After Sam was released, Dean seemed to heal faster. The doctors were thrilled for him. They thought it was because they had done their jobs well. But Bobby knew the truth; Dean wanted to get out. Sam was banished to the motel for most of the time so he could focus on getting better instead of worrying over Dean. That left Dean with the company of his doctor, Carrie, and Bobby. And they weren't exactly playing cards and sneaking him Skittles the whole time.

Finally, Dr. Markus signed the papers and Dean got the wheelchair ride out to the parking lot. Sam was waiting in Bobby's truck, playing with the radio. The second he saw his brother a huge smile lit up his face and he got out to greet him. Dean tried to act tough in front of the nurse that had wheeled him out, giving Sam a manly hug. Bobby was the only one that noticed how carefully he avoided jostling Sam's bad arm. He snorted, and Dean shot him a look that clearly said, "Don't say a single word."

"Let's get you boys home," Bobby said instead.

Dean raised his eyebrows at Bobby's truck. "How are three grown men going to ride in that thing? It's almost a nine hour drive."

"We'll be fine, unless you've become claustrophobic since the last time I saw you."

"Fine, but I call a window seat."

Bobby sighed; it was going to be a long drive. "You get the middle seat because Sam needs the extra leg room."

Another truck pulled up next to them, and the driver's side window was rolled down. Rufus turned the engine off before saying, "Bobby, you really didn't plan ahead. Luckily for you, I was on my way through and I happen to have room for one more."

Bobby stared at Rufus. "I didn't tell you which hospital they were at."

Sam spoke up. "I called him. He owes me for some research he had me do. So I can ride with him, Dean gets to ride with Bobby."

As Sam passed Dean to get to Rufus' truck, Dean muttered to him, "Why do I get to ride with Mother Hen?"

"You just got out of the hospital, he's not going to let you out of his sight. Just sleep the entire ride and he'll leave you alone." Sam smiled and squeezed Dean's shoulder. "See you back at Bobby's."

Dean got into Bobby's truck and the older hunter handed him a pair of sunglasses. He explained, "I know you're still tired. I won't be offended if you sleep."

Taking the sunglasses, Dean said, "You're sure?"

"Yeah." Bobby followed Rufus out of the parking lot and then asked, "Do you think I could get 'Mother Hen' to fit on a license plate?"

Dean stared at him. "How-"

"You weren't exactly talking quietly. And the only reason I do it is because you are too stubborn to admit when you need to take it easy. So get ready because the next few days are going to be miserable if you don't cooperate."

Bobby's House

To Bobby's relief, Dean behaved himself for the most part. Sam was causing more trouble than his brother, for once. He insisted on helping Bobby around the house while Dean was banished to the couch. And the only way Bobby was able to get him to take his meds was to have them do it at the same time. That changed once Dean was back on his feet.

"Sam, go sit down. I can help Bobby bring the food out."

Sam was attempting to carry a bowl of mashed potatoes to the table. His arm was still in a cast, but that didn't stop him from trying to carry the bowl. It was heavier than he had expected and he had only take a couple steps before he nearly lost his grip on it. Dean took it from him and Sam sighed, "I had it."

"I don't feel like cleaning up potatoes off the floor, and neither does Bobby. Go sit."

Dean had to fight a smirk while watching Sam try to hold a fork with his casted hand. He dropped it only once, and then switched hands. It felt awkward, but after a few times the muscle memory kicked in and it wasn't so bad. Bobby asked, "How long have you been able to do that?"

Sam, who had been too focused on his fork to notice he had an audience, looked up in surprise. "What?"

Dean answered for him, "We both learned how to handle weapons with both hands. And when we were first learning, we practiced by teaching ourselves how to write and eat with either hand. It's a skill that comes in handy every now and then."

Sam laughed at the joke and Dean joined him. Bobby chuckled and got up to get another beer out of the fridge.