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Sam woke up sweating, panting and gripping the bedsheet. Flashes of his former life had stolen his sleep once again…

It was what he paid for the peaceful life. Back when, he had seldom had nightmares… Almost never… Because he rubbed noses with it almost every day. He didn't have time to relax back then, and since it had been all action, all of the time, the nightmares never really found him…

Now, the most adrenaline filled post of his schedule was the two nights a week he held martial arts classes… And that was far from enough to keep what psychologists might call PTSD at bay…

"Relax babe, go back to sleep…" Jess' sleepy voice spoke beside him.

"Think I need a run…" he gasped back, scooting off the bed and opening the drawer that held his shorts and tees… "Be back when… You know…"

In the mirror he saw Jess nodding, it wasn't a new thing for them… No, all of this had started as early as his first year at Stanford.

"Love you…"

"Love you too, Jess!" he replied with warmth in his voice, before he headed out the door.

SPNSPNSPN

"That thing really did a number on your leg…" Bobby winced as he unraveled Dean's leg.

Dean didn't speak, he just nodded and took a good sip of the bourbon Bobby had found for him.

"What did you say did this to you?"

"I didn't…" Dean swallowed hard, "It was a Wendigo…"

"Wendigo?"

"Yeah… Seems like those things are going all crazy all of the sudden… Had more wendigo cases last seven months than the previous twelve years…" He bit back a groan as another tsunami wave of pain hit him.

"Yeah… Lots of hunters have been complaining about that. Seems like they all sense something and start acting up all at once…"

"Yeah… And you know what? I don't like it Bobby!"

"None of us do… None of us do…"

Bobby gently lifted Dean's knee on top of his own right knee. As he let the backside of the knee rest on top of his, he started manipulating the leg to hopefully rule out a few injuries.

"AIAIAIAIII!" Dean's hands darted out, and his face took on a chalky color. Bobby himself was left fighting against his late lunch once he had felt how little resistance the knee joint really had.

"We better get you to the hospital…"

"No Bobby…" it was more of a plea than anything else…

"Something's thorn inside your knee… We're going to the hospital! EVEN if I have to CARRY your stubborn ass!"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you idjit!"

Thirteen hours later, Dean was rolled in to the OR, his ACL was thorn off. His PCL had an incomplete tear and his medial meniscus had a rip in it, and his lateral one was shot to hell…

Okay… Hope you still like it! Might take a few days before I have time to post more…

BTW does any of you watch CHICAGO MED? I advise you all to check the show out… I might have a story partially ready for it, when the show tab comes up here on