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One Hundred and Sixty: The Next Two Years

For the next two years, Dean worked off and on with John, but only when the man couldn't find a partner for the hunt he was on. He did call Dean once a week. The talk was always about the hunt. Dean would update his father on every aspect of the job he was on.

In 2004, Dean got injured. He had been fighting a demon when another one stabbed him in the abdomen. He managed to apply pressure and bandage it, but he'd lost a lot of blood and his hands were shaking too hard to stitch the wound.

The young hunter got his cell and hit speed dial. It automatically went to Sam. He heard his brother's voice message and realized his mistake. He knew Sam wouldn't pick up the phone, but it hurt just the same. He hit '2' on speed dial and reached his Dad's voice mail.

A sob escaped his lips as he made one more attempt. He dialed '3'.

"Hello." Dean almost cried.

"Bobby?"

"Dean? Are you all right?"

Taking a deep breath which hurt, Dean answered his surrogate father, "Bobby, it went bad. I need help. I'm hurt bad. Can you help me?"

"You still at the same place?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm on my way."

Dean slowly moved over to the bed and laid down. Within a half hour he was unconscious.