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Bobby nodded, the next 6 months were going to be interesting.
Dean smiled as he glanced in the mirror having just finished brushing his teeth. It was finally here the day that he was going to be allowed to take part in an actual hunt. Of course he had been researching hunts since the moment he was lucid enough to not imagine that a fairy was behind it but this was going to be his first physical hunt since the injury had occurred and it had been far too long. It had taken Dean five and a half months for his recovery to get this far and according to Sandi he still wasn't done but the elder Winchester was itching to get back to the hunt too much to wait till he had her complete seal of approval. Besides he was capable of doing all the things that he used to with only an addition of a little pain and possibly a slight limp when he was tired.
When he had broached the subject of a hunt with Sam and Bobby they were both ready and willing to give in due to the excessive whining they had had to endure since the third week of his recovery. Once the pain had abated he just didn't see the reason to remain stationary until he tried something and the pain returned which happened at least once a week.
Dean's recovery had been long by anyone's standards but it seemed especially long for a hunter who couldn't sit still. His recovery however did go quicker than many others would have due to his determination to look upon his recovery as a competition against his own body. He went through the stages of walking faster than anyone Sandi had ever worked with and began jogging a week ahead of schedule. Of course his therapy regime also included several things that a typical regime did not include, the big one being sparring. At the beginning Sam took it really easy on Dean not wanting to hurt or discourage him. That quickly ended however when an afternoon of sparring ended with his elder brother sitting on his chest after forcing him to the ground and demanding that he quit.
Dean jogged down the steps enjoying the solid feeling in his right thigh, "Ya done primping yet? This ghost isn't going to waste itself ya know." Bobby grumbled, smiling slightly when he looked at the Christmas morning expression that Dean wore.
Dean raised his eyebrows looking amused, "You don't rush a piece of art, Bobby."
"You guys ready?" Sam questioned walking into the kitchen, a knack sack thrown over his shoulder.
"Yep." Dean and Bobby answered in unison.
Sam nodded, reaching into his pocket he pulled out the keys to the Impala and threw them to his brother who caught them easily. Dean smiled broadly, "Just remember, driver picks the music."
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