When Angels Have Gone

Chapter 3

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There was a drumming in his ears and a pounding in his head. Over all it was nauseating and he did not like it one tiny little bit. Sam Winchester would have traded the mind splitting headaches of his visions over what was tapping away in his head right now. It was like information overload, as if he had studied every subject known to man in one night and it was a jumbled mess the next day.

Groaning, Sam opened his eyes and squinted, trying to tell if his eyes were still closed. Turning his head skyward, he could see stars twinkling in the distance. Names for most of them flashed across his mind as he confirmed his eyes were in fact open. It was weird to think of names for each star, but he passed it off as something he might have learned in Astronomy. It was strange how things were suddenly coming back to him, but it was not the strangest thing ever, so he concentrated on ignoring his headache. A groan next to Sam told him that his brother was awake and he sat up to try and get a better look around them.

"Sam?" Dean rasped and Sam ran a hand over his face to try and get rid of the pounding.

"Yeah, here, I'm kind of nauseous, how about you?" Sam had enough time to ask before he heaved up whatever bile that had managed to accumulate while he was unconscious.

Dean's answer was his own stomach being relieved of it's contents and a hacking cough as something did not come up as smooth as bile. Whipping his mouth on the back of his hand, Sam stood and limped his way over to Dean. Patting his brother's back to be sure his brother was alright, Sam looked around for the Impala and could just barely see the outline of it. This was not the first time he wished the Impala was a lighter color, to make it easier to see in the dark. However, if they could not see it, then that meant other people, or creatures were unable to see the car as well. Hefting his brother to his feet, Sam guided Dean over to the Impala and shoved him into the driver's seat.

Once he was settled into the passenger's seat Dean turned to him with a worried frown. "Did it work, how do you feel?"

"I fell fine Dean. Actually, I feel better than I have since before the visions started and..." Sam trailed off, the nausea had passed and he was feeling perkier.

"And what?" Dean asked, rubbing his chest in confusion.

"I'm starving, I feel like I could eat a dozen cheese burgers and a slice of pie right about now." Sam chuckled, considering Dean was usually the one who wanted junk food, it was strange for him to crave such nutritionally lacking food.

"Me too, it's been a weird couple of days." Dean huffed and rubbed his chest again, this time making Sam think it was something other than in relief.

"Something wrong?" Sam wondered as his brother pulled his keys from his pockets.

"My heart feels like it's beating a little fast." Dean admitted in confusion and Sam's own chest gave a flutter, he had not realized it with the headache pounding away in his skull.

"Mine too... maybe the demon did something to us?" Sam wondered as he pulled a flashlight from the glove compartment and shined it at his brother.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing!" Dean groused, blocking the light from directly shining in his eyes.

Sam ignored him, sticking the light in his mouth so he could dig his phone out to keep track of the time, he then grabbed his brother's wrist. Dean began to protest until he realized what Sam was doing and quieted down so his brother could count. Time seemed to move slowly as Sam counted, stretching on for ever as his confusion continued to escalate with his brother's heart beats.

"Dean count each heart beat until the timer runs out." Sam instructed and handed his brother the phone. Once again it seemed to take longer than it should have and Sam tried his best to keep himself as calm as possible until the clock beeped.

"I counted twenty-six." Dean informed him and with a near instantaneous calculation, which he barely noted, Sam came to the same conclusion about his own pulse as he had with his brother.

"Our heartbeats are twice what they should be, especially just after waking up the way we did, there should be half that many beats per minute." Sam said and wondered if the demon had dosed them with some form of adrenaline to stimulate heart palpitations.

"It's sounds like Arrhythmias. If we don't reduce the palpitations soon, we could elapse into Cardiac Arrest, nothing to worry about." Dean rattled off sarcastically as if it were just another day in the office, but it was strange hearing such technical terms from his brother's mouth.

"Dean, are you feeling alright? I mean you didn't sound like you just then." Sam questioned and Dean frowned, glancing at him before pulling out his keys and jamming them into the ignition.

"I read that somewhere, but why I'm remembering it now, I don't know." Dean muttered, turning the Impala on and flipping on the headlights. "Let's just find a hospital, maybe they can help us out." Dean suggested and Sam could not help agreeing, hoping they were still alive when they reached the hospital.

They stopped at the first hospital they came across, it was close to Bobby's old place, but thankfully it was not the one the Leviathans had taken over not too long ago. Sam was sure the nurse thought Dean was faking it, his brother looked far healthier than he did at the moment. She made them wait, for hours, even though they were the only ones waiting. Tired of sitting there, Dean left to get them some crackers and a couple bottles of water, knowing that caffeine and sugar could be bad for them.

Sipping the water and eating only a couple of crackers, Sam was surprised how well it was staying down. He had not thought about it much in the few hours they had to rest, but he had not coughed once the entire time, not since the deal with the demon. It was unnerving feeling better, considering their heart rates, which he checked every so often only to confirm they were still unnaturally fast. The two of them should be vibrating with pent up energy, not that they did not feel like it, but it should cause a lot more... Fasciculation.

"Wow." Sam could not help mutter at his own train of thought.

"What?" Dean inquired, worried something was wrong, no doubt.

"Nothing, just thought of a word I'm sure I've only seen once in my life." Sam chuckled nervously, he had been remembering a lot more since he had fully awaken.

"What word would that be?" Dean asked, baffled that Sam could be amused by one word.

"Fasciculation, it means-"

"A brief spontaneous contraction affecting the muscle fibers, often causing a flicker movement under the skin. Also known as twitching." Dean rattled off as if he were reading it strait from a text book.

"Yeah, and it's scary how you know that. Where did you read it?" Sam asked and Dean fidgeted for a moment, acting as if he had been caught doing something he was not supposed to be doing.

"Your high school anatomy book, I glanced at it once when you left it out. I don't know how I'm remembering all of this crap. This isn't normal Sam, something is wrong with us." Dean whispered, running a hand over his face, he opened his mouth to say something, but the door opened and a nurse stepped out.

"Sam Winchester." The nurse called and Sam gave a glance to his brother and stood. The nurse cranked her neck up and smiled at him. She could not have been more than five foot tall and Sam felt awkward towering over her, but there was nothing he could do about it. He followed her into an examination room, she wrote something down on her clipboard before turning her attention to him.

"If you could have a seat, I'm going to take your blood pressure and pulse, you probably know the routine, then the doctor will be in to see you." She instructed and Sam nodded, sitting down on the table to allow her to work.

First she checked his lymph-nods, she frowned a little as she felt around, but shrugged as she found what she was looking for.

"Is something the matter?" Sam wondered and the nurse pulled out a thermometer, running it across his forehead.

"You're body temperature reads 60 degrees, not Celsius either. If it wasn't for the fact that your skin is cool to the touch, then I would think this thing was broken. How is that even possible?" The nurse asked and Sam touched his skin, but it felt normal to him. However, they had been sleeping outside, maybe they had a touch of hypothermia?

"I don't feel cold, maybe the thermometer really is broken?" Sam asked and the nurse looked at the thermometer and shrugged.

"I'll get a new one from another room, there was some strange lights in the sky earlier, maybe it fried the sensors in the Thermometer?" She wondered and Sam kept quite, not wanting to point out that their computers would have been the first thing to go if that were the case.

She put the blood pressure cuff on him and began to pump the bulb. The cuff constricted around his arm and once again the nurse was frowning as she released the oxygen from the valve. Taking the cuff off, she grabbed a stethoscope from a hook and put it to his chest without any warning. She listened around his chest with perplexity, he could practically see the tension building in her as she continued to check him over. Removing the stethoscope and hanging it on the hook, she quickly headed for the door, pausing only long enough to tell him not to move.

Worried, Sam nabbed the stethoscope, the thermometer and the blood pressure cuff, shoving them in his jacket as he hurried out of the room. He met Dean just as he was being called by a different nurse, grabbed his brother's arm and began dragging him toward the exit.

"What the hell Sammy, where are we going?" Dean demanded, though he only struggled lightly, not really wanting to stick around the hospital, but still wanting to know what was wrong with them.

"We need to get out of here." Sam said as the nurse and several doctors burst through the doors after them. Dean took one look at them, eyes widening comically before he too picked up the pace.

"I hate doctors." Dean ground out as they took off running.

AN: Hope you all like the new chapter! Reviews are appreciated!