INT. VEHICLE - NIGHT
"Bobby?" Sam called. "Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on."
"Sam, Penny, is he dead?" Dean asked. "Penny, how's your dad?"
"I'm checking." He felt Bobby's neck for a pulse.
"Is he dead?!"
"Just drive, Dean! Bobby!"
Penelope shook Bobby. "Bobby, please. You gotta wake up!" Her voice shook as she continued shaking him. "Hang in there, Dad."
Conor reached up and tucked her hair back. "I'll be fine, Penny."
"You gotta talk to me, Sam!" Dean cried.
"All right, he's breathing," Sam told him. "There's a pulse."
Dean entered numbers on his cell. "Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding."
"I'm not an idiot, Dean! I know first aid for a damn bullet to the head!"
Dean spoke into the phone. "I need the nearest trauma center."
"Hold on. Hold on." He glanced to Penelope. "We're gonna help him, okay?"
"What's the address?!" Dean glanced back a moment. "All right, Bobby, hang in there."
The vehicle skidded as Dean accelerated.
"Bobby!" Sam called. "Just hold on!"
EXT. FOREST - DAY
"Well, I guess we found Phil," Dean said.
Bobby frowned. "Wait a minute. Something's not right here."
"Yeah, no kidding. There's a corpse in a tree."
"Something bad's about to happen."
Penelope gestured to her gun. "Yeah, well, danger's kind of on the W2 - that's why we got the guns."
Blood dripped onto Bobby's hand. There was a bloodstain on Bobby's cap. He put his fingers to his head and saw more blood on his fingertips when he lowered his hand.
"Or something bad's happened already."
INT. OLD HOUSE - DAY
Bobby, Dean, Sam, Conor and Penelope entered. Bobby removed his cap and touched his head. There was a small amount of blood on his forehead.
"Balls," Bobby muttered.
"Y-you want to tell us what's going on?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, what's going on with your head?" Dean wondered.
"I got shot in it!" Bobby yelled.
"You what?"
Penelope frowned as she looked at Bobby. "We've been with you all day."
"Yeah, I think we woulda noticed if you took a bullet," Dean said.
"I didn't take one here. I-I took one out there, i-i-in the real world," Bobby told them.
"You lost us."
"Look, Bobby, you - you want to sit down, seriously?" Sam asked.
"No, there's something I gotta tell you," Bobby replied. "I-I... Dammit, I can't get at it."
"Well, it -it's okay, take your time," Conor told him.
Sam nodded. "We're - we're right here."
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Things We Lost in the Fire
Mystery / ThrillerThe apocalypse was thwarted, but at the cost of one's soul, in bargain to keep another safe. One who is a trusted friend betrays those closest to him. A door has been opened, bringing about fangs and black goo. Tablets reveal the possibility to cl...
