My Worst Nightmare
Author: Angelkisses87Genre: Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Characters: Maggie, Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Lola
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. Maggie is my original character and Lola is the original character created by Bubblegumthai
Chapter One
A hazel brown eye gently opened, its black central circle shrunk in size as it focused. A natural light bounced off the sparkling brown iris as it darted left to right, bottom to right, taking in its surroundings.
With a blink, Maggie slowly lifted her head from the soft pillow. Her brunette waves tousled down one side of her face. As the hazy feeling in her head lifted, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. She was lying on a thin mattress near to the wall. After pulling her foot out from under a blue woolen blanket, she put a foot down on the soft padded floor. Maggie pulled herself up and stood in the middle of the room and looked down at her torso and legs. No longer was she wearing her jeans and black tank top, instead she was dressed head to toe in crisp white, cotton scrubs.
As she looked at the padded walls and ceiling a sick feeling of realization and fear set in. She was in a solitary confinement room, in a mental hospital and she had no idea how she got there.
Maggie darted to the cushioned door and pounded on the small glass window in the middle of the door.
"Hello…" She called but to no reply, "anybody!…Sam!…DEAN!"
After several hours sitting on the mattress in silence, her legs curled up to her chest; the door of the padded room finally opened. The man that walked was dressed in a navy blue suit, a white shirt with blue pinstripes and a red tie. Maggie looked the stranger up and down. His hair was black with a hint of silver peeking through his sideburns. His skin was pale and faint wrinkles lined his middle-aged profile.
"Good morning Maggie, how are we feeling today?" The man asked his tone was soft and kind, but Maggie was not going to be taken in by the man, she knew full well that things are not always as they seemed and today this was painfully true.
"I ordered those books you wanted, they should get here after lunch."
"Where are my brothers?" Maggie didn't't know what the doctor was taking about, and she didn't't want to know, all she wanted to know was what had happened.
The middle-aged doctor looked at Maggie and tilted his head, giving her a look as if she should have known the answer to her question. "Sam is down the hall in his room."
"I don't…what…why am I here?"
"You're here to get better Maggie."
Maggie looked back skeptically, with a frown.
The man rose to straiten up smoothing down his shirt, "Its lunchtime, Mexican today."
Maggie got up from her spot on the floor and pulled at the white scrubs she had woken up in. She wasn't at all hungry but she was desperate to get out of the small white room. Her mind whirring with all manner of questions. She stepped out of the soft floor and onto the cold hard floor of the corridor. Two male nurses in blue scrubs stood either side of her, the suited doctor walked a few paces ahead.
Maggie was escorted the whole way to the cafeteria, constantly given a smirk by her doctor. Until they came to a large room filled with tables, occupied by patients of all shapes, sizes and ages. The men and women, dressed in pyjamas and dressing gowns, lent over in their chairs tucking into plastic trays, a small compartment for each food group.
Maggie sat down at a table by herself after collecting her own tray, she looked out over the room as she picked up her fork turning over the processed meat that was supposedly roast chicken. Taking in her surroundings and the new unfamiliar faces; Maggie went over the dozen questions that were swimming in her mind. Why was she here? Did the creature they were hunting do this to her? What had happened to Sam and Dean?
She looked up at the clock, which hung on the far wall of the cafeteria and noted the time, 12 O'clock; one hour till visiting hours, 60 minutes until she could see Dean and find out what the hell was going on.