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"Bobby." Dean greeted as he answered his phone after the sixth ring. "Sorry, it took me long to answer, I was in the middle of something."

"What kind of something?" Bobby grinned.

"Not that kind of something." Dean said back. "Not that I'd ever tell you if it was. I was just talking to a witness."

"Aha. So how's everything?"

"Smalltalk, Bobby? Really?"

"I met Sam. He's fine."

"Huh, good. Thanks."

"Actually I talked to him."

"Aha."

"It didn't really go well." Bobby sighed.

"Yeah, I know. Not your fault. Don't worry about it."

"Dean, what's this job you're doing, right now? Where are you?"

"It's far from you. Somewhere close to Jefferson City."

"What's the job?"

"Skinwalker. At least it seems so."

"Be careful, Dean. It's not safe to hunt alone, not with those new monsters looking for you."

"I can't just step aside and forget about hunting because Sammy's too angry to see straight, Bobby. I'll be careful. If everything goes well, I'll finish this job tonight and I'll head to your place to see if we can find anything about our new lovely fuckers."

"Make sure you come straight back to my place, then. I could use some help. And once again-"

"I won't do anything stupid. I know."

"And don't drink that much, you wise-ass."

"What?"

"I can hear you're opening that damn flask."

"Whatever." Dean growled. "Later."

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Although they'd planned to work together, it was 4 days later when Bobby got another call from Dean.

"Singer."

"Bobby." Dean's voice filled Bobby's ear.

"Dean? Where the hell are you? I thought you said you were going to come here as soon as you finished the job. Did anything go wrong? Where are you and why in the hell didn't you answer your damn phone?"

"What job?" Dean asked, confusion was evident in his voice. "I.. Uh.. Oh, the skinwalker. It went well. My phone is broken."

"Dean, what's wrong? You don't sound so good."

"I tried to call Sam. He hung up on me."

"Are you drunk, Dean?"

"No."

"Dean-"

"I'm not drunk, Bobby." Dean insisted. " I- I needed him and he hung up."

"It's alright, son. Tell me where you are. Are you calling from a motel?"

"Yes. Umm, I'm not sure. I was on my way to your-" a cough interrupted him. It took Dean a minute to finally be able to speak again and when he did he was so out of breath that he sounded like he'd just been running for his life. "I was..on.. - to your... place."

"Dean, dammit. What's wrong?"

Dean remained silent to take a few breaths. "I don't feel so hot. I tried to call Sam, but he didn't want to talk. I.. It took me awhile to remember the number to your new place."

"I have a cellphone, you know?"

"Couldn't remember that o-" another painful wet cough from the other side and Bobby was on his feet, trying to gather some stuff and get to his car.

"What happened to you?"

"Leviathan."

"Crap. I'm on my way, Dean. Just tell me what's the last town you passed."

"Dean." Bobby urged when he didn't get any answer.

"Yeah, I'm thinking." a cough and Dean's voice was back. "Rapid city. I think I'm near Spearfish."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I've gotten out of Rapid City when it-" there was a muffled sound and then a gasp of pain. "Bring your first aid kit, Bobby. It's not good."

"Dean. I'm on my way. Hang on, Son. What's the name of your motel?"

"Wait... Days Inn. Room 8."

"I'll be there in 10 hours, or less." Bobby sighed. "Just hold on, Dean. I'll be there in no time."

"Not going anywhere. Thanks Bobby." And with that the line went dead.

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True to his words, less than 10 hours later Bobby entered the Motel's parking lot and parked his car beside Dean's Impala.

"Open up, Dean." he knocked the door. "What am I expecting, the boy couldn't talk for 2 minutes straight." he chastised himself and picked the lock.

Entering the room, he froze in place. Before his eyes, Dean was lying on his left side on the bed. With his clothes still on, the boy looked battered.

"Dean. How the hell did you get the room looking like this?" he asked the unconscious man.

"Hmm." Dean just moaned.

"Open your eyes, Dean." Bobby ordered, but to no avail. "Hey, Dean. Come on." he shook Dean and tapped his cheek.

Dean blinked a few times but he still had a hard time focusing. "Sammy?"

That single word almost broke Bobby's heart. Sam was the one who Dean needed, and like many other times, he wasn't there when it mattered most. "No, Dean. It's me. Bobby."

"Bobby? Where?" he looked around in confusion.

"The motel. You called me, remember?"

Dean closed his eyes and for a second Bobby thought he had lost consciousness again, but then Dean's eyes opened and he was lucid this time. "The Leviathan. It came out of nowhere. Gotta make sure Sam's fine." he struggled to sit up.

"No." Bobby gently pushed him down. "Gotta make sure you're not gonna die in a crappy motel room. Tell me what hurts?"

"Might be easier if you ask what doesn't."

"OK. What doesn't hurt?"

"Umm, my left toe and... left ear. I think." Dean smirked slightly.

"Your right side took the brunt of the attack then, huh?"

"You could say so."

Helping Dean to shrug off his jacket, Bobby gasped when he saw the huge crimson stain on Dean's shirt. No wonder he was shivering so badly. He had lost a good amount of blood and although the bandages that Dean had put on the wound had slowed down the flow and probably saved his life, it was still sluggishly oozing blood. However it seemed like it had started bleeding again when he had moved to take his jacket off.

"Dean, what the hell?"

"Ruby's knife doesn't work on them."

"No shit. Apparently, it doesn't work on you, either."

Dean chuckled at that.

"What did you do to it?"

"To what?" Dean looked up.

"To that monster?"

"Ah, chopped his head off. You know, like vampires." Dean notified. "Should slow it down, for a while"

Bobby nodded his approval. "We need to get you to the hospital."

"No. We can't. There will be too many questions. Besides, we'll be an easy target there. We need to stay under the radar."

"And bury you under the radar, by the look of it. Dean, you look like hell. I cannot fix this."

"Yes, you can. It's nothing Bobby. No broken bones. Nothing. I'm just one big bruise. Aside from that gash on my back that needs a few stitches, of course."

"That gash and the other ones on your forehead and your arm. And you do have broken bones. Even with one quick look I can say that at least 2 of your ribs are broken, you have 2 broken fingers on your right hand and your right shoulder seems dislocated. There's a dark bruise around your kidney which I don't like at all. The list goes on."

"You're getting faster. You really realize so many things by just looking at me?"

"I guess, I owe that to you. Can you remember how many times you've put me in this situation?"

"I love your bedside manner?"

"Yeah, you could've fooled me. Dean, you're running a fever. We really need to go to the hospital." Bobby insisted. "But I guess it's not an option." he gave up at Dean's glare.

"Thanks." Dean mumbled and closed his eyes.

"Now now, open your eyes. You can't sleep, yet. I need to take care of your wounds and I need you awake to make sure everything is taken care of."

"I can do that." Dean said with half-closed eyes.

"I can see that. OK, I'll start with your back wound."

"Go ahead; just don't start describing every damn thing. Feeling it is enough, I don't need a picture."

"You were coughing a lot when we were on the phone."

"Yeah, my chest kinda hurts."

"Dean, I swear, if you have a punctured lung, I'll drag you to the hospital."

"Fair enough. I don't have one, though."

Bobby worked hard for the next few hours to patch Dean up. It was even worse than what it seemed and Bobby had vowed to himself that if Dean's fever didn't break by the morning or if he wasn't any better, he'd get him to the nearest hospital. "Screw those monsters; you've to be alive to face them."

And of course things changed for the worse during the night. After all, it was Dean, a Winchester, who was lying on that bed; usually luck was not on their side.

Bobby had no choice but to call an ambulance.

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... TBC ...

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A/N: Ahhh, it's not fair! I swear I've written the whole 'chop its head off' thing before watching the episode! =D Now, it seems like I've copied it! :D
Will you believe me if I say it was totally my own idea? :D

After watching this episode, I figured that some stuff and information in this story might not exactly match the show. I can't change them, though! They should stay this way! Sorry for those little points!

Please don't forget to let me know what you think. :)

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