Dean reaches for his cellphone and dials. He jams the phone against his face to keep Sam from seeing his hand shake.

"Dr. Rayne, please." He watches her kiss her daughter and walk the little girl across the hood of the car, not impressed with the sacrilege committed against the classic Mustang. "It's John Winchester. It's an emergency."

Out of the corner of his eye Dean watches Sam watching the family, transfixed. He knows what his little brother is seeing. They look happy. Normal. A happy normal looking hunter's family. Just great. Another lifetime moment worthy discussion for later. Never mind that his own chest aches.

"I'll hold." He says, his attention back to her now. Lilly. She hands her daughter back to the hunter and unclips the phone from her waist. She speaks for a second nodding to the man, covering the receiver with her hands, saying something. He tucks the little girl under one arm, his face now concentrating on the cell. She nods again and speaks into the phone. Five seconds later Dean is connected. Speaking to her. Watching her talk to him.

"John, is everything alright?" She has an accent. English. Rich sounding.

"John?" She asks again.

"Uh. No. It's not." He finds himself stammering. "It's not John, I mean."

"How did you get this number?" She begins looking around, surveying the space, the night, her face alive, alert, sharp. It occurs to Dean she might also have something to do with the 'family business.' She moves her body to stand in front of the hunter's, effectively shielding the little girl. There's training in her movements. He recognizes it. He looks at Sam and nods toward her.

"I know." Sam whispers, he sees it too.

"Uh. Sorry. From John. We..uh..my brother and me, we're in the same line of work. He said we should call you, if we uh…needed to." He shrugs at Sam, what the hell else do I say?

"Do you know where to find me?" She asks. Clipped tones, all business. Formidable is right.

"Yes. I mean the ER, San Fran Grace, right?" Dean clears his throat. Pulls himself together, this is it.

"Yes. Can you come in on your own? Are you hurt badly? Bleeding?"

"Uh no, no bleeding. It's hard to explain. We can... We can be there in ten minutes."

"I'll see you in ten. Come in through the main ER doors. Use the name Roberts and make sure to complain of chest pain. It's pretty quiet. They'll put you in an exam room and I'll come to you."

"Roberts. Chest pain. OK." Dean can barely think, barely form another sentence. Which is fine. She's already clipped the phone shut. She talks to the hunter with the child in his arms, kisses him again and he loads the little girl in the car up . She's walked back into the ER before he's even driven away.

"You ready for this?" Sam asks.

"No." Dean says. "You?"

"I don't know. Depends. Do we even know what this is?" Sam almost laughs. There is disbelief in voice. Dean snorts a small laugh.

"No. But we won't find out from here."

They get out of the car and Dean's heart pounds. He feels strange, off. Even the loud squeak of the Impala's doors sounds tinny and distant. He has butterflies and swears under his breath when he realizes his palms are sweaty. He hasn't felt like this since his first hunt. Since his last first day of school. He swaggers, cocky, his usual slick shield in place, but his insides vibrate and the blood inside him hums, ready. For something. Sam doesn't look any better.

"Lets go." They walk to the ER entrance.