"Kylee, this is Sam."

"Sam?" She sleepily asked, "Where's Dean?"

"He's here with me," Sam's voice was calm. "He asked me to call you and ask you to come."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be. We have a friend of ours coming to help him."

"Where are you?"

Sam gave her directions, assured her that Dean would be okay, and reminded her to drive carefully.

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When Sam got a chance to look at his back, he had some cuts that needed to be cleaned and bandaged. He did the best he could, but it was still a lousy job.

Bobby arrived with a first aid kit of his own. He went right to Dean's bed and checked over his arm.

"Has Dean moved his arm?"

"No," Sam answered. "I didn't have a hard time stitching, now that I think of it. He must have laid very still."

"Has he been awake?"

"He woke up a couple times. Once he asked me to call Kylee and have her come here," Sam said. "He wants me to explain hunting to her."

"Is she coming?"

"Yes."

"Any idea how you are going to drop the bomb on her?" Bobby asked.

Sam shook his head.

"Sam, did you get hurt?"

"Yeah. I need you to look at my back for me."

"Well, let's get to it. I don't want to be in the middle of it when Kylee arrives."

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When Kylee came to the door, it was already light out. Sam stepped outside to talk to her while Bobby kept an eye on Dean.

"What happened?" Kylee saw the bruises and cuts on Sam and got worried.

"Dean's sleeping right now," Sam sidestepped her question. "He'll be happy to see you." Sam paused because he couldn't think of a good way to word what he had to say. "Dean really loves you."

"You're scaring me, Sam. What is going on?"

"I need you to remember how he feels about you, how you feel about each other. I have to tell you something that you might find hard to believe. But I need you to accept what I say and Dean and I can help you work through it later. Right now, Dean needs your support."

Kylee nodded. Sam opened the door and Kylee cautiously followed him back in.

"You sure this is such a good idea?" Bobby asked Sam.

Sam nodded. "Kylee, this is Bobby."

Kylee knelt by Dean's bed. She ran her fingers through his hair but he didn't wake up. "I'm here, Dean. You just rest and know that I love you." She kissed him and stood back up.

She walked back to Sam and Bobby and ordered, "Now tell me what the hell is going on."

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Sam and Bobby interrupted each other as they tried to explain hunting and what existed in the darkness.

"Are you drunk?" She asked them.

"Good question, but no we're not," Sam replied. "Remember when Dean was asking you about legends and if you were interested in them?"

"Yes."

"He's been trying to work his way up to telling you what we do for a living."

"Which is killing creatures that I've always been told don't exist?"

Bobby answered her, "Most folks don't or can't look close enough to see the signs of the creatures or beings. Once you've learned about them, they are easier to find. If you never look for them, you don't think they exist. So you haven't been getting lied to. We're the first people you've met who have taken the time to look and learn."

Kylee sat there, silent.

"There was a poltergeist in your town before we came," Sam told her. "Do you remember hearing about that?"

"You mean that crazy old lady who told people that things flew off her shelves and doors slammed themselves shut?"

"She wasn't crazy," Sam waited for it to dawn on her. "And she doesn't have those problems anymore."

"You guys got rid of it?"

"That's what we do," Sam explained. "We've been going wherever we're needed and taking care of anything supernatural. I think we save many people doing it."

"I'm having a hard time believing what you're telling me."

"That's fine," Sam said. "Just let it sink in. More importantly, Dean was attacked by a werewolf tonight and it clawed him up pretty bad. The majority of his right arm is in stitches. He also has some in his chest."

"Is he going to heal alright?"

Bobby and Sam looked at each other. "Sam did a good job stitching his arm up, but we don't know if Dean has lost mobility in it. He dropped his gun during the attack, something he never does. Once he wakes up, we'll see if he can move it."

"It could be he's not moving it because of pain," Sam offered another explanation. "We just have to wait and see."

"I hate this," she sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do to make it better.