Sammy had a heavy heart as he watched Dean leave him alone in the alley. Dean never left him alone like this… they must've really needed some help. He wished Dean would come back soon. Maybe Uncle Bobby could come help and bring them to see their dad at the hospital.
Sammy winced away from the cold wind and tears started to fall down his cheek, but he quickly stopped when he heard the doors in the back of the alley slam open.
A man with a white apron carrying two big black garbage bags stepped out. The boy watched as the man flung them into the large dumpster.
Sammy glanced across the street, hoping that he would spot Dean coming back to him, but the road was abandoned.
He put his head back down and got into a tight ball, trying to be invisible from the man in the apron. After a few seconds, when Sammy thought it was ok to look, he hesitantly looked, only to find the man staring straight at him. Keeping his eyes glued to Sammy's whimpering figure, the man slowly opened the door and stepped back into the building.
Sammy started to hum to himself as the air began to grow colder. He lay his head back up against the wall inside the hood of the sweatshirt and closed his eyes. He could feel the pain in his stomach and his chest now that the adrenaline was wearing off. His arm was useless and he was alone. Where was Dean? Sammy started to frown and tried to hold back tears when he thought of what may have happened to his brother, his protector.
Another loud noise interrupted his thoughts. Sammy's head snapped down once more when he heard the door open again, but this time, there were three different voices, and one of them was a woman's.
Out of curiosity, he slowly lifted his head to see the man from before in the apron, along with another man and a woman who were wearing matching uniforms. Their shirts were black and they had patches all over.
Sammy pressed himself up against the building as the two new people in the uniforms approached him. He looked at them with fear in his eyes, and Sammy saw the woman whisper something into her partner's ear.
She crouched down in front of him. Sammy wanted to bolt. Where was Dean? What was he supposed to do?
"Hey there," she said soothingly, "my name's Carol, what's yours?" He tried to respond, but the words got caught in his throat. He tried again and a faint whisper of "Sam," creeped out.
"Sam?" she questioned. The little boy simply nodded his head. "Well, how old are you Sam?" she asked him quietly. He took his good arm and held it up, revealing all five fingers to her. "Five," he whispered.
"What are you doing out here, sweetie?" she asked him.
"Waiting."
"For whom?"
"Him," he began. He knew he wasn't allowed to give out a lot of information to strangers. "He said to wait here till he got back." For someone who had done nothing but follow orders his whole life, Sam thought his reasoning for sitting out in the cold sounded as good as any.
"Has he been gone for a really long time?"
Sammy thought about her question and gave a small nod.
"Well then, why don't you come with me and my friend? We will make you feel better and get you out of the cold."
Sammy didn't move. "Wh-where are we going?" he stammered. "I'm not supposed to-".
Carol looked over to her partner and then back at the boy again. "We are going in a special car that takes you to the hospital."
"No," he said immediately, "I'm not sup-supposed t-to..." Where was Dean? Was he allowed to tell her what happened? Was he allowed to talk about Dean? She looked like a good guy, but Dean said that anybody could be a demon, even the ones who looked like the good guys. And Dean said they had to run away so that they wouldn't be brought to the hospital, and now this lady wanted to bring him there!
Because of the way Carol looked at him, he could tell she was confused. "We're not going to hurt you Sam," she told him gently. "We're going inside where it's warm, and we're going to clean you up, make you feel better, and you can eat something."
Sammy thought about her persuasive argument. "You promise?" he asked her. She nodded as she reached out to pick him up.
"No!" he said as loud as he could, throwing out his good arm as a shield. Carol backed off and he slowly stood up, keeping his twisted arm steady. "I-I can walk," he told her. He wanted to run away, to get Dean, but this lady was blocking him in the alley, and if she grabbed him it was going to hurt.
Sammy was pleased that the woman nodded her head and took a step back, allowing him to walk on his own. He could feel Carol's hand go behind his head and gently guided him over to her partner. Sammy followed them out of the alley, and when they got out to the front, he saw a large white van with red and blue lights on the top of it.
Carol smiled at the boy as the other EMT opened the back door to the van. Sam hesitated, looking at how high off of the ground it was. "I gotcha," the EMT said, and before Sam could stop him, he put his arm around the boy. Sammy sat on his forearm as he gently brought him up to the ambulance. Relieved that the man hadn't hurt him, Sammy whispered, "Thank you".
Carol stepped into the ambulance and the man shut the door before walking around to the driver's seat. Carol lifted Sam the same way the driver had, and placed him onto the bed.
"Can you lie down for me, Sam?" she asked, trying to swing his feet up onto the bed. She was a bit surprised when Sam fought her hands away. He shook his head and stayed rooted where he was, keeping his feet dangling off the side of the gurney. He was pleased when she didn't force him to lie down. Maybe she really was a good guy.
As they drove off, Sam looked around at all of the different stuff in the back of the car, waiting for her to use some of the supplies, but Carol just sat next to him and smiled. Sam knew that his dad's first aid kit was nothing compared to what these guys had.
The drive continued in silence and Sammy thought about Dean coming back to find him missing. He should have waited. He was going to be in so much trouble… "I-I don't want to go anymore!" he said, attempting to hop off the bed. Carol immediately put her hand across his knees to keep him on, clearly nervous that he would hurt himself for not being strapped in properly.
"It's ok, Sam," she repeated. "When we get there, my friend is going to be waiting for us, and he's going to make you feel better." She paused for a moment and then yelled up to the driver. "Call the ER," she began, "tell them just to have Castiel waiting."
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