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"Did you grab those pain killers?" Dean questioned.
"Uh, yeah. Are those water bottles still on the floor back there?" Sam questioned quickly worried about the amount of pain his brother must be in if he was already asking for pain killers.
"Yeah." Dean replied reaching to pick up one of the water bottles from the floor, "Next time we stop we clean out baby." Dean added referring to the puke that had spattered across the floor thankful that it wasn't much. Sam nodded handing one of the pill bottles that he had picked up from the hospital back to his brother.
Fifteen minutes later Dean was softly snoring in the back seat and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. They had avoided the police twice in the last twenty-four hours in two different gun hoe small towns, got through a fairly extensive surgery, and managed an affective last minute escape from a hospital. Glancing in the back seat Sam looked at his sleeping brother, now all he needed to do was figure out where to take Dean to finish his hopefully less eventful recovery and Sam knew that only one place really made sense; Bobby's.
Picking up his phone Sam called Bobby listening to the ringing on the other end, after the fourth ring a gruff voice picked up, "Hello?" "Hey Bobby, it's me Sam."
Hey'a Sam. You boy's alright?" Bobby questioned quickly, it always seemed like the boys had an issue when they called and due to the pause on the other end of the line he didn't think that this time was going to prove any differently.
"Dean had a run in with a nasty spirit." Sam paused, "He broke his femur. He's already had corrective surgery but the little town we were in was super eager to catch any trespassers for any of the surrounding towns and since we didn't want to chance getting caught we ran."
"How soon will you be here?" Bobby asked knowingly.
"About six hours give or take."
"I'll try to get one of my medical friends to stop by and give Dean a once over, he won't like it but you don't mess around with fractures like that." The older more experienced hunter stated glad to know someone who would be able to help who owed him one.
"Thank you Bobby." Sammy stated sincerely, thankful to have a plan and a direction to head in.
"Yeah, just drive safe." Bobby replied gruffly already planning a trip to the grocery store to pick up food for them all.
The brothers made it to Bobby's in six hours and forty-five minutes due to Dean's insistence that the Impala be cleaned before they made it to Bobby's. Pulling into the driveway both boys immediately felt more at home and Sam finally felt that the day of terror that Dean and he had lived through was finally coming to a close. The screen door swung open and Bobby walked out his hands pushed into his pockets apparently trying to look less parental than he was really being. Sam smiled as he saw him, glancing back to see if his older brother was up from his most recent cat nap.
"Dean. Wake up, we're here." Dean rubbed his eyes looking out of the car window at the piles of junk that surrounded Bobby's house glad to be somewhere where he knew he could bed down for awhile without worrying about covers being blown or keeping up false identities. Sam turned off the Impala and stepped out of the car after pulling up as close as he could to the porch trying to make it less difficult for his brother to get into the house.
"Hey Bobby." Sam stated smiling at the older man. "Hey'a Sam." Bobby replied reaching out to give Sam a rough hug. "So where's that idjit, big brother of yours?"
"In the back," Sam said walking to open the back Impala door.
"What did you do this time boy?" Bobby questioned Dean while smiling knowingly at the young man in front of him.
"Ballet class didn't go as expected…" Dean replied sarcastically, "Get me outta here, would ya?"
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