A/N Geez, I need to do this earlier in the day. I keep almost forgetting. Well, get on with it!
At the Boulders Inn & Suites motel
Dean woke up disoriented. "Sammy? Sammy!" he shouted as he struggled to get up, only to lie back down with a long groan of pain. Everything was coming back to him- the wendigo, the hunt, Sam, his injuries, Bobby. Dean started to get back up, more carefully this time, aware of his lacerations and wrapped ribs, and once he was upright, he tried standing. His ribs and stitches protested, but Dean ignored them in favor of being vertical. Once on his feet, he swayed slightly, but the dizziness faded quickly. As he looked around, he realized that his eyesight was no longer blurry. The sleep must have helped his concussion.
He stumbled to the bathroom, relieved himself with only minor difficulty, and washed up, careful not to get any water on his bandages. Once he felt clean enough, he raided the kitchen. He hadn't eaten anything for nearly a full day, and he was ravenous. Only after he started devouring a simple meal of grilled cheese and canned tomato soup did he wonder about where Bobby was. It was getting late in the day, and Bobby wouldn't stay out after dark if he could help it. Just then, the door of the motel room opened and Dean was immediately on his feet, knocking a chair over in the process, eyes scanning the room for a weapon.
"Calm down, boy. It's just me," Bobby's voice floated into the kitchen. Dean relaxed at the sound, and sat back down heavily in a different chair, leaving the other chair on the floor. He was too tired out by his injuries to pick it up. The door thudded shut, and then Dean could hear familiar footsteps thudding across the bedroom to the kitchen. Bobby walked in to see an exhausted Dean, an upturned chair, and a slowly cooling half-eaten dinner. Bobby picked up and sat himself down in it. Dean looked at him expectantly, waiting for news about his brother's whereabouts. Bobby blew out a long breath. Part of him didn't want to tell Dean where to find Sam, because Dean was in no shape to go confronting a wendigo, but he figured Dean needed some good news.
"I talked with some people 'round the town, and found out that there are some caves close by, near the lake. Wendigos tend to store their victims in caves until they... get hungry." Bobby swallowed audibly as he said that. Dean, for his part, managed to keep his flinch to a minimum, but he was extremely worried for his little brother.
"We gotta find him soon, Bobby. He… He's just…" Dean trailed off. Bobby nodded, showing his understanding.
"We'll find him, Dean. Just be patient and get your strength up, so you can gank that sonuvabitch. You're no use to Sam as you are, or dead. We'll head out in the morning to find the caves and that wendigo," Bobby reassured. "Just sleep now."
Dean grudgingly complied, only because he knew Bobby was right. He swung himself down onto the bed without bothering to change his clothes, grunting as he stretched some stitches and jostled his sore ribs. He fell asleep with the thought of finding Sam at the forefront of his mind.
A/N Dun dun DUUUUUUN! No Sammy today. Don't worry, you'll see more Sammy too. Now, I gotta get to sleep, but not before I say REVIEW! OR PM! JUST SAY HI IF YOU WANT, BUT FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS GOOD! Really, I appreciate both praise and criticism.