Jimmy awoke, groggily, and stared up at the ceiling of the crap Motel room he'd rented for the night. For a little while, he just laid there, thinking, planning; he considered every option he had.
There was a window in her room, a closet, and not much else. He could construct an escape route through the closet wall, leading them into the room next door where they could slip away if some diversion was made, to distract the "security guards." No, that would take far too long to put together. Something more Immediate had to happen.
His mind drifted back to the window but he wasn't sure about it.
Jimmy threw off his covers and leapt out of bed. Garbing himself in a suit, he slipped on his shoes and trench coat and left the Motel, returning the keys first.
Almost mechanically-for it was almost second nature for him-Jimmy Novak calmly and efficiently broke into a car, very quickly, and after successfully hotwiring it, the drove to the facility, parking in the west parking lot, where the staff spaces were reserved.
He got out of the car and began to walk quickly around the building, studying the outside thoroughly. Once he found Meg's window, the fourth from the bottom right in the eastern wing-it was about fifty feet up-his heart sank. From her window there was only a straight drop, no pipes or anything useful near enough to her window to aid in his escape with her. Jimmy rubbed his face, frustrated.
'Oh, if only I could fly...' he thought wistfully. 'Everything would be so much easier.'
He limped to the staff side door, the one he'd found before, and to his luck, found the same name tag and doctor's coat from before.
Walking with a perfectly faked sense of medical purpose down the halls, Jimmy memorized, to the best of his ability, every door and where it lead, every possible escape route.
He didn't have much time; he knew he had to act fast.
Running the risk of Ariss recognizing him, Jimmy Novak roamed the facility without the air filter mask; the "security guards" he saw, Crowley's men, had only ever heard of him, Castiel: the Angel-winged thief, and had never actually seen him before; they would never guess that he was walking among them now, a traitor to their King, feigning to be a doctor "just to save his love"; as if that were a menial task.
Jimmy quickened his limping pace when he realized that Crowley's men were concentrated near Meg's room. He was afraid that they had already taken her, or done something worse.
He almost burst into her room, seeing to guards around, to find her laying calmly on her bed, talking to the ceiling.
"Hello, Meg." Jimmy began, his voice husky with the worry he'd attempted to hide.
Meg turned her head and smiled serenely.
"Hello, Clarence. You're pretending to be my doctor again." She commented.
"Yes. Has anyone tried to take you out of your room?" Jimmy asked in a hushed tone, his blue eyes flicking periodically towards both the window in the door and the window by her bed.
"Nope." Meg answered bluntly. Her face grew stern and a trace of fear could be seen in her face.
"Is something wrong?" her voice was small and trembling. Jimmy sat down on the bed next to her and held her shaking body, rubbing her back in a soothing way.
"No, no, everything's alright." he said, trying to quell her fears.
She relaxed against him as he began to hum a slow tune.
"Everything will be o…" his voice trailed off when he looked out the window in the door to see Ariss staring directly at him, a cruel grin on his pale face under the shadow of dusty blond hair.
"...shit." Jimmy cursed under his breath.
"Everything will be 'oh shit'?" Meg repeated questioningly, looking up at her fiance with a confused expression.
Jimmy stood and positioned himself, protectively, in front of Meg as the door opened and a very tall man in a suit walked in with Ariss.
The tall man pointed at Jimmy and Jimmy suddenly realized who the man was.
'Sam Winchester: lawyer.' He thought. Adrenaline shot through his veins and his heart sank. 'Great. Now he's seen my face.' the thought, annoyed.
"You're Castiel! The thief!" Sam Winchester exclaimed. Suddenly a voice rose up "get 'im!" and the room was swarmed with Crowley's security guards. Plans and tactics flew through the former thief's mind, almost too fast for him to process.
He was going to have to take a huge risk; one thing he did know was that Crowley's men must have been told to catch him alive, else he'd already be dead and Meg would be too-he shuddered at the thought-therefore, if he did something that would put him in danger, the "security guards" would be forced to make sure he stayed alive. Jimmy looked over the men, seeing their eyes filled with determination to do their jobs, and also filled with awe at the sight of Crowley's favorite thief; he didn't know he was so popular.
Castiel jumped up on the bed and thrust himself against the window, shattering the glass and falling out until a jolt of pain seared through his unwounded leg. Sam Winchester had caught hold of his ankle before he'd fallen to his probable death.
All was going according to plan, so far.
Castiel wiggled violently, bearing the pain he was creating for himself.
"Do you want me to drop you?! Are you crazy?!" Sam groaned, trying to pull the thief back in through the window-this was quite the morbidly comical sight for bystanders in the parking lot.
With a hefty twist of his body, Castiel kicked the lawyer in the jaw with his injured, and now bleeding, leg, unbalancing Sam and causing him to fall out of the window as well.
Jimmy smiled as one-by-one, each of Crowley's men grabbed onto the heels and ankles of the other as the momentum of Castiel and Sam's descent pulled each of them out of the window, like a game of monkeys in a barrel-gone-human, until Castiel's falling pace slowed-for the men had grown more competent and stopped themselves from falling out of the window as well-and his hands rested on the ground. With a last painful kick to the lawyer's ear, Sam let go of Jimmy's leg and the former thief walked a few paces on his hands, over shattered glass, and then, upon setting his feet on the ground, hurriedly limped, with a grimace of agony, off towards the car he'd stolen.
Listening with unhidden glee to the cries and grunts of Crowley's men as they struggled and strained their way either back in through the window or a safe fall to the asphalt below, Castiel turned the corner, with an inward apology to Meg, he was met by the pale, still-smiling, face of Ariss.
Jimmy slowed to a stop, panting hard. His body ached all over and his leg and glass-torn palms throbbed in pain.
"Nowhere else run, Castiel." Ariss said in a long drawn out Texan drawl; only Crowley and Balthazar knew Castiel's real name.
Jimmy sat in the middle of the road, then laid on his back in utter resignation.
"Fine. You got me." he muttered, closing his tired eyes.
Ariss laughed, a very rich and bellowing laugh, and walked over to his former superior to inject something into Jimmy's blood.
His world went black.
Jimmy groaned, coming back to consciousness..
Without opening his eyes, he knew he was sitting in a chair, tied to it of course, and he was located in a small room, based on the echo of his groan; the room smelled musty.
The sound of a door creaking open urged him to open his eyes.
Crowley walked in, closing the door behind him.
Castiel rolled his eyes and groaned again.
"Morning, Castiel." Crowley started, gruffly.
"What do you want, Crowley?" Jimmy asked impatiently.
"I must say, I am very impressed with your little escape plan earlier at the psychiatric facility." Crowley continued leisurely.
The door opened and in walked Balthazar, carrying his medical supplies. His face lit up when he saw Jimmy.
"Cassie!" he greeted jovially.
"Just tell me what you want." Castiel ignored the doctor momentarily.
"Bloody well nice to see you too." Balthazar grumbled, rummaging through his things for what he needed. He began examining Jimmy.
"I want to make a deal." Crowley began again.
"I'm not interested." Jimmy said stubbornly, quickly assessing the room; based on the size of the shadows in the room, he determined that it was nighttime and he'd been knocked out for hours.
"Fucked up your leg…" Balthazar commented.
"Just hear me out." Crowley pushed.
"Bloody Hell, your hands…what'd you do, walk over glass on your hands?" the physician mumbled. "Yes." Jimmy replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "...Of course you did." Balthazar rolled his eyes as he began bandaging the tattered hands. Castiel winced. "Don't be such a wuss." Balthazar added.
"I want you to work for me again. Just one last job and then you're free to go." the Boss paced, hands shoved in the pant pockets of his black suit.
"I said no before and I haven't changed my mind." Castiel said. "You're lying."
"That may very well be true," Crowley admitted.
"How many fucking times must I sew up your bloody leg?" the doctor cursed under his breath.
"But it's not like you have any real choice. Accept my proposition or your fiance, Meg, will take a vacation to Hell." Crowley concluded.
Jimmy heaved a heavy and shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a moment.
"No." he practically growled, flicking his eyes open. Crowley rolled his eyes and then looked at Castiel in confusion.
"Not quite the answer I was hoping for. All you've managed to do is get your girlfriend killed." Crowley said but his captive wasn't listening; Castiel was listening for any outside sounds. There. He knew where he was: one of Crowley's abandoned safehouses, the one nearest to the hospital.
Without a second thought, and only after Balthazar had finished stitching up his shin again, Castiel lunged forward and swung the chair into Crowley, destroying it in its rotting antique state, and thus causing his bonds to fall on the floor. With a grunt of discomfort, Castiel whipped around and grabbed the gun which was tucked in the back of the physician's pants and aimed the gun at the two of them.
"Oh, okay." Balthazar shrugged sarcastically, raising his hands in the air in immediate surrender.
Crowley looked calm, if only slightly annoyed. "Bollocks." he muttered, raising his hands slowly.
"Let me out." Castiel commanded.
"Let 'im out!" Crowley called towards the door.
With a last glance at Balthazar, Jimmy hurried out of the abandoned safe house, tucking the gun away.
Jimmy made it safely away from Crowley and his men, stealing a car from a nearby lot and driving to the facility. His cell phone, which had acquired a cracked screen, pinged and he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the newly received icon that informed him that he'd just received a text. Jimmy had a fairly simple phone but he still had trouble understanding how to use the damn thing. After pressing a few buttons, he finally opened the text and discovered that it was from Balthazar.
"Crowley sent Ariss and Alistair to get Meg. Get there first." -Balthy
Castiel felt panic rise inside of him and he drove faster.
Bursting through the staff entrance again, and acquiring his suit jacket and trench coat-both were gifts from Meg, on Christmas years ago-Jimmy less than silently pushed open an air vent in the ceiling and climbed in, stealthily sliding his way towards Meg's room.
'Last chance, Jimmy.' He thought to himself.
Finally, for he had memorized the facility inside and out, he found Meg's room and gingerly peeked his head in to see that Meg was alone and without being sure of his and her safety, he wearily dropped into the room, after opening the vent. He was exhausted but he needed to save Meg; that alone made him forget the pain racking through his body.
"Y-You jumped th-through the win-window!" Meg exclaimed, surprised by his sudden appearance.
Castiel wondered why she was still in her room, though all the glass had been cleaned out of her room and her window boxed up; why didn't the doctors mover her somewhere safe? The security guards probably wouldn't permit them to, he concluded.
"I'm okay," he stepped forward and placed a quick kiss on Meg's lips. She flashed him a sultry smile and Castiel blushed; the moonlight that managed to peek through the uncovered parts of the window casted a hallowing glow on her beautiful face. 'So beautiful.' Jimmy thought.
"I made a new friend, Clarence." she said abruptly, dismissing the past events as only a dream.
"What?" Jimmy grew concerned. "Who?"
"He said his name was Dean, at least that's what I think he-"
"Where?" Jimmy interrupted, looking around frantically. Just then the door opened and Ariss and Alistair walked in and behind them stood a familiar looking man, as well as the tall lawyer from before.
"No…" Jimmy whispered, feeling tired and helpless. He let go of Meg and grunted as he jumped at the bed, leapt off of it, and started to pull himself into the air vent before someone gave a hard tug to his stitched up leg. Jimmy cried out and his muscles gave and he landed on his feet, only to be thrown against the wall.
"Get the girl outta here!" the man holding Jimmy still called over his shoulder.
"Not...with...them. Don't trust..them…" Castiel wheezed, ready to collapse. He opened his eyes-they had been shut because of the pain-and his eyes rested on the man who had thwarted his rescue mission.
Detective Inspector Dean Winchester: the man who had so many times come so close to catching Castiel but had never succeeded until now.
"Meg…" Jimmy panted as Ariss and Alistair pulled his fiance out of the room.
"Bastard." he growled at the detective.
"Finally caught you, Castiel." Dean said, a fierce triumph in his green eyes.
"You're coming with me." he said, turning Castiel around roughly, cuffing him.
All Castiel could do was worry and panic, feeling helpless and like a failure. He'd been caught, and Meg too.
'What will they do to Meg?!'
