing."

"Huh..." Dean rolls over and grabs his phone. "Hello... Yes this is John Wayne." He sits up on the bed. "What? Where? I'll be there as soon as I can." He looks over at Sam who is giving him his confused puppy face. "We gotta go. Bobby's in the hospital."

The boys get dressed, check out, and get in the car in less than 10 minutes. Dean's driving fast. He's in a hurry and this worries Sam. It means Bobby is really hurt. "Um...so what did they say?"

"Who?"

"The hospital, Dean."

"Oh, just that Bobby's there and I'm his emergency contact, so they called."

"Is he okay? What else did they say? What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, okay." Sam was worried and he knew Dean was worried. Bobby is like family to them. He is all they have left aside from each other.

Dean sees the front desk receptionist and walks straight to her. She's kind of hot he notices, but he's got to time for that, he needs to know how Bobby's doing. "I'm looking for Robert Singer. I got a call that he was here."

The receptionist types into her computer. "He's in room 204. Dr. Mason is taking care of him. His office is right down the hall." She smiles at him, but he hardly notices because he's already turned to head down the hall."

"Thanks," he mumbles as he walks towards the doctor's office.

He knocked lightly on the office door and waited for a response. When he heard a low call come in, he walked in slowly, trying to slow down time. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Um…I'm John Wayne, Robert Singer's emergency contact."

"Oh, yes. What your relation to the patient?"

"I'm a close friend. He's like a father to me." Dean notices Dr. Mason looking at Sam, so he added, "This is my brother."

"I see. Well your friend suffered some pretty serious injuries. It appears he received a blow to the head. He also had internal bleeding. He lost a lot of blood. His body has shut down, he's in a comma."

"Who brought him in?"

"A young lady brought him in. Since she's not his emergency contact I couldn't really talk to her about his condition. She's probably in his room with him now though. Said she thinks someone was trying to break in to the patient's home because she saw a car speeding from the direction of his house."

"Thank you doc. May we go see him now?"

"Sure, if you have any more questions you know where to find me. I'll be by in about and hour or so to check in on him."

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Dean and Sam walked down the hallway to Bobby's room. Upon approaching the room he heard a very familiar voice begging Bobby to wake up. He knew exactly who the young lady that brought Bobby in was and he swore his heart skipped a beat just thinking her name.

Dean took a deep breath and forced himself to walk into the room. Sam followed behind. As they walked in he heard her whispering to Bobby.

"Dad, please wake up. I need you now more than ever. Please wake up."

The young girl sat on a chair right next to the bed where Bobby lay. The brunette sat very still holding Bobby's hand. Dean couldn't help but stare. Suddenly she turned sharply to find him staring. He felt completely consumed by the power of her stare. Her green eyes popping against her olive skin and dark hair.

She gives him a small smile but doesn't lower the intensity of her gaze. "Dean, what are you doing here?"

He smiles back, a small smile, not his patented charming Winchester smile, but a smile none the less. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I was in town visiting Dad and I found him like this. You?"

"I'm his emergency contact."

"Figures."

"What? Did you expect him to use you as an emergency contact? You were the one that said you didn't want this life. You walked out on him, remember. I don't think he relied much on you."

She stood up suddenly, furiously, and walked over to Dean. Her gaze full of anger, "You know nothing about my relationship with my father, so keep your comments to yourself."

With that she went back to her chair, sat down, and grabbed a hold of her father's hand again. She seemed oddly broken to Dean. As if all her energy had been drained and yelling at Dean took what little she had left. Her eyes, which were shooting daggers at him, only a minute ago, were now full of sadness and fear. He wanted to comfort her. Tell her it was gonna be okay. Instead he looked away and left the room.

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Sam followed Dean out of the room.

"Alex is here," Sam said stating the obvious.

"Yea, I saw that."

"Dude, I thought she and Bobby weren't in contact."

"So did I."

"Maybe they've been in contact as of late. I mean she said she came to visit him, maybe he called her. If you think about it, it makes total sense. With the apocalypse and all, he must be worried he might not get to see her again, so he reached out. What do you think?"

Sam had been so busy theorizing that he hadn't noticed Dean wasn't paying attention to him.

"Dean, you here man?"

"Huh…um, yea. We need to figure out who or what attacked Bobby. My guess is it has to do with demons."

"Yea, me too. I wonder if Alex saw something. I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee. You can ask her."

Sam smirked quickly before trotting off down the hall in search of coffee. Dean didn't even have a chance to respond. Well, there was nothing left to do but walk back in. Dean took a deep breath and tried to settle himself.

Come on man. Calm down, it's just Alex. Dean scoffs at his own thoughts. Just Alex. I must be out of my mind. Nothing is ever that simple.

Alexandra Singer is Bobby's daughter. When her mother died and her father became a hunter, she followed in his footsteps for a while, leading the life of a hunter. Her life was more settled than ours since Bobby didn't move around as we did, but he still left a lot on hunts. Like Sam, Alex dreamed of a normal life and so when she turned 20 she left him in search of normalcy. She headed to college in Chicago and never looked back, or so he thought. Alex never refused to believe in the supernatural, she just chose to ignore it. But she was here now. What did that mean?

Ok, you just need to go in there and talk to her. You should probably start by apologizing for earlier.

Dean took another deep breath and opened the door. He stands on the other side of Bobby's bed looking down at him. Alex, who is across from him, looks up at him. They stare at each other in silence for a minute but to Dean it feels like minutes.

"What do you want Dean?"

"Hello to you too." He gives her a slight smirk.

"Hello…." She smiles slightly. "Happy now. What do you want?"

"It's been a long time, Alex. How you been?"

"Who's fault is that?" She stands up.

"Hey!" Dean says raises his hands up, "Let not point fingers."

"Fine…so what do you want?"

"What really happened to your father?"

"I'm not sure. I got there too late."

"Did you see anything or anyone?"

"Well, when I got there, Dad was sprawled out on the floor bleeding all over the place. I ran to him, took him to my car and brought him here. Who would do this to him?"

"Why were you visiting your father?"

"What? Why? Do you think I have something to do with this?" Anger pouring out of her now.

"Of course not. I was just under the impression that you and Bobby weren't speaking. You did walk out on him," Dean replied quietly. He didn't want to upset more than he'd already had.

"That is where you are wrong. I walked out on the supernatural, never on my father. I talk to him every night. I have done so since I left home. I thought it was time I came to see him rather than he coming to see me. Plus, with Lucifer rising and the apocalypse, I thought I should come see him, just in case."

"Did he know you were coming?"

"Yea, I called him when I was close by and he asked me to pick up some food for him. If I'd just gone straight there, maybe he wouldn't be here now." She turned to look at her father.

Alex covered her face and began crying. Dean walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned into him and hugged him. He pulled her close into a comforting hug. He swallowed hard. He didn't like to see her like this.

He pulls back so that he is looking at her face. "It's not your fault." He gave her a slight squeeze. "Sam and I are going to head to Bobby's to see if we can get any clues as to what did this."

"I wanna go too."

"Um you should probably stay here. You're not exactly an expert when it comes to the supernatural."

"I want to go, Dean. I need to find what did this and destroy it limb from limb."

Fire flashed in her eyes. The anger and need for revenge, wiping away the vulnerability of just a few minutes before. Alex had always been someone driven by pure emotion, switching from one mood to the next without any warning at all.

"What if it has no limbs?"

She gave him a small smirk. "Well, I may be no expert in the supernatural, but isn't it yours and Sam's forte?"

"Look, we're gonna find out what this is all about, why Bobby was attacked, but I don't want you to get hurt. Maybe you should stay out of the way."

"Okay."

"Okay? I've known you for over 20 years and you've never just given in. What's the catch?"

She shrugs and smiles, "No catch." She looks towards the door where Sam just got back with three cups of coffee.

Sam gave Dean a cup, and then turned to Alex. "I wasn't sure if you drank coffee or not but I brought you a cup anyways just in case."

"Thanks, Sam." She smiles at him and he blushes a bit. Dean is giving his brother a slightly annoyed look.

"We're going to Bobby's to see if we find anything." Dean walks towards the door, but stops when he realizes Sam isn't following, but watching Alex intently instead. "Dude, get a move on."

Sam jumped as Dean startled him and whispered a see you later to Alex on his way out.