𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

𝐗𝐈𝐗

He's everything to them.

Dean's cell phone began ringing, so he took a call. Sam and Karina looked down, listening to Dean's conversation on the call. "Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Snyderson... What?... Where?"

After the emergency call from the hospital in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Bobby was in trouble. They were driving all night to the location of the hospital. He didn't wake up. The trio was standing beside Bobby who sounded peacefully asleep in bed. Enough to give everyone tension by how this happened to him.

Sam asked Bobby's doctor, "So, what's the diagnosis?"

"We've tested everything we can think of. He seems perfectly healthy."

Dean pointed out, "Except that he's comatose."

"Mr. Snyderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"

"No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch a cold."

Karina looked at the doctor, "Is there anything you can do, doctor?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it... so we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep and didn't wake up."

Trio shared looks at each other, and then at Bobby. His eyes remain shut.

***

They all arrived at the motel room where Bobby was caught by the maid. They all examined the room as Sam asked, "So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?"

Dean answered as he closed the door behind him, "I don't know unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..."

Karina inferred as she walked around the room, "Or he was working on a solo case."

Dean raised his arms, "Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?"

They all went their separate ways, searching every part of the room. Drawers, dressers, cabinets. Dean bean listing down as they searched the room, "Research, news clippings... or a friggin pizza box or a beer can."

Karina walked toward the closet, getting another idea. She opened the doors of the closet and turned on the light. Revealing Bobby's clothes hanging, she noticed something familiar behind the clothes.

"Boys!"

They both came to her as she moved hanging clothes on the rack. Hidden wall taped with research information, newspaper clippings, and pictures. There were a series of pictures of plants, dried vegetables, and maps shrouding the area.

Dean chuckled, "Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks."

Sam asked, "You make heads or tails of any of this?"

Dean reached his hand, grabbing one of the papers off the wall, reading the title, "Silene capensis, which of course means absolutely nothing to me."

Karina grabbed one of the newspaper clippings. She began reading as she was skimming through the article. "Dr. Walter Gregg. 64. University neurologist."

"How'd he bite it?"

"Surprisingly, they don't know. They all said he went to sleep but couldn't wake up."

Dean took a clip out of Karina's hand, reading it to himself. "That sounds familiar to you guys?"

Sam laid his hand on the door, speaking out his words. "All right, um... So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know hunting after something-"