Hello everyone, thank you all for the support when I first published this I was a little unsure about where I was going with this story but now I have an actual plan which is exciting.

I have decided I'm going to try to update this story on Wednesdays, so keep a look out for further installments

Just to warn you this chapter is full of injured Dean so it's a little bloody, and since I'm not a doctor there are probably medical inaccuracies (which I'm always happy to fix but for now I'm just using basic knowledge)

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I hope you guys enjoy.

Jo stormed through the Roadhouse jaw set, honey blonde hair streaming down her back as she raced upstairs ignoring the panic that had started to take root in her chest. He's going to be fine, Doc knows how to deal with hunters, besides he didn't look that bad…. Jo shook her head at the thought as she entered her room thanking her lucky stars that she had tidied up earlier that week. No I'm not doing that I can't pretend Dean doesn't look like crap he doesn't deserve that, I need to face reality, being a hunter "isn't for amateurs or girls with half-baked fantasies" Jo chided remembering the stern lecture she had received from Dean all those months ago in the haunted apartment building.

As she stripped her bed Jo kept asking herself the same three questions. Why had the eldest Winchester shown up now, after months of radio silence? What the hell had he gotten himself into? and the most concerning where was Sam, and was he okay? Folding her comforter and throwing it in the closet Jo turned around to stare at the sagging mattress now covered by only a thin white sheet and a single beige pillow.

Jo was suddenly shaken from her daze by loud footsteps followed by the unmistakable sound of the last call bell. Rushing to the door Jo flung it open just as Bow and Evan reached the last step, Dean's unconscious form strung between the two brothers his head lolling. Seeing Jo the three men shuffled past her Doc coming in fast behind them, as Dean was placed gently on the bed.

"Okay no time wasting, Jo, you go get me a large thing of boiled water, Evan and Bow I'm going to need towels and rubbing alcohol, I think there are some towels in a closet in the storeroom. You're going to have to ask Ellen where she keeps the first aid supplies" Doc instructed glancing at Jo for confirmation. Jo nodded and the two men ran downstairs to grab the necessary items. Jo followed but as she reached the door she glanced back to watch as Doc turn her attention back to the bleeding hunter setting her large medical bag on the foot of the bed.

Jo raced downstairs, pass the remaining barflies slumped over the bar, and into the tiny kitchen. She grabbed a large metal pot off one of the nearby drying racks and quickly filled it in the small sink next to the stove. After filling the pot almost to the top Jo lugged the heavy steel container to the stove and placed it on the front right burner, turning the knob on full blast hoping that it wouldn't take too long for the water to boil.

Finally, after several minutes of impatiently waiting, the water began to bubble, sighing with relief Jo tugged the large pot off the stove. Deciding it would be a good idea to bring a smaller bowl to use for cleaning out Dean's wounds, Jo grabbed a small ceramic bowl before she made her way through the bar passing Evan and Bow as she began to climb up the old wooden stairs, being sure to keep her bare skin away from the hot steel.

Reaching the top of the stairs Jo took a deep breath although she had seen hurt hunters before and had even assisted her mother with some minor injuries, she knew that this would be different, not because Dean was in bad shape but because she cared about him.

Preparing herself for the worse Jo walked down the small hallway before putting down the pot and opening the door not daring to look at the pale figure on the bed until she had delivered the bubbling water to Doc, and had placed the bowl on the bedside table.

Glancing at the man on the bed Jo stifled a gasp, outside on the pavement with only the light of a street lamp illuminating the injured hunter, Dean had looked bloody but relatively okay. Now though was a different story, Doc had removed his tattered shirt to reveal numerous small cuts, she had already started to treat. She had also started to staunch the bleeding on the two more aggressive gashes, placing clean rags on the ones on his chest and side. Not only were there cuts but there was also a pattern of deep purple and yellow bruises that started near the unconscious hunter's ribs and went down his midsection, even then judging by the now obvious black eye and discoloration on the man's shoulders, it was likely that his back was probably in similar condition.

"Okay then, I already made sure he doesn't have a concussion or that he's going to bleed out on us so I think it's time to get these cuts cleaned out" Doc said with a grin snapping on a fresh pair of white pair of gloves, tossing the used red-stained pair into wastebasket by the nightstand. "Jo hand me that bowl " Doc instructed as she grabbed a raggedy white washcloth from a stack next to the bed that Jo recognized from the linen closet in the storeroom that was always kept stocked for situations such as this.

Jo did as she was told and carefully filled the bowl, the water wasn't bubbling as fiercely now but it was still hot to the touch.

"Oh and don't forget gloves" Doc added handing Jo a matching pair of white latex gloves.

As Jo set the bowl down to put on the stretchy gloves, she heard a faint groan. "Hey Dean-o you with us?" Jo asked sitting down next to the injured man. As Doc checked the deep puncture wound on Dean's right side seemingly unaware of his sudden return to the waking world.

"Where am I... is Sammy Okay?" Dean croaked weakly, his usually bright green eyes were dull and Jo could tell that the hunter was probably in a lot of pain, judging from the number of cuts and bruises that decorated his body, she would be surprised if he wasn't.

"You're at the Roadhouse, do you remember how you got here?" Jo asked worry piercing her faux casual tone as she shot Doc a concerned glance not sure how to answer Dean's question without sending him into a frenzy over his missing brother.

Dean shook his head, his eyelids were already slipping shut, the short conversation seemed to have taken all the strength the young hunter had managed to muster.

"Jo can you keep him talkin' I don't want him going into shock" Doc hissed as she threw a blood-soaked rag onto a growing pile replacing it with a clean one to apply pressure to the hunter's still bleeding side.

"Hey Dean, I need you to stay awake a little longer," Jo said shaking the man's shoulder carefully not wanting to add to the eldest Winchester's injuries.

Slowly Dean's eyes opened once more, this time though they seemed slightly brighter which was a good sign considering the alternative.

"Hey Jo while you keep Mr. Bleeds-a-lot awake would you mind keeping pressure on his side, I think I got the rest of him under control but this one doesn't seem to want to quit" Doc growled shooting a pointed look at Dean as if it was his fault he couldn't keep his blood where it belonged.

"Yeah, I got it," Jo said moving around the bed to the other side to take the red-headed woman's spot on the lumpy mattress, applying pressure on the bleeding gash. "Dean, can you tell me how the hell you got yourself into this mess?" Jo asked as Doc began to clean a small cut on the man's chest using a mixture of rubbing alcohol and water.

"Vamps, a whole nest full, just a little north of here. " Dean hissed through clenched teeth, his apple-green eyes glaring at Doc obviously not a fan of the out-spoken stranger.

"Wow, taking on a whole nest of bloodsuckers alone, are ya crazy or just have a death wish" Doc chuckled as she finished the last of the minor scraps and started to check to see if the large gash on his chest had stopped bleeding.

Dean shook his head "Sam took out at least two before the rest of the nest caught on" he panted, clenching his fists as Doc began on the stab wound, which had appeared to have ceased bleeding.

Jo stared at the breathless hunter his forehead was slick with sweat and his breathing become labored. The effort of remaining conscious and explaining why he was in his current position had obviously drained him and Jo was surprised he was still conscious. "Dean, take it easy, okay, you can tell us all about how you took on three Fangs at once in the morning," Jo said glancing at Doc who nodded in agreement if only a little cautious knowing what could happen if Dean happened to go south in his sleep.

"No, not until I know if Sam's okay" Dean murmured glancing at the door as if expecting his abnormally tall brother to burst through the door.

"Dean...um..." Jo glanced at Doc lost for words, not sure if telling the overly protective Winchester that his brother was missing was a good idea considering the shape he was in.

"He's okay, right?" Dean asked glancing at Doc and Jo his eyes wide as he tried to sit up.

"Yeah, he's just downstairs talking with Ellen" Doc lied pushing her patient back down on the pillow.

Dean glanced at Jo, and although Jo could tell, he still had unanswered questions the exhausted hunter just closed his eyes, letting unconsciousness whisk him away from the pain and worry of the waking world.

"He's going to be pissed when he wakes up" Jo whispered as she helped Doc finish cleaning and bandaging the wound on the hunter's side, which had finally stopped bleeding.

"I know but I would rather him get some shut-eye before I stitch him up tomorrow, besides would you rather him panicking and hurting himself further," Doc asked cocking an eyebrow.

"No, I guess not" Jo replied half-heartedly, her stomach was in knots, now that she knew that the youngest hunter could be in mortal peril.

"Jo, don't worry everything will be fine, now help me cover him up, I know I said I wanted his more serious injuries to breath for a few hours before closing them up but it won't do him any good if he slips into shock" Doc said trying to lighten the mood as Jo went to grab one of her old blankets from closet.

To be continued...

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And I know Jo and Dean didn't have their usual spark but I promise it will get better in later chapters

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