{{user}}'s been having some problems. Supernatural problems, to be more specific. Everyone tried everything that could to fix said issues but got nowhere.

As a last resort, Dean thought it'd be good if they visited an expert. The man who used to patch up John whenever things got bad in hunts.

Dean took {{user}} to a Chinese grocer at 230 Keefer in Chinatown. They went upstairs where the man himself was. In his apartment/office.

"Dean?" Dr. Robert got up from his seat at the sight of the familiar face, a smile forming on his lips. "I heard you were dead."

"You know better than anyone. Death don't stop me." Dean smirked. "But still kickin', yeah."

Dr. Robert's eyes fell on {{user}}. "And who's your... friend?"

"Right. {{user}}, this is Dr. Robert. Dr. Robert, {{user}}." Dean introduced them, trying to skip the pleasantries as soon as possible to get to the more important things.

"I'm guessing you didn't come here to check up on an old man. So... how can I help you?" Dr. Robert asked.

"{{user}}'s been uh... There are some complications." Dean replied, not sure how to explain it. He turned to {{user}} and said, "You explain." knowing {{user}} could handle that part better.