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Uncle Bobby

It took Sam hours to find a store. This place was so spread out he had to ask for directions three times. He tried to keep his mind off his brother. He reached down and flicked on the radio.

"She's my Cherry Pie-" Sam turned it off. He sighed, fighting back the tears that suddenly appeared in his eyes. He turned left into the small grocery store parking lot. He turned the car off and leaned against the steering wheel.

"What am I gonna do?" The tears he fought previously fell onto his jeans. "What am I gonna do?" You can go inside and do what Jenny asked you to. A voice told him. Sam nodded and went inside.

The cashier gave Sam a shocked look. Sam guessed his appearance would frighten people. Dean's blood covered his shirt and smoke had gotten all over his face.

"Kid are you okay?" The man asked. Sam nodded.

"My brother...cut his hand. Real bad. I'm just getting him a first-aid kit." The man's brows furrowed.

"Shouldn't you take him to a hospital?" He asked.

"I tried. But he's too stubborn to go." Sam shrugged. The man smiled and nodded.

"Yeah we get a lot of those." He said. Sam smiled wearily. He walked in the back aisles and grabbed three first-aid kits. He set them down on the counter. The man eyed him carefully. Sam smiled.

"History tends to repeat itself." Said Sam. The man nodded.

Once outside, Sam sped out of the parking lot at no less than seventy-five miles per hour.

Sarah was scared. Jenny had visited once before and it was to help her get rid of a poltergeist out at the Kinder farm. She didn't know why she was here now, but it was far worse than the poltergeist. That poor boy looked like hell. Just by looking at him Sarah could tell it was a miracle he was breathing. She walked to the room Jenny and the boy were in. Jenny was holding his hand as he slept.

"How is he?" Sarah whispered. Jenny jumped. "Sorry."

"He's...he's not doin' so good. If his fever goes down I'll stop worrying, a little. He just lost so much blood..." Sarah put a hand on her shoulder.

"He'll be alright. I can feel it," Sarah said. Jenny nodded. "What did this to him?" Sarah asked. Jenny told her about the Bleeders. "Lord. I've been hunting for thirty-five years and haven't come across a Bleeder," Her eyes widened. "You did kill this thing right?" Jenny nodded again. "Good." Sarah sighed. They heard the front door open.

"That'll be Sam." Jenny said. Sarah went out into the living room. Sam looked at her.

"Is he okay?" He asked, setting the bag down on the table.

"Sort of. If his fever goes down the worry factor'll drop. All we can do for now is pray."

"God," Sam sat down and buried his face in his hands. "This doesn't happen. Not to him. He's too strong." Sarah sighed

"That's probably why he's still alive honey."

Jenny jumped as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She looked at the caller ID. Uncle Bobby.

"Hello?" Jenny said quietly.

"Hey Jenny," He said. "How are you?" Jenny sighed.

"I've been a whole lot better Uncle Bobby."

"What's wrong?"

"You know Dean Winchester-"

"Oh god what did he do ?" Bobby interrupted.

"Nothing. He's...he's hurt bad. I've done everything I can to help, but, I don't know what to do." There was dead air on the other line.

"What hurt him?"

"A Bleeder."

"Please tell me you're not serious?"

"Yeah Uncle Bobby I am."

"Where are you?"

"Sarah Keller's farm."

"I'll be there in two hours."

"Bye." Click. She didn't know how Bobby could help, but he could.

Dean had had nightmares before. Not like this. These were terrible, pain filled nightmares. He watched Sam die over and over...Dad over and over...Jenny...He couldn't do anything. Help them. Nothing. He just had to watch. He cried out. Pleading with the demon to stop. It just laughed. Dean re-lived yellow eyes trying to tear his heart out. His Dad falling to the ground in front of him. Anything that even remotely hurt him in his life was re-lived.

Jenny was getting scared. Dean was writhing, tossing and turning. And he was talking. Or more so moaning.

"No. Please don't hurt Sam. Not Sam. Please..." Jenny tried calming him down.

"Dean it's okay honey. You're safe." It didn't work. All she had left to do was wake him up.

"Dean," she said shaking him lightly. "Wake up honey c'mon." She shook him again. "Dean wake up."

"Noo..." He groaned. She shook harder.

"Dean," she said louder. "C'mon wake up." He gasped and sat up quickly, right into Jenny's arms. He breathed heavily and clung to Jenny tightly. "Dean are you okay?" Dean shook his head, body shaking. "Shh," she soothed, rocking him back and forth. "It'll be okay." He pulled away from her, wincing as he did so.

"Where's Sam?" He asked. Jenny smiled.

"He's downstairs passed out on Sarah's couch." Dean sighed, relieved. Jenny put a hand on his face.

"Your fever broke." Dean nodded. Jenny didn't move her hand. Dean leaned toward her. Closer and closer he came until their lips met. He put his hands around her waist. She put her other hand on his chest. They kissed faster and faster. Passion coursing through the two of them...

"Hey!" Yelled a voice. They broke apart.

"Uncle Bobby!" Jenny exclaimed. Bobby's face was redder than a ripe tomato.

"Hey Bobby." Dean whispered, embarassed looking down. He ignored Dean.

"So he's real hurt is he?" Jenny opened her mouth but Bobby cut her off. "Here I am thinking he's in this huge trouble and I find you making out with him."

"Bobby I-" Dean began. He swayed slightly. "I really am..." Before he finished, he passed out on the pillow.

"Dean," she said, placing a hand on his forehead, just to be safe. She looked at Booby. "Told you." Bobby pointed a finger at her.

"Now Jenny-" Just then Dean started screaming. Like at the house, only worse. Sam and Sarah ran into the room.

"Dean!" Jenny yelled. "Dean what's wrong?" She looked at his body and her question was answered. New slashes and cuts were appearing, some were being re-opened.

"Everyone get down!" Sam yelled, throwing a smoke bomb. They pulled out their guns and looked around wildly.

"Not again! God please no!" Dean screamed. "Ahhh!"

"Sam I don't see anything!" Jenny yelled, suppressing sobs.

"Dammit!" Bobby yelled. "It's inside him!"

"What?" Sam and Jenny bellowed.

"It's inside him!" Dean stopped yelling. He went limp on the bed.

"Dean!" said Sam. Jenny bent down next to him. She put a finger on his neck, looking for a pulse.

"Thank God he's still alive."

"Ohh...god..." Dean groaned. Jenny looked Bobby. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Uncle Bobby how do we get this thing out of him?" Bobby shook his head.

"Jenny I wish I knew." Bobby said shaking his head.

"Well we're gonna find out." Sam said. He turned to Bobby. "I'm not burying my dad and my brother in the same month."

"Go get your computer Sam," said Sarah."We're gonna need it."

Dean opened his eyes and he instantly wished against it. Jenny was crying. Over him. Her face was in her hands and she shook with sobs.

"God," she said softly. "Please let him be okay. I know I don't talk to you much but... I need you to make him better. I can't lose him too. He's offering so much to this world. And Sam needs him...I need him." He squeezed her hand. She looked at him and tried to wipe her tears out of her eyes.

"Hey." she said, smiling painfully.

"Stop that." He whispered.

"Stop what?"

"Crying. I hate it when girls I care about cry." She smiled.

"Sorry. Wait a second. You, you care about me?" Dean nodded.

"Yeah," he said, looking at the blanket. "I don't usually..."

"Fall for girls so fast?" Dean laughed.

"Yeah," He looked up at her. "I really do care about you though. I can't stop thinking about you. It's getting kind've annoying." Jenny laughed. "And I got so scared when we thought the Bleeder was here. I thought it might go after you. I don't really know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

"If you're buttering me up because you want something it isn't gonna work." Dean shook his head.

"I'll admit most of the time I'm full of crap about this. This time I'm not." She shook her head.

"Roll over." she said.

"What?" Dean said. Jenny laughed again.

"I need to see if you have any broken ribs now roll over."

"Fine." Dean rolled over. Jenny pushed on his back, slowly moving down. She reached about the middle when Dean laughed.

"What?" She asked.

"That tickles." Jenny nodded.

"Oh really?" She said playfully.

"Uh-oh." Dean said. Jenny started tickling him laughing with Dean. "Knock it off !" Dean giggled.

"Never!" Jenny laughed.

"Oh yeah?" Dean put an arm around Jenny's waist and rolled over so he was facing upright. They laughed for a moment, staring at each other. They were still smiling when Dean kissed her. Her weight on his chest hurt, but he didn't care. Slowly their lips entangled themselves in each other. Her hands were around his waist. And his around her's. He kissed her neck. She kissed his...

They had had no luck. Absolutely none. They had checked every website, book, everything they could to get the Bleeder out of Dean. Bobby slammed a book shut.

"Sarah I've known you for a long time. And you're lying through your teeth if you tell me these are all the books you have." Sarah shook her head.

"Bobby I wish that were true, but these are all I have." Sam sighed and looked up from his computer.

"These things are all over the place about them getting into a body but no websites say anything about getting them out of one." Bobby picked up another book.

"Oh thank you God." he said. "I found it." Sam and Sarah rushed over to Bobby and read over his shoulder.

"An exorcism?" said Sam. "We have to do an exorcism on my brother?" Bobby nodded.

"Yeah," Bobby said. "It's the only way." Sam rubbed his forehead.

"Do we have to do this now?" Bobby nodded.

"Oh boys let's wait another half hour." Bobby and Sam were confused. Sarah blushed. "I just mean let's let the boy sleep a while before we have to yank a demon out of him." Sam and Bobby nodded. Sarah walked away smiling to herself. She knew very well that Jenny and Dean weren't even close to sleeping.