CHAPTER TWO

Get Away

LEXEE'S POV

"Noo! You're not taking me to some damn loony hospital!!"

"Ms. Ryan,"

"I'm not crazy!! I'm telling you the truth, Sam and Dean. Ask them. You have to believe me! Please, Doctor you must believe that I'm not crazy." I begged with tears filling my eyes.

"I want to Ms. Ryan but it doesn't help when you insist on talking about this. What are Sam and Dean's last names? Hm? That would help us."

He knew that he'd cracked me because my face fell along with my eyes and I slowly looked away.

"I thought so. Listen Ms. Ryan-"

"It's Lexee." I spat at him. He looked somewhat hurt, but I was the one who was really hurt! Who really needed help, but not mentally. So if he prefers to be my enemy then so be it.

"I have no other choice but to send you to Hartwood Institute. Don't worry Lexee they will be very nice to you, you'll feel right at home."

"AHH!!" Suddenly the images ran through my head again. This time however it showed me something different. But before I could make anything out of it someone broke my trance.

"Doctor," A man had entered the room and approached the doctor.

I was too busy holding myself as I quivered in pain while my doctor was being asked to leave the room.

"Lexee, I'm Agent Young and I would like for you to explain to me what you were doing in the middle of a train station."

"What? Oh. I was trying to get somewhere."

"Where?"

I dropped my head into my hands and shook it. "I don't know." I said weakly.

"I understand that this is, a very strange situation for you-"

I don't know what went through me, but it felt like a rush of anger.

I sat up quickly and shouted, "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! YOU COULDN'T KNOW! I DIDN'T KNOW MY NAME UNTIL…until I woke up in here."

"You're right I'm sorry, but the only way I can help you Lexee, is if you tell me everything you know. Okay?"

I look away from him in defeat. "You won't believe me. Nobody does."

He walked over to look at me and sat down. "Just try me."

I blinked the tears out of my eyes and looked at him. He looked so familiar. "Okay. I woke up in the middle of a field. I was in bad shape. There was nothing in sight, no cars, nothing for transportation so I just walked. As I did I got a headache from hell." I hesitated to tell him the rest.

He seemed to have noticed that I was scared to tell him. "Just try."

I took a deep breath. "After the headache came, it seemed to have brought these images along with it. I have no idea where it came from but it just happened. No one wants to listen or believes me! The doctors are going to put me in this institution! You have to help me, please."

"Calm down, now tell me what happened next."

"Well everything was blurry after that."

He seemed somewhat disappointed. "Okay well thank you for your time." He began to leave.

"Wait! I do remember one thing. I remember seeing you." He didn't look surprised which seemed odd to me. "You were in my head."

"The images? One of them was me?" I nodded. "What exactly did you see." It was more of a demand than a question as he sat down on my hospital bed.

"Me, you, another man, and…nothing. You're Dean? Dean Young? You didn't seem like a Federal Agent when I-" He became wide-eyed and began to shake his head. Eventually he pressed a finger to my lips. It was warm.

"I can't talk about that here, it's not safe. You promise that all you saw was that? Nothing else?"

I nodded, but I mouthed no. He got up and walked towards the window.

"What is it?"

"I need to get you out of here, but I can't through the entrance."

I thought long and hard then a plan popped into my devious head. "Sure ya can."


"Are you sure this is going to work?" He whispered closely to my ear.

The closeness between us felt nice. My thoughts towards Dean were beginning to become passionate, and I couldn't help it.

My plan was that we ditch my room. I dress into clothes that Dean had found for me and wear a cancer bandana. It seemed to have worked in my head until reality kicked in.

"What about the machines? They're monitoring them. They'll notice you're gone."

"Well that just means we'll have to walk fast now doesn't it. Now shoo go get me those clothes and bandana."

As I sat in my room waiting for him to return I thought about what had happened to me in the past couple of days, and nothing seemed to pop into my head. I couldn't remember a thing. How's that possible? I remember how to do logical things but no memories. How?

Dean began to walk into my room pulling some clothing from his jacket.

"What?" He said innocently.

"Turn around!"

I got dressed, into some very baggy clothes, as fast as I could considering my condition, and told Dean to roll the wheelchair sitting near the wall to me. As Dean helped me into the chair all my tubes were yanked off my arms.

"Ow!!"

"Sorry. You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said sternly without realizing my tone. "Let's just hurry before the nurses get here."

Dean twirled the chair around as I quickly wrapped the bandana around my head. I did my best to appear sick, cancer wise sick.

"Duck down and try not to look at anyone." He whispered to me.

As we made our way closer to the door, we were stopped by a group of frantic nurses blabbing about a patient, me. They didn't talk directly to us, so he pulled me behind a wall as we listened.

"I don't know how she got out! She was there fifteen minutes ago when I last checked on her. Then the doctor went in to check on her. Oh,"

"What? What?! Jenny what?"

"An FBI agent walked in to question her, he never walked out. Not that I know of. You don't think he, that he-"

Dean didn't stick around to hear the rest he walked past the group, out the door, to his car apparently, and helped me in. I pulled the bandana off and locked my door. I couldn't take the chances. Dean wasn't too far behind me.

"You don't think we were followed do you?"

He looked out the windshield. "No." He didn't say anything for awhile.

"Dean?" I questioned him. We were just sitting there when should have been on the road.

"I need to get you somewhere safe."

"Yea? Where would that be?"

As I spoke I coughed uncontrollably. I looked at my hand, it was covered in blood. I could taste it in my mouth. I looked at Dean with a 'help me' look, and he looked scared out of his pants. I was too.

"Well that can't be good."