1Chapter Two
Bobby paced back and forth in the hospital room his hands needing something to occupy them, but every time he brought his arms up his elbow reminded him of the sheer amount of blood they had taken from him. The IV stand served as his boundary as he pulled at the tubing in frustration. This was ridiculous. Hendrickson had obviously lost it. How anyone could see what that man saw and still think that it was all part of some crazy hallucinogen instead of actual demons and ghosts...Bobby would never understand the man. The questioning had already begun and Bobby was giving little more then a recap as he waited for his favors to come through.
He was relatively sure that he had used them all. His favors, that is...in order to secure his release. Unfortunately, that wouldn't help Dean. The boy was in far too much trouble for any pull on Bobby's part. Still he had one solution for Dean.
Bobby looked up to see his finely attired lawyer walking into the room past the arms guards in the hallway. "Well you've really stepped in it this time." Andrew Franks got out with a shake of his head. "Do you have any idea what it took to get you're bail?"
"I really don't care right now, Andrew." Bobby replied shortly. "I need you to get a message to the boy they brought in with me."
"I don't know if I can." Andrew's eyes widened. "And if I were you would put as much distance between the connection you two have as you can..."
"You find a way...and that's under advisement...All I need you to tell him is that he needs to act more like his Dad in reference to what I told him after he pulled Sam from the river." Bobby got out ignoring the confusion that surfaced in his friends eyes. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't..."
"Important?" Andrew nodded. "Yeah I figured. I'm not going to ask...cause I really don't want to know, but as soon as the treatment for whatever you were exposed to is finished...you are released on bail, but ordered to stay in town." Andrew tossed Bobby a bag of his personal effects.
"Thanks for that." Bobby nodded.
"I think that squares us." Andrew nodded in return meeting his eyes briefly. "You stay out of trouble from here on out...or at least don't get caught."
"No promises there." Bobby smiled softly with a chuckle.
"There never were." Andrew laughed out. He held out his hand in a friendly goodbye...meaning never to see the man again. "Take care, Bobby."
"You too Andrew." Bobby clasped his hand and watched as he walked out the door to deliver the message to Dean.
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Dean looked to the wrist straps on the bed defiantly. That worthless no good son of a bitch. He was in full restraint receiving his treatment for a condition that didn't even exist because Hendrickson had informed everyone that Dean Winchester was a world class escape artist. What he wouldn't have given for a paper clip in his mouth...though how he would have unfolded it with his tongue was beyond him. "Sam you better be alright." Dean breathed to the ceiling clinching and unclinching his fists in frustration of his current situation.
He looked up instantly as the door opened and a guy in a suite walked in.
"Bobby sent me, I'm Andrew Franks, his attorney. I'm just going to say this as fast as I can and be on my way." Andrew began obviously regarding Dean with some disdain. "Bobby asked me to tell you to that it would be in your benefit to begin acting liking your father in regards to what he was talking about when you climbed out of the river earlier. I suppose that that means something to you."
Dean frowned taking that in with a nod. "How is Bobby?" He asked before the guy could leave still letting the message rumble around through his head as he tried to put it in context.
Andrew paused his hand on the knob of the hospital room. "He's going to be leaving as soon as the treatment is finished. He made bail." He watched Dean nod in relief. "Look if you really want to do him a favor then keep him away. The more association he has with you the worse his case is going to be."
Dean frowned sort of angrily. " Uh yeah...thanks for that." Dean nodded. He waited til Andrew left the room to think on what he had said. The guy was probably right. Bobby stood a better chance of dodging some bullets in the judicial system if he steered clear of Dean, but then again...and Dean smiled to himself...Bobby had no intentions of ever being in the court room. That much Dean knew. Bail was meant to be jumped and Bobby would be long gone before they ever even figured out that he was going to run. Obviously, this Andrew buddy of his must have owed him something and didn't have a clue what Bobby meant to do with the favor that had been granted him. Dean knew though. He knew Bobby well enough to know that he was already three steps past his current confinement...with his steps planned out to perfection.
And still he sent this guy in to tell him something. Well Dean was sure that he was n't even going to get bail...and so Bobby was trying to give him some other out...but what. When they had spoken of his father near the river's edge they had been talking about a breakdown. A breakdown Dean had never known about...one that he was scared to think on, because he had never known his father to be weak...and that painted him in a whole new light. Still Dean could see where it could come from. You do this job long enough and anyone is bound to lose it eventually. Dean stared hard at the door his focus not really there as he put two and two together. Bobby wanted him to act nuts...Dean lulled his head back with a smile.
It made sense...the lock down ward was easier to escape from then the jail...so what the hey. He figured he could pull off a good crazy. "Like my man Jack." Dean whispered to himself with a smile. "Thanks Bobby." he said to no one in particular as he started his plan into action by using his pinky to press the nurses button.
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Sam saw the sign for Hanover and frowned feeling a bit sleepy from the drugs that they were pumping into him from his prone position in the chopper with Leah still in his arms. "I thought you always blinked home." Sam whispered into her ear glad for the whir of the chopper to drown out any ease dropping.
"I usually do." Leah nodded against his chest. To anyone else it may have seemed like a lovers soft cooing to each other, Sam and Leah knew better though. "I'm telling you it was from the volume of psychic energy in the room...it messed with the blink." Leah ran her good arm up his chest feeling her breath hitch as they adjusted her broken arm. "Bugger..." She closed her eyes tightly waiting til the pain passed enough to speak again. "We're still near Huntington." Sam whispered. "Little town nearby called Hanover. We've got to be careful here."
"Yeah. Police..."
"Police are fine...I can handle the police...its FBI..particularly Hendrickson." Sam continued his voice so low that Leah could barely hear it let alone the flight medics.
"God I'm going to be sick." Leah grimaced as they shifted her arm again.
"Oh please no." Sam winced looking down to her as she fought the urge.
"Alright folks." The medics finally called as the chopper sat down atop the Hanover hospital roof. "We're going to have to separate you two now..." The leader of the group screamed over the noise and Sam looked past his feet to the gurneys being wheeled to the door of the chopper.
"NO!" they both called out in unison.
"Look well keep you in the same room and as close as we can but you have to go into separate beds." The leader gave in reluctantly. "I'll make sure that you stay together though...alright?"
Sam gave a reluctant smile. He couldn't believe how easy it had been to set that up. "Thank you sir." He said full heartedly.