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Bobby pulled up out the front of the hospital and pulled his mobile phone out. Dialling in Sam's number he asked where he was, and what room number. The young man sounded terrible over the phone, his voice was tired and strained, and Bobby could tell he was struggling to maintain himself. He had never known two brothers to be as close as these boys were.

'What room are you in boy?' He asked when Sammy answered, he didn't waste time with any pleasantries. They could share them when they were face to face, but for now he had to get there. 'Alright I'm out he front now so I shouldn't be too much longer.' Stopping at the reception to the ER Bobby asked for Dean Singer's room, she smiled softly at him and led the way. Edward hospital was small, but it seemed fairly updated and nice. More then he could say about the walls of hospitals he had walked in his lifetime. This one was a peach pie in comparison.

'Here you go sir, your sons are in there. I will let the doctor know you have arrived. He should be along shortly with test results shortly anyway.' The nurse opened the door for him, he thanked her and stepped into the room too be greeted by Sam in a bear hug that almost crushed the soul from his body, knocking his baseball cap to the ground.

'Damn son, let me in the bleeding room before you start in like that!' Bobby exclaimed when Sam let him go, bending over to pick his cap up for him. Bobby accepted the hat and pulled it back on, looking around the youngest boy.

For a minute it didn't quiet click what he was looking at, then he realised it was Dean beneath the bandages and tubes, he had his left leg propped up on a pillow in a long white cast, his right arm in a compression bandage. But that wasn't what was most concerning, he couldn't take his eyes away from the crepe bandage that covered the older brothers eyes. Bobby felt his mouth open and close over lost words, what on earth had happened?

'What happened?' Bobby turned on Sam who shook his head. 'You better start talking boy.'

'I was on the phone with him when it happened Bobby, I have no idea. We'll both find out when he wakes up, your guess is as good as mine right now.' Sam sank back in to his chair and let his head fall limply into his hands. Bobby walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder tightly.

'Where were you when this happened kid? Why weren't you two together?' Bobby asked the question that was confusing him the most. 'You two never separate on a job, not unless you know what you're doing. And from what it sounds like, neither of you have nought from zero on this thing.'

'I should have been with him, I know that Bobby.' Sam didn't lift his head from his hands. 'We had a fight, we've been fighting all damned week actually!' Looking up in annoyance Sam met Bobby's eyes and he knew what the little brother was talking about. The two bickered like a gay couple all the time.

'And? What happened then?' Bobby demanded. Sitting across the sleeping mans bed.

'I went off, took a car and drove away. I was fifteen minutes out of town when he called to try and apologise but I hung up on him. Then I called him back and we just organised to meet when all this happened...' Sam waved his hands over Dean. 'It's my entire fault, it should be me lying there like that, not Dean.'

'I know it might seem that way boy, but you know it's not. Dean should have known better then to go in there on his own, he should have called me or someone else in if you weren't in on the game. It's his own damned fault for getting in this mess,' he looked over at Sam who was shaking his head a guilty look on his face. 'Though don't get me wrong, you deserve to feel a little guilty. If you two could just keep it civil for one second.'

Sam nodded in agreement as the door opened and the doctor from earlier walked back in with more scans and results. He had been and gone three times on the hour since Dean had been brought in, checking his stats and writing things down. The only news he had brought was a few broken bones.

'Mr Singer I take it? I'm Dr Marc, I will be looking after your son.' Bobby shook hands with the young doctor, nodding. 'We have the results from your sons CT Scans. Everything looks alright at the minute, he has a small bleed in the frontal lobe, and a small fracture in skull but its minor and should by all means heal correctly on its own.' Bobby nodded, taking it all in.

'What's all this bandage shit over his eyes for?' Bobby looked from Sam who had paled and looked away, to the doctor who gave him a sympathetic smile. 'Doc what aren't I being told 'ere?'

'When your son was brought in he had suffered a physical trauma to his eyes.'

'Yeah what does that mean? A few bruises and some swelling? What?' Bobby demanded.

'Someone has cut directly across your sons eyes with a very shape blade, we are thinking, judging by how clean and deep the cuts are, they were done with a barbers blade. We don't know the full extent of the damage yet, but when he wakes up we should know, but it isn't looking good.' Bobby turned his back on the doctor and walked back to his chair, sitting down.

'Cut across his eyes?' The doctor nodded. 'That doesn't sound too good...' Bobby was lost for words, he looked across at Sam but the youngest Winchester was doing his best to not make eye contact with anyone, guilt was dripping from his features. 'Thanks Doc...' Bobby muttered as the doctor moved around him to check Dean's stats again, writing more down on his board before adjusting one of the tubes that was slowly dripping a clear liquid directly to the boy's veins.

'I just lowered the pain medication; this should help him wake up on his own. The next move we take will be impacted on the amount of pain your son is suffering. With wounds like this, it is always hard to judge the impact on the patient. There isn't too much we can do for the eyes, we have stitched them for now, but that will only be temporary. We may be looking at removing the eyes themselves and replacing them with special ceramic orbs, they are professionally fashioned to match the patient's eyes before the trauma.' Bobby didn't quiet understand everything the doctor was saying to him, but he nodded and took it all in as best as he could. All he seemed to hear clearly out of all the medical jargon and speak was that the brightest hunter of their era would never see again.

Sam stood up abruptly and left the room. Bobby caught the tears running down his cheeks before the door swung shut behind him. Shaking his head, Bobby knew there was nothing he could do right now. The doctor nodded in his direction once more before leaving the room also, leaving him alone with the eldest Winchester. Moving the chair closer to the bed he took Dean's bandaged hand and gave it a small squeeze before standing up and going after Sammy.

Dean was going to need them both when he woke up; something told him this was not going to be an easy trip for the oldest Winchester.