As planned Dean and Sam waited until nightfall, the two hunters now parked just outside of the hospital. It was hard actually getting up to leave Castiel, even after their minds were set on breaking the angel out. Cas was just so pitiful—so frightened, that the two brothers couldn't think of the divine being as anything more than a broken man—not a bad ass Angel of the Lord.
When they had finally gotten the nerve to go a few nurses flooded into the room after them, one walking over to check the angel's I.V. and the other going to check on his morphine level. Dean and Sam had waited by the door, their stomach's churning as each woman looked either worried, horribly confused, or both. After all, Cas was an angel, not a human, and the two brothers definitely had to break Castiel out before the doctors tried any odd tests on the poor being.
The thought of actually trying to sign him out had crossed their minds only once. After all, there was no way in hell that the hospital was going to let Castiel out with the way he was—especially when he kept screaming Lucifer's name out every five minutes or so.
So, felony it was then.
"Dean," Sam murmured worriedly as he looked into the still-lit building. "There's security 24/7, trust me. The place is ridiculously secure." Dean looked up at the building, his stare falling on the third floor of the building, where Cas was. They were so close now.
"Relax, man, really. Look we got an inside man on this, okay? Everything will work out fine." Both Winchester brothers wore their best suits—the fitted ones they always wore for their F.B.I 'missions.'
"I know that, Dean, I'm just a little worried…" Dean's eyes softened then, the elder Winchester knowing that the Psychiatric Ward probably brought back a whole lot of unwanted memories for his little brother.
"I've got you, Sammy, don't worry about it," Dean said reassuringly as he and Sam both got out the Impala, smile wide. Sam about rolled his eyes but smiled back at his brother all the same.
"Yeah, I know."
Both brothers plastered on their best professional smiles as they entered the building, falling into the 'norm.' As they approached the front desk a petite blonde woman looked up from her desk, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the two gorgeous brothers. Dean noticed her stare immediately and went into full on 'heartthrob mode,' Sam just smiled at her gently, his nerves back.
"Can I help you two?" The blonde asked, scooching up further in her chair, blue eyes wide with interest.
"Actually, yes," Dean said with a smirk, looking down at her name-tag, "Ashley, is it?" Ashley could only nod her head, her cheeks pink. Dean pulled out his F.B.I badge, Sam following suit, and the woman's facial expression fell into one of concern.
"This is agent Perry," Dean said first, Sam nodding his head, "and I am agent Hetfield, of the F.B.I, and I believe our head of command is already here."
"Mr. Richards?" Ashley said, giving away what they needed. Dean smiled.
"Yes…Mr. Richards. We were supposed to come earlier but we got caught up in some F.B.I stuff and couldn't make it." Sam almost rolled his eyes but Ashley nodded her head like she knew exactly what Dean was talking about—or it could be the fact that he was just too gorgeous to take her eyes off of. Hell, he could say anything and she would eat it up like cake.
"He should be in room 315 with a patient by the name of Jimmy Novak." Dean supplied.
After a full minute of silence, Dean's eyebrows rose and he looked decidedly uncomfortable with the way Ashley's eyes seemed to be undressing him. The hunter pulled at his collar nervously, clearing his throat. Sam seemed to be fighting back smile at his brother's discomfort.
"Oh, right, yeah," Ashley scrambled, grabbing the phone off her desk. "One second, let me see if he is still here." Dean just nodded his head, relieved. Not a minute later Ashley hung up, smile wide.
"He is still there! Usually visiting hours are from 7 to 10, but I think we can let this slide—especially for the F.B.I!" Dean smiled handsomely, winking at her. Ashley blushed fuchsia.
"We appreciate that." Sam really did roll his eyes this time.
"Have a nice evening, ma'am," the younger Winchester said, nodding his head, and tugging Dean away by his suit sleeve. As they left Ashley quickly pulled out her cellphone, her pink-tipped fingers tapping away crazily.
"Think you could tone it down a little there? She's probably already told every freaking nurse in here about us." Dean's cocky smile was wiped clean off his face then. Sam sighed and punched the escalator button, fiddling with his tie.
As they reached the third floor they wasted no time finding Castiel's room, the two brothers trying to dodge as many nurses as they possibly could—surprisingly they only met about three of them. They entered Cas's room quietly, scoping the hall once before shutting the door behind them.
Bobby sat in the same chair Dean had earlier that day, his eyes strained on Castiel's shockingly peaceful face. As the door opened, he stood up to greet his two favorite hunters.
"About damn time, ya idjits!" Bobby scolded first and foremost before embracing both tightly.
"God it's good to see you, man," Dean told the fellow hunter honestly before letting him go. His green eyes then fell upon the sole reason they were even there, his face worried.
"He…ah, he's been pretty quiet for a few hours. He wasn't too peachy when I came in though…Just ain't right, is it?" Dean and Sam both shook their heads solemnly.
"Let's just get him the hell out of here," Dean said with finality, the hunter going straight for Castiel. The man quickly pulled each plug out of the wall that was somehow connected to the angel before pulling out his I.V., tossing it to the side. Castiel didn't even flinch. Sam did though but he kept quiet, knowing they had to move quickly.
"I'm going to go ahead and be on the lookout," Sam told them both, stepping out the room. Bobby sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"All right, well where did you two park?"
"The back," Dean answered quickly as he finished tearing all the wires off of Castiel's limp body. Their worries from before seemed to be right on the dot because there was no way in hell all these wires were completely necessary, and Dean looked even more sickened.
"Good," Bobby murmured and patted Dean's back comfortingly. "I'm going to go ahead and go down. I'll be waiting in the parking lot." Dean grunted his consent, the man not trusting his voice, and Bobby left silently and quickly.
Without further ado, the hunter scooped up Castiel rather easily into his arms, wrapping one of Cas's limp arms behind his neck for further support, holding him close. Castiel still didn't make a sound and Dean's stomach was knotting into a tight ball of nerves just looking at him.
"Let's get the hell out of here, Cas," Dean murmured to his ailing, limp, friend, heading towards the door. The hunter used a knee to knock on the door. Sam opened it, nodding at his brother before opening it all the way.
"The last nurse I saw headed down the opposite hall not two minutes ago, and Bobby distracted two more who just tried to come this way."
"Good man," Dean said, nodding, his feet already moving. Sam went ahead of his brother, leading the way.
It well for a while, Sam stopping Dean whenever he had to and vice versa; however, things never go as smoothly as planned, do they?
"Hey, you two, stop!" A gruff voice suddenly called out as the boys turned another corner. Both cursed loudly and bolted for it. The hunters didn't have to look back to know that more than one person was chasing after them.
Dean held Castiel closer to his person, the angel starting to make heart wrenching sounds as the hunter had no choice but to jolt him, and Dean felt pretty damned guilty.
"Don't fight me, Cas! Not now!" Dean warned Castiel as he and Sam both darted down a dark corridor, their shined shoes slipping easily on the white tile below. Castiel just seemed to hold on, his body trembling in fear.
"This way!" Sam called over his shoulder, his hair flopping around wildly. Dean followed obediently, his breath labored.
As Sam reached the exit, he spent no time slowing down and practically ran into the door, shoving it open with his body. "Go, go, go!" He growled out and pushed Dean and Castiel out first. Sam took a split second to look down the hall before following after Dean. Bobby was already in his beat up car, waiting for them.
"Come on!" Bobby roared impatiently. Sam and Dean immediately sped to the Impala, Sam jumping into the driver's seat, stabbing the key in the ignition. Dean practically threw both he and Castiel in the back, the hunter barely having the time to close the door before Sam stepped on the gas, the Impala's tires screeching on the pavement. Dean let out a loud grunt as Castiel was slammed into him forcefully, the angel letting out a sharp cry of pain. Dean soothed the angel the best he could, holding him close as Sam continued to chase after Bobby.
"STOP!" More than one voice cried for the hundredth time, furious as the boys sped off into the dead of the night.
Sam looked in the rearview mirror, letting out a sharp hurrah, smile wide. Dean beamed him a brilliant smile, his green eyes twinkling even in the dead of night. He then looked down at Cas happily, the angel still in la-la land.
"We made it, Cas!" Castiel's eyes flickered back and forth behind his closed lids and nothing more, and Dean frowned deeply. Sam looked in the rearview mirror solemnly then, his lips in a thin line.
"Oh, Cas…" Dean murmured sadly, his right hand curling into the angel's trench coat.
A/N: This chapter was rather hard…sheesh. I hope it read okay. :/ Again, if you see anything off please let me know! :)
Best wishes as always,
Lthien
