Any other time she would have disagreed with Dean about having Bobby coming with them, mostly because she was selfish and always scared about losing him on a hunt, but in this instance after getting one of the worst injuries she had endured for a long time, she knew Bobby should have been with them. It could have gone so much worse for either one of them or both of them if they weren't so quick in thinking and she was lucky to be have thrown into the water and almost drowned near the remains they needed.

She looked over at him when he reached a hand up to behind his head and lowered it again to reveal how much he was bleeding and she frowned, now feeling all the more worried about him rather han herself. "just don't pass out on me" she told him as he kept driving, thankful that there was no speed monitoring cops around to make him stop.

To say she was relieved when they saw the motel they usually got when in Minnesota, she internally sighed with relief but also knew if they weren't focusing on their injuries, all kind sof bad thoughts and memories would come flooding back to the both of them. His swerving into the parking lot made her wince and hiss as he came to an abrupt stop, making her jolt in her seat. She didn't even have time to complain about his driving as he had already bolted out the car and headed to the reception to get them a room. She felt the blood soaking right through his shirt at the stage and she was feeling far too light headed from the blood loss, "stay awake woman..just a bit longer" she muttered to herself as her eyes began to see light spots, the sure sign of being close to passing out.

She barely could focus on anything and wasn't even aware of how long or short Dean was away for until he got back, opened her door and helped her out, grabbing hold of her again. "good because I don't know how much longer I can stay conscious..." she replied, her tone almost starting to slur and to her, sound echo-y. The world was spinning as he got her to the room, laying her on the bed. "Dean I..." she slurred, wanting to just close her eyes and her hands starting to falter on keeping his shirt on her leg, one hand already slipping off her leg.