A 'Guy'
Walking out of the hospital, Dean asked, "So, how do we find our homicidal little Sandman? It could be anyone. If they knew the doctor, they had access to his Dream shrooms."
"So you think it was one of the patients?"
"Possible, but his research is pretty sketchy. I mean, we don't know how many subjects he had or even who they all were." Sam scoffed at your comment. "What?" After sighing (dramatically you might add) he answered, "In any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Dean thought and then stopped the three of you. "You know what? You're right."
"What?"
"Let's go talk to him."
"Sure. I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided."
"Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root." It was your turn to stop him. "You want to go dream-walking inside Bobby's head?" He nodded, hopefully. "No. We have no idea what's crawling around in there."
"How bad could it be?"
"The fact that you're asking means it's pretty bad. You know as well as I do what haunts a hunter's mind."
"Y/N/N, it's Bobby." The earnest fear in his eyes did nothing to change your mind. You looked to Sam to see where he was at. "I hate to say it, but Dean's right." You sighed, annoyed. "You two are insane, but that aside, even if you wanted to, you're fresh out of Dream Root. Unless you have a 'guy', we should look for a plan B."
"Crap."
"What?"
"Bela."
"Bela? Crap." Sam intervened, "You're actually suggesting we ask her for a favor?"
"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." He walked away and the discussion was settled. 10 bucks says this doesn't end well.