Sam ducked and let Dean fall over one shoulder, grunted, and staggered for the car. He'd looked for three fucking days, days while Dean was strapped to a chair.
Once Dean was settled, Sam called Bobby.
"Tell Jefferson I have Dean. I don't care what he does to those assholes now …."
"He looks like shit. Worse than after he was electrocuted."
Dean slurred, "Nah Raw Head. Hunters." He rolled his head. "Where?"
"Ex-hunters, don't worry."
It used to be just him being hunted. Now Dean was walking around with a neon sign flashing 'Back from the Dead – Hunt Me'.