Bobby's down. Shit, Bobby's down, he dropped like a frickin' stone.

What the hell is this guy?

Why does Dean feel like he can feel those fingers on his own forehead.

Why the hell does that feel like relief?

Good thing for Dean his mouth is on autopilot.

"I've gotta say, dude, if that's supposed to be a pick-up line, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say 'no' right now."

He takes another second to look at this whatever-the-hell he is, then starts heading toward Bobby.

Because if Bobby's dead, ain't nothin' gonna save this asshole.

Nothing.