It was 6:00 in the morning, and Dean was helping Bobby pack the bags. They were going to find out what had happened to Sam and John. He had stopped obsessively checking his phone, preparing himself for the worst. He fully expected to find nothing but bloody bodies.

Then his phone rang.

He checked the caller ID, and almost dropped to his knees right there in Bobby's driveway.

"Sam?" He answered, steeling himself for the chance that some cop had found his brother's phone, and they were dead after all.

"Dean!" Sam sounded breathless, emotional. "Thank God..."

"Sammy, what's going on? Is Dad okay?"

Bobby's eyes widened, and he stepped closer. Dean put the phone on speaker.

"I'm right here, son." His father's voice crackled over the line, and Dean held onto Bobby for support. They were alive. They'd made it.

"What the hell happened?"

"It was touch-and-go there for a while, but 84 stitches and a broken arm later..." Sam chuckled. "The demon is dead, man. We killed it. It's over."

"Holy shit..." Dean breathed. "Are you guys okay? 84 stitches, damn..."

"We've had worse." John reassured. "I got 31 of 'em, Sam got the rest. Not all in one place either, we probably look like Frankenstein's monsters. We're still at the hospital."

"So who's the lucky bastard that broke his arm?" Bobby asked.

"That'd be me." John answered sheepishly.

"Figures."

"Dean, what happened last night?" Sam finally asked. "We checked our phones as soon as we could find a charger...I... Jesus, I thought you'd killed yourself."

"Almost did." He admitted. "Bobby saved me."

"Thanks, Singer." John said. Dean could tell he was getting emotional. "When I saw those messages..."

"Hey, it's okay, Dad. I'm okay."

"Christ, Dean. You can't keep doing this." Sam was understandably upset.

"I know. I just...fuck, I thought you were dead."

"Well, we're not. We're headed back to Bobby's house, as soon as we finish giving this hospital our insurance information."

"Our fake insurance information."

"Dude, you can't say that out loud, you're on speaker." Sam said grumpily.

"Yeah, alright." Dean smirked. "I'll see you guys soon."

"Be safe, man."

"I will." Dean said. And this time he meant it. He didn't know what the future was gonna hold, but maybe things would be better now. Maybe they could be a real family again. He was willing to give it a chance.