A/N Now for a bit of Bobby. I've been writing his name enough times that it doesn't look right anymore... Oh well. Anywho, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, followed, faved, or even just read it! You are all awesome! Hope this lives up to your standards.

While Bobby was gathering supplies for the hunt, Dean tried to patch himself up a bit better. He took off his makeshift bandage and winced when he saw the red gashes. They were swollen and inflamed, leaking blood and pus in places. Dean hissed as he prodded at the wounds. They were definitely infected. He supposed that wendigo claws were anything but sanitary, and he should have remembered to sterilize the gashes, but he had been too focused on Sammy.

Dean inspected the lacerations more thoroughly and realized that they needed stitches. The side was always an awkward place for him to stitch himself up, and with a concussion, he doubted it would be any easier. His eyesight was still slightly blurry and the headache certainly didn't help his concentration. Dean decided that he would be better off if he just smeared antibacterial cream on the wounds. Maybe he would get Bobby to help… Probably not. He rebandaged his side with new gauze and medical tape. He checked the time and saw that nearly an hour and a half had passed since he started his ministrations. Dean decided that it was time to take a break and wait for Bobby to show up.

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Dean was waiting impatiently at the doorway of the motel room when Bobby pulled up. The young Winchester was leaning heavily against the doorframe, and was obviously in pain, though a casual observer might not be able to see the signs. The way he was slightly hunched, his arm supporting his ribs, made it clear to Bobby that Dean was in pain just standing. Dean opened his mouth to say something, presumably some form of "let's get going," but Bobby was having none of that. "Shut that mouth, boy, and git back inside. You need some serious patchin' up, and you'll be useless if you go out there like this. Less than useless, 'cause I'd have to protect your sorry hide. Now go sit down nice and quiet on the bed and wait for me to get my med kit."

Dean wanted to object to that as a waste of time, but he knew Bobby was right. If he went out how he was, he'd only be a liability, and there was no way he was going to let Bobby go alone to rescue his little brother. As soon as Bobby turned away, Dean detached himself from the doorway and stumbled to the bed. This motion only highlighted his need for medical assistance. He couldn't even walk in a straight line. Just as he sat heavily onto the bed with a small hiss of pain, Bobby came in, carrying the duffel with his medical supplies. Bobby noticed the slight grimace on the younger hunter's face, but didn't comment as he started laying out the supplies he needed to patch Dean up.

Bobby knew that Dean's injuries must be pretty bad to call for help, but it didn't prepare him for the sight under his shirt. Once the bandages were lifted, there were four long, deep, infected claw marks, one shallower graze, and a mass of bruising where Dean's chest should be. Bobby couldn't breathe for a few seconds, imagining the pain his boy must be going through. Then he snapped to work. He quickly and efficiently sterilized the gashes, trying his best to ignore the winces, whimpers and groans coming from his patient. By the time he got the needle and gut out, Dean's eyes were scrunched closed and there was a sheen of sweat on his face. "Sorry, boy, I don't have any numbing agents, so this is gonna hurt like hell," Bobby whispered. Dean simply nodded at him to continue, not even opening up his eyes. The first stitch forced a whuff of air from Dean's lungs, but he was perfectly still and silent for all the rest. After the stitches were done, Bobby took a long roll of bandages and, after setting the broken bones, started wrapping Dean's ribs, covering the wounds at the same time. Once all the ministrations were done, Dean popped a couple of painkillers, chasing them down with a shot of whiskey from Bobby's hip flask.

A/N I'm not sure if I captured Bobby correctly... Any and all feedback is really appreciated! Review or send me a PM to tell me what you think!