Who am I?

Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.

Author's Note: Sorry it is a bit short but after a fair bit of writing today my shoulder is killing me so more very very soon.

CHAPTER 16

'So how long do you think we can hide out down here Bobby?' Dean asked as he watched Sam sleep fitfully, mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

'Not too much longer, foods gonna run out soon.' Bobby muttered, 'what do you want to do about it?'

'Do we have enough to see us through the next couple of days?'

'Yeah I guess why what you got in mind?'

'My back is starting to go down ... nope Bobby it is I can feel it, kinda freer to move about.' Dean said showing Bobby his back eagerly.

'Damn boy, I dunno what you're doing but it sure is healing fast.' Bobby breathed, 'you sure you aint got any hidden abilities?'

'Very funny Bobby,' Dean said with a sly grin, 'so now we try and get Sam...my fit enough to travel.'

'Okay, so I'll go and get some more supplies and you work with Sammy.'

'Bobby I ...'

'No arguing Dean, we need supplies and Sammy needs help.' Bobby said firmly but kindly, 'and anyway don't think you'll be catching up to me anytime soon.'

'I'll remember that old man.'

'Yeah, yeah go and see to your brother.' Bobby said as he made his way up the stairs, 'and remember don't let anyone else in except me after I give the word.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean gave him a mock salute, 'very good Sir!'

'Dean?' Sam's voice broke into the light ribaldry.

'Here buddy, you feel like doing some work?'

'Work?'

'Yeah we gotta get you up and moving dude, you're too big to be lying around anyways.'

'Owkay,' Sam said as he slowly pulled himself up to sit on the edge his legs dangling.

'Now Sammy I'm gonna put my arm around your waist and your numb arm around my shoulders okay?'

'Yep.'

Moving slowly so he didn't aggravate either of their injuries Dean slipped under Sam's arm and hooking his fingers into Sam's waistband helped his brother to stand on unsteady feet. 'Good, good okay Sammy just put your weight onto your good leg, that's it now walking with me just bring your other leg up.'

After two steps, Sam started to show some slight improvement shocking both of them. 'This is great Sammy; it may not be as bad as we thought.'

'N-no stroke.' Sam pushed out the words, 'he did some-something to me.' he stared at Dean triumphantly. 'Keep m-moving.'

'You sure?'

'Yep.' Sam nodded his head and pushed another step forward, 'ahhh.' He cried out clutching his leg with his good hand.

'What Sammy? What is it?' Dean cried out in horror he was doing so well, but then he saw the smile in Sam's eyes. 'Dude?'

'I – I got ... feeling ... Dean I got feeling ... pins-n-needles.' Sam grinned letting Dean help him back to the bed, 'n-no stroke.'

'No dude no stroke, just don't scare me like that again,' Dean felt the weight slide from his neck, finding himself matching Sam's grin. 'Ah but that doesn't mean any slacking off, gotta get you up and about Sammy we need all of us to be in top condition.'

'Dean?'

'Yeah Sammy?'

'Thanks.'

'For what?'

'N-nothing.' Sam sighed yawning, 'just thanks.'

'Okay Sammy, nap time.'

'Not kid Dean.' Sam pouted sleepily.

'Humour me okay Sammy.' Dean said giving his brother a small push, 'we need you well again.'

'Owkay,' Sam said as he closed his eyes, 'Dean?"

'Yeah Sammy?'

'You gonna be here when I wake up?'

Bobby watched the car behind him with renewed interest, he had driven slowly for the past thirty minutes, and the car still persistently behind him, pulling out his mobile Bobby hit the speed dial and slowed the car down even further. 'Hey Dean.'

'Bobby where are you?' Dean's demanding voice bounced into Bobby's ear.

'Damn boy you don't have to yell.' Bobby scolded him, 'listen I think I got a tail.'

'what do you mean a tail Bobby?'

'Just that someone is following me, now dunno if it's friend or foe I'm thinking foe so just wanted to give the heads up.'

'What are you going to do Bobby?'

'Just a game of tag, I'll ring when I'm heading home.' Bobby said cutting the call off before Dean could ask anymore questions or argue with him about Bobby's fledgling plan.

Easing into the traffic Bobby put his foot down on the accelerator and started to lane hope weaving in and out of the cars and trucks in front of him. Suddenly running a light he turned right and watched his rear vision mirror the car was still with him, 'well that tears it he's following.' Bobby muttered pushing his foot down harder until he drove well and truly over the speed limit, taking the person following him in the opposite direction to where the boys are.

'Damn, damn, damn,' Bobby's fist hit the steering wheel when suddenly the car roared up next to him and tried to nudge him off the road. Skidding on the loose gravel Bobby tried to right his truck but the momentum took him into the path of an oncoming car. With no where to go Bobby pushed the speed to avoid the car but drove head-on into a tree.

Sam sat up breathing hard, staring around wildly he relaxed slightly when he saw Dean sitting by the steps reading a magazine.

'Sammy you okay?' Dean called out but Sam didn't react to the question, instead he tried to control his heartbeat and breathing.

'Sammy?' Dean asked again getting up he limped towards his panicked brother, 'what is it?'

'Bobby?'

'Not back yet ... why?'

'Danger, Bobby's in danger.' Sam ground out pushing against Dean, 'we have to go.'

'Sam...' Dean cursed as he watched Sam react to the name, falling backwards onto the bed he writhed in agony, sweat beading along his forehead mingled with his tears as he fought to stay conscious.

Blood dripped from his nose and ears as the bomb of pain detonated in his head. Screaming clutched at Dean and tried to push through it, to ride out the pain, but it became too much and as his eyes rolled backwards Sam lost his fight. Struggling to help his brother, Dean jumped with his mobile rang shrilly, 'Bobby this better be you.' He snarled viciously as he tried to make Sam comfortable.

'Who is this?' a stranger's voice demanded on the other end of the phone.

'Who are you and why are you on Bobby's phone?' Dean retorted angrily.

'This is Patrick West; I'm a paramedic I found the phone clutched in the victim's hand your number was on the screen.'

'I'm sorry did you say a paramedic?'

'Yes, the driver is about to be taken to St Angela's hospital, a single car accident he drove into a tree.'

'Damn Bobby.'

'Are you a relative?'

'Yeah I'm his foster-son.' It slipped out so easily that Dean stunned himself, sitting down he rubbed his hand across his face. 'How, how is he?'

'He is lucky it could have easily been a fatality.' The paramedic said tersely, 'did you want to meet us at the hospital?'

'Yeah, yeah I'll get organised and meet you there, St Angela's you said?'

'Yes Sir that's right and your name is?'

'Dean, Dean Singer.'

'Thanks Dean I'll pass the information on.'

Dean hung up and looked down at Sammy as he slowly started to regain consciousness, 'hey Sammy.'

'What, what's wrong Dean?' Sam asked immediately awake, panic written on his face.

TBC