After saving two kids from a Rawhead, Dean was unintentionally electrocuted. The event had almost killed him, and caused him to suffer a heart attack. He made it out alive- but barely. Dean checked himself out of the hospital against your and Sam's wishes.

In the motel room, You helped Dean sit in a chair in the corner while Sam pulled out his laptop on the bed. He groaned as he sat down. He looked between you and Sam, scoffing. "Have you even slept? You look worse than me."

You and Sam shared a look, ignoring Dean's question. "I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Sam's been calling every contact in your dad's journal." Sam nodded.

Dean narrowed his eyes, leaning forward in the chair. "For what?"

Sam sighed as you plopped down on the edge of the bed next to him. "For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called us back. Told us about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist." You nodded.

Dean shook his head closed his eyes. He winced as he tried to get comfortable in his chair. He pressed his right hand over his eyes and dragged it down his face. "You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?"

Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at the address. "Not gonna let you die, period. We're going."

The drive was long and consisted of Dean complaining and saying things along the lines of. 'This isn't worth it, I'm just gonna die anyway.' Eventually, you'd arrive at where the specialist practiced. You rolled up a gravel road and to a large white tent. A sign for Roy Le Grange was outside.

As the three of you stepped out of the car, Dean shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and scoffed. He shot you a glare. "Man, you are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor."

You shrugged "I believe we said a specialist." You grabbed his arm to steady him. "Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal."

Dean shook his head and shook you off. "I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."