Bobby had just begun to pace, well actually, had been pacing for a good 40 minutes when his cell finally lit up. He snagged it off the motel nightstand before the end of the first ring.

"Dean, tell me what's going on!"

A shy voice answered, hesitating, "Hey Bobby."

Bobby felt his heart drop into his feet. "Sam?" He dropped weightlessly onto the bed. "Sam, is that you?"

"Yeah, It's me. It's … good to hear your voice."

Suddenly Bobby couldn't speak, "Well hell, boy." he muttered, swallowing repeatedly to avoid the avalanche of emotion that was trying to escape. "It' damn good to hear yours too. You okay? You with Dean?"

"Yeah, Dean's here. Hey Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta ask you something, okay?" the boy seemed hesitant.

"Sure, yeah, anything, Sam." Bobby replied, perplexed.

"Could I … could I … get your number?" And he giggled.

Bobby didn't think he'd heard correctly. But then he heard a minor struggle on the other end of the line and heard Dean say in exasperation, "Give me the phone and go back to bed, Nancy."

More giggling, Then Dean's voice.

"Hey Bobby."

"Morphine?" The older hunter guessed.

Dean snorted. "You'd think, right? But all I gave him was a couple T3s. I think he's still high on djinn juice."

Bobby felt a relief like he hadn't known in over a year. "So he's okay hunh? You got there in time?"

"We got there in time. Took out one ugly motherfucker and got Sam out. He's doing damned good considering."

"We? So Rufus made it?"

Dean laughed, "No, not Rufus. Long story, Bobby. But I had good back-up. Sam's got a whole posse here on the other end."

Bobby smiled. That sounded just like Sam. Damn, that boy grew on a person. "So I'm a few hours out and headed your way. Need anything?"

"Yeah, actually. Since you're asking. Think you could hit a clinic or two along the way?"

"Can do. Got a list?"

"Well, his neck is pretty messed up. He's walking around here holding his head up with his hands. Maybe one of those collars like they give you when you get whiplash? He's got a hell of a road rash on his back too. Need antibiotics and maybe some stronger painkillers. I have a feeling it's going to get worse at night."

"Sounds doable. I can be there by morning."

"Oh, and Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Bring pie."

Bobby snorted. "Yeah, I"ll bring the pie. So … the djinn got to him?"

Dean instantly sobered, "Yeah, fed off him multiple times to hear Sam tell it. When I got there, the damn thing was saying its goodbyes like they were old buddies or something. It was close, Bobby." Dean's voice hitched. "It was as close as I ever want to get. We got lucky."

"Well, you never gave up, Dean. That makes all the difference."

"Yeah, I guess. Hey, is there anyone close by that could come take a look at him? I kind of by-passed the local hospital."

"Yeah, let me work my magic."

"Thanks Bobby. Did you want to talk to Sam again?"

Bobby could hear an off-key rendition of "Eye of the Tiger" happening in the background, and he suddenly decided he'd rather catch up in person.

"Uh, that's okay. Tell Sam I'll see him in a few hours." He could hear Dean snickering as he disconnected the call.