Part three of four as of now. I think I want to try out the Doppelganger story next if anyone is interested. Takes place after Sanity and Visions and Nightmares.

Rated M for language and violence.

Summary: The boys are off on their newest hunt, but neither of them were prepared for the outcome. Between an unexpected werewolf attack and a very pissed off demon, the boys have a rocky road ahead of them. Are they up to the challenge?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, Bobby, Missouri, or anything Supernatural related, but the story is mine. Enjoy!!

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Dean slowly awoke to the feel of gentle shaking as Bobby tried to rouse him.

"Dean?"

Dean groaned in reply.

"Phew. You had us worried there, son," Bobby informed him. "We've been trying to stir you for the past fifteen minutes."

Dean blinked and glanced around at his surroundings. He was surprised to see he was on his motel bed instead of in the Impala. How the hell did I sleep through being moved? Better question… how'd I get in here?

At seeing Dean's confusion, Bobby smirked knowing Dean wasn't going to like the answers to his questions. "Sam and I carried you in here. We figured you'd wake up just to kick our asses for the attempt, but that was the most agreeable you've ever been."

Dean blushed slightly as he thought about his little brother and old friend carrying him into the motel. If he was feeling a hell of a lot better, he'd be mortified.

It was then he noticed that someone was holding a cool cloth to his forehead. He tilted his head to see Jo sitting on a chair she pulled up beside his bed with an ice bucket filled with cold water to rewet the cloth as needed. His blush deepened. He prayed that they would all put the blushing up to having a fever or something.

"Lookin' a little pink there, Dean," Bobby snickered.

"Ha ha. Pick on the injured guy," Dean mumbled making Sam and Jo smirk as well. Dean glanced around at his friends and family. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah, Dean. We're fine. Bobby's got a slight bump on the head and a few shallow scratches but other than that…" Sam answered.

"What about you?" Bobby interrupted, his humor morphing back into concern for the boy.

"I'm alright, man. Just sore and tired is all."

"Why don't you let us be the judge of that? Jo, can you clean him up a little? Sam and I have some work to do," Bobby said.

Everyone shot questioning looks at Bobby, but Jo nodded and Sam followed Bobby out of the room and into the little kitchen area.

"What's up, Bobby?" Sam inquired.

"Did I hear Dean say that you were bitten by a werewolf?" Bobby asked directly. No need to skirt around the issue in his opinion.

Sam sighed and looked down at the ground in shame. "Yeah, you did. It got me on the arm. I was outnumbered. There was nothing I could do to avoid it."

"You're right, son. It wasn't your fault. But we've gotta figure something out cause you're running out of time. The full moon is only a few days away."

"I know. But there's no cure, Bobby. What can we do?"

"I'm not sure just yet, but get your laptop. We aren't just gonna sit around with our thumbs up our asses and wait for you to sprout fur."

Sam nodded appreciatively and went to get his laptop.

Meanwhile, Jo raked her eyes down Dean's damaged body wondering where on Earth she was supposed to start. Let's face it… the boy was a mess. He had a split lip from that vicious backhand that was already starting to bruise, a baseball sized lump on the back of his head that was still bleeding slightly, many torn stitches in his back that were probably allowing his scratches to get infected, blood covering his chest from the demon's attack on his heart, and relatively deep claw marks just above his right boot from a pissed off werewolf.

"You know… if you weren't so sarcastic, you could save yourself a lot of pain," she stated softly as she rewet the cloth and began soaking up the blood from his swollen lip.

He hissed in reply as the rough cloth made contact with his damaged skin. Jo pulled back quickly. "Sorry," she whispered.

"S'okay. Not your fault I make a good punching bag." Dean forced a smirk, even though his lip was killing him. "Anyways… you should see the other guy."

"Ha… I did. Up close and personal. Too personal actually." Her eyes glazed over slightly as she remembered being his hostage and the advances he made on her. The thoughts made her shiver slightly. Dean, being the observant and caring hunter that he is, noticed.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked concerned.

She blinked to clear the fog in her mind and forced a smile back at him. "Course. You're the one he was playing ping pong with. Can you sit up so I can check your back?" Dean noted the quick change in topic but decided not to push it.

With Jo's help he slowly pulled his tortured body into a sitting position. "Can you take your shirt off or do you want me to cut it?"

"Nah, I got it," Dean said confidently, then quickly balked as he made to remove it. Just moving his arms pulled on the muscles that he was wishing never existed at this point and the shirt had fused to his back and chest with dried blood. "Or maybe not…" he hissed out, dropping his shirt back down.

"It's okay. I don't think this shirt is very salvageable anyway," Jo consoled, pulling the scissors out of the first aid kit Bobby had given her.

"Man… my clothes just can't catch a break with you guys around."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jo asked confusedly.

Dean remembered she hadn't been present for his other two recent mishaps. "Never mind. Long story." His back arched and he yelped in pain as she pulled particularly hard on his shirt to part it.

"Easy, Dean… almost there…" Jo concentrated as she slid the scissors carefully up his back, keeping the blades as far away from his skin as possible. Once she made it through and parted the two pieces, she saw that she had irritated the cuts into bleeding once again. "Jeez, Dean…" she trailed off, not knowing how to put the sight into words.

"Can you patch me up or you want me to get Sam in here?" Dean asked, unsure if Jo knew what she was doing or if she could even stand the sight of blood.

"I can handle it. I used to have to patch my dad up when he stumbled back from a bad hunt. We're gonna have to keep an eye on these though or they're going to get infected."

Dean nodded. Judging by the pain in one particular gouge, he was sure it was already infected. Jo moved in front of him and warily removed the shirt from his bloody chest, finding five deep puncture marks that looked suspiciously like finger holes surrounding his heart.

"You really are a mess," she stated sympathetically. Seeing him looking so vulnerable and shirtless made Jo blush. Dean's smirk made it from ear to ear when he noticed the tint to her cheeks.

"I think you might be coming down with a bit of a fever too, Jo," he quipped.

"Jerk." Jo playfully punched him in the shoulder. He winced slightly but took it like a man. She rinsed out the washcloth again and began clearing away the dried blood from his chest. Beneath the cloth she could feel him shaking slightly from the cold and the strength he was quickly using up from holding himself in a sitting position.

She helped him situate himself so he was resting sideways against the couch, keeping pressure off of his chest and back, as well as his aching abs.

Luckily, the punctures weren't too deep after all and with a little anti-bacterial cream and some first aid patches, his chest was taken care of. Now for the harder task of his mangled back.

She was afraid to touch him now because the slightest pressure caused him pain now thanks to the full-length bruise that he received when he was thrown into the wall.

"Dean, we have some sedatives that would make this a lot easier on you…"

"Pills will take forever to kick in," Dean interrupted.

"That's why I was referring to the needles," Jo defended.

"Oh. No thanks. I've got enough holes in my body right now. I can handle the pain if you can handle the stitches. Believe it or not, I've been through worse."

"Sadly, I can believe it." She began stitching one of the deepest wounds and felt all his muscles tense under her fingertips as the pain hit him. She bit her lower lip and winced when she felt him wince as well. Once she finished putting eleven stitches in the first wound, Dean's fists were balled by his sides, his nails cutting into the palms of his hands. He was doing everything in his power to keep from crying out in pain.

Pretending to add new thread to the needle for the next slice, she deviously filled a needle with the fast acting sedative. She couldn't watch him trying to act the hero and bear the pain anymore.

"Dean? Are you really afraid of my mother?" she asked, knowing it would get his mind to focus on something else rather than the pain in his back and the sharp jab she was about to administer.

"I, uh… well…" She took that moment to jab the needle just below his waist line where his jeans hung low. He yelped and tried to whirl around to see what was going on but she grabbed his shoulders to prevent him from twisting and pulling out the stitches she had already finished.

"It's okay, Dean. Just relax. I've got you. You're going to be okay, I promise…" She continued whispering words of encouragement and comfort in his ear as he slowly became putty in her arms. He looked so childlike and innocent when he was in a peaceful sleep, aside from all the blood and bruises covering his body.

Jo placed a soft kiss to his temple and gently lowered his head onto the back of the couch. Once she was sure he wouldn't be falling anytime soon, she quickly returned to her suturing in hopes that she would be long done by the time he woke.

TBC

Don't worry. I still have a few more chick flick moments for all of you and hopefully a nice twist at the end. Please stay tuned, and let me know what you think!!