"Bobby wait!"
He didn't. Just barrelled into the room, into a hail of … well, light or something.
"Sam, genetically, he's Winchester , isn't he?"
Sam and Dean rushed in. The room was empty – and dark.
Sam flicked on his flashlight and searched the room while Dean knelt beside Bobby, who lay inert on the floor.
"Bobby?"
Bobby woke – eyes opening to … Dean. He shuddered.
"Crap! Thought I was dead - angel – chick … comin' for me..."
"Oh, gee, sorry Bobby, just saved your ass but I'm not a chick angel."
"Thank God."
Bobby looked around.
"Saved me from what?"