Chapter 3

Despite how alert and cautious he was, Dean was beginning to find himself getting sleepy. But he knew there was no way in hell he was going to go to sleep, but the silence was egging him on. The only sound he heard was his anxious heart beating it's self to death and Sam's calm, even breathing from the other side of the room. Turning his head to the left, he looked over at Sam. His face was toward the wall, away from Dean. With his arm hanging over the side of the hospital- looking bed he slept on. Dean looked around for something close. Anything. He needed to wake Sam.

"Sam, rise and shine."

When Sam didn't move, Dean sat up. He cleared his throat. "Sam!"

Almost instantly, he saw Sam's body jump a little as he began to wake. Sam's hand gripped the edge of the bed as his eyes darted off the walls and ceiling like a ping-pong ball. Dean sighed a little sigh of relief as Sam began to snap back into reality. Sam looked down at his shirt, still half-way up. With an empty, yet confused look on his face, Sam pulled his shirt back down. Dean raised his hand a little. "You alright?"

Sam's head swung over to Dean and he could see the relief on his face. He swallowed and nodded.

"Where are we?" Sam asked. He looked down at his ankle, noticing the shackle and the chain attaching him to the bed. He lifted his leg, getting a better look, and made a face.

Dean shrugged. "No idea. But they're crazy, man. Like- top of the line freak shows."

Pushing with his arms, Sam sat up, letting his long legs swing off the side of the bed. He scratched his head, trying to get it clear again.

"Did they say anything to you?"

Dean shook his head. "No, but I wish they would. Being kidnapped and clueless sucks."

"Tell me about it," Sam says rolling his eyes. "You seen them, right?"

"Yeah. You?"

Sam nodded. "For a little, yeah. In the car. I think there's three of them. Maybe more, I don't know."

Looking around the room, Dean looked for anything they could use, anything that would begin to give them the advantage. But the room was pretty much bare. Sam's bed was on the opposite side of his. There was nothing but concrete- like floors and dirty white walls. Under Sam's bed was a shelf. It seemed as though it held medical things. Like the stethoscope Lawrence used a little while ago. Other than the door, this room had nothing else.

"They say anything to you in the car?" Dean asked.

Sam thought back for a second. "They said they wanted me and my kind."

Dean felt an eyebrow raise. "You're kind?"

Sam nodded with a shrug.

"So nerds are in their own special category now, huh?"

Rolling his eyes, Sam wished he had something to throw. "Ha ha," he says dryly. "I'm being serious."

Dean stood. He looked back at the chain on his foot, and walked some. He did this until he felt his chin pull taut, then he sat down. He just about reached the middle of the floor. He waved for Sam to do the Sam. Almost cautiously, Sam slid down off the bed and took some steps forward. In his mind, he measured out how many steps he hand left before he walked again. Once his chain reached it's end, Sam sat, too. There was about four feet between them. Dean bet if they both put their arms out, they could reach each other's hand.

"So what else did they say?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "Just that they were gonna figure out what my kind can do. "

"What the hell does that mean?"

Sam shrugged. "No idea. I don't think I wanna find out, either. They don't seem like the most caring people."

"Yeah, especially Lawrence."

"Lawrence? You making friends, Dean?" Sam teased a little.

Dean smiled slightly. "I guess you could say that. But seriously, look out for him He's the really tall one with the deep voice."

Sam nodded, knowing who he was talking about. "I think he was the one I was arguing with earlier in the car. But then he put this cloth over my mouth and it put me back to sleep or something."

"Yeah," Dean cut in. "We're in some hospital, I think. It took over two hours to get here, I think so we're pretty much screwed right now."

In that moment, Dean noticed Sam's eyes light up.

"Bobby! Call Bobby."

Dean shook his head. "Can't. Larry took my phone."

Sam went of his pockets. Dean shook his head again. "Took yours, too. Save your energy."

Feeling defeated, Sam dropped his hands. He looked at the door and around the room a little more then finally his eyes landed on Dean.

"You figure out anything else?"

Dean pointed to Sam. "They're up to something-"

Sam sighed. "Thank you Captain Obvious."

"Not what I meant, smart ass. If you let me finish a sentence you'd know that I think they're up to something with you. When we first got here, you were out like a light, of course. Richard carried you to the bed and then he pretty much left after that. Then Lawrence took my phone and your phone. But before he left he listened to your heart. I don't know why, so don't ask. But I think that's pretty weird. I mean, how many kidnappers do you know that's concerned about you're heart health?"

Sam smirked. "You're right."

"I know I'm right. But we still need to figure out how to get out of here."

Tugging gently at his chain on his foot. "I think we need to magician our way out of these things first."

Pushing out his bottom lip, Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's tru-"

Suddenly the door swung open and the scientist stormed in like a SWAT team.

"Not so fast," Richard says, grinning. "Getting a little restless are we, boys?"

"Getting a little pissed off is more like it..." Dean answers.

Lawrence walks over to him, giving him a warning look. He point to Dean then at Sam on the floor. "That's cute. Look, Rich. They actually tried to reach eachother," he says when he takes full notice of Sam and Dean in the middle of the room. Richard smiles.

"Separation anxiety already?"

Neither answered.

Lawrence waved his hands. "Alright, c'mon. On your feet."

"Why?" Dean questioned, staying where he was.

Lawrence clenched his hand into a fist. "Because I said so. On your feet. Now."

Neither moved.

Spencer moved close to Richard, trying not to be heard but failed miserably. "Don't we just need the subject?" he asked.

Richard snapped his fingers. "You're right. Lawrence, grab him."

Without hesitation, Lawrence grabbed Sam's shirt, trying to pull him to his feet. A second later, Dean was pulling at Lawrence.

Richard could tell this wouldn't end well. His raised both of his hands and cupped his mouth.

"Enough!" he yelled. "We can either do this the easy way or the hard way."

Sam shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't care what you say."

"Fine," Richard says. He goes into his pocket and pulls out a tranquilizer gun.

Almost instantly, Sam and Dean exchange looks.

Before they have a chance to do anything, Richard shoots them both.

Shrugging, Richard says, "The hard way it is."

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