Obviously the characters are not mine and I don't earn money with them. No copyright infringement intended. I just borrow them to play a bit – with care and respect.
I am very new to this fandom, in case you find any contentual mistakes, I'd be happy if you point them out to me.

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Chapter 1

"Come on, Dean…. Come on Dean!" Bobby pressed through his teeth.

A moment later, the passenger door of the ambulance opened and Bobby felt a rush of panic when he wondered if there had been another one of those monsters he hadn't seen before.

But when he turned his head he saw Dean climbing into the vehicle.

While he fumbled for the gear shift he cursed that his hands wouldn't move faster.

"Go. Go. Go. Go!" Dean panted.

He stepped on the gas pedal and the ambulance speed away.

In the rear view mirror he could see the two fake doctors stop running after them, realizing the vehicle couldn't be stopped by foot.

He didn't slow down, but some of the tension left his body.

As soon as they reached the main street he reduced their speed.

No need to risk an accident.

Now he had time to look Dean over and he saw him clinging to the open window frame and the panel in front of him. He wasn't buckled in and his eyes weren't really focused, but his knuckles where white from trying to hang on.

"Dean? You okay?"

It took some long seconds until Dean grunted, "Yeah."

"You don't look okay, what's going on?"

"Barely made it down the hall…" Dean panted, his voice hoarse, "Hate morphine… makes me slow…"

"Yeah, but… you might not been able to make it down the hall without it. You're in quite some pain."

"Almost got me killed."

Bobby tried to focus his attention to both, the street and his friend.

He heard Dean breathe hard and when he shot him another glance saw he was swaying in the seat and blinking frantically to clear his head.

"Adrenaline wearing off?... Lean back so you don't fall into the dashboard. Buckle in."

The younger man leaned back with a jerky movement and his head collided with the wall behind the seat with a soft 'thud'.

Bobby winced and then saw out of the corner of his eye that Dean was fumbling with the seatbelt.

He hadn't had time to plan this escape thoroughly. Right now they were heading down the main road to leave the town as fast as they could, it was the opposite direction his home had been.

He was frantically trying to figure out where to go with an unconscious Sam. They'd need a doctor sooner or later.

Then he remembered one of Rufus' save houses near the border, but it was a long way to get there, probably 18 hours just driving time.

They'd need to plan this carefully, switch cars, show Sam's MRI results to a trustworthy doctor, give him the chance to get some rest.

"Fetch the medical file, it's at your feet and read me the results of the head scan…"

When Dean didn't bent over to get the folder he looked over once more.

Dean was still trying to buckle himself in.

"Hey?"

The younger hunter lifted his gaze but his eyes were glazed over and he seemed to have difficulties focusing on anything.

"Dean, you're with me?"

They were outside of town now, heading down an empty rural road. Bobby spotted a widening of the street and took his foot off the gas pedal, the vehicle started to slow down.

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean had frozen mid-movement, belt in one hand, fumbling for the connector with the other.

Bobby stopped the bulky car just in time to see Dean's eyes roll back into his head.

A moment later he slumped forwards, with a soft grunt.

Bobby managed to catch him just in time to prevent further injuries, but the sudden heavy weight made him curse.

"Dammit, boy."

Dean has completely blacked out.

With quite some effort Bobby managed to heave him upright again, then leaned him back against the opposite corner between the door and the seat. The seatbelt wouldn't hold him upright properly, so this was the only way to go to prevent his head from rolling uncontrollable once they continued their ride.

He reached over and checked Dean's pulse, it was a bit fast. Then he placed the back of his hand against his cheek. The clammy and pale skin of Dean's face made Bobby wonder if they should go to the next hospital ASAP.

He fetched Sam's medical file.

Since he wasn't a doctor he couldn't do much, but at least he'd know if there was the need to act fast due to more serious problems.

But the report made him relax, it just said: severe concussion - in medical slang of course, but due to the amount of injuries that came with a hunter's lifestyle Bobby was familiar with this kind of medical terms.

He sighed, due to relief, but nevertheless he had two unconscious men in the ambulance who both needed care and meds.

Since they had stopped already, he'd take his time to check on Sam. There hadn't been time before. He exited the car and went in the back.

Sam's condition seemed to be unchanged.

At least they had a huge amount of medical supplies with them now, but they should get rid of the vehicle as soon as possible, it would raise suspicion if they parked it at a motel.

He checked the interior and found two paramedic rain jackets on a hook in the corner. He switched one of them with his suit jacket and found on a matching cap in the storage overhead.

While he walked back to the driver seat he adjusted the width and put the cap on.

"Dean?"

There was no response and he once more checked the older brother's pulse, it had calmed down a bit.

"Okay, here we go."

They drove north and Bobby tried to remember which motel on the route might allow him to hide an ambulance nearby.

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