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It was beautiful out. The sun was shining, the water sparkling, and the sand nice and hot where he lay. Dean had always liked the beach. Ever since the family used to take day trips to the shore and relax on the lake when he was younger, he really missed those days, when things were simpler and life was about sleeping eating and getting his diaper changed. Life was far from simple or easy these days. It was nice to just to sit back, relax and get his tan on.

He smiled letting the sun warm his face, his arms tucked behind his head acting as a pillow. Dean shifted his head as a girl in a barley there bathing suit strutted past him, another great reason to go to the beach, half of the work was already done for him. He smirked, he loved the sand and surf.

Speaking of surf, Sammy had taken the trip with him and was at the moment taking a dip in the chilly ocean. Dean propped himself up on his elbows surveying the water for his brother. When Dean saw him he immediately saw that something was wrong, Sam's hands were waving in the air and a swcond later he dissapeared from view. It looked as if something had pulled him over and Dean was running toward the shore before he even realized.

"Sam!" He yelled wanting so bad for his brother to just pop up. Sam was too far out, too far away to save. Dean made it to where he had last seen his little brothers head, "Sam! Sam!" He looked all around but Sam was gone swallowed up by the unending see.

"Sammy. no"

Dean awoke with a gasp his head jerking up and hitting the metal wall behind him. He reached up and tenderly rubbed the already forming knot, damn like he needed another knock to the head. His whole body pulsed in time with his heart beat, clearly telling him it wasn't too happy with the crappy treatment. Damn body couldn't it ever shut up? He had too much to think about at the moment. Mainly how to get out of the box and go find Sam, his mudlled mind not realizing his baby brother had already went out for help.

Dean's mind couldn't focus on any one thing for long, one moment he was thinking about escape the next his dream. He thought it odd that he had dreamt about water, when there was none of it around him, odd and undeniably wrong. It wasn't fair that he could dream about the ocean and all its glistening water when he didn't even have enough saliva in his mouth to swallow. If he thought about it, which he didn't want to but really what else did he have to do? If he thought about he guessed that it was either his mind taking him to a place that was similar in climate but easier for him to handle. Or his mind was just a bitch and wanted him to see all the water he couldn't have. Either one sucked.

He sighed running his hands through his sweat slicked hair, forgetting about his damaged hand. The eldest Winchester hissed and cursed under his breath when the ravaged skin was pulled further away from the bones. Damn that hurt like a bitch. He really needed to get out of the hotbox. It was, well it was freakin' hot and he really couldn't deal with it anymore.

He reached for the door handle again, he couldn't seem to help it. Like the thing was pulling him in, there musta been a magnet in his hand or something. Just before Dean's hand reached the handle the eyehole opened for a second time. The sane gaurds face appeared again, and he was really really starting to get tired of the guy.

"You don't listen very well do you.?" The guard sneered at him.

"Nah, I try not to find it distracting." He said but it came out as just a mere whisper.

"You've got some balls talking to me like that kid. Do you have any idea what I could do to you?" Dean opened his mouth to reply but was cut off. "That was a rhetorical question boy. Now I do remember telling you not to try and get out didn't I? See that was another rhetorical question. I know you tried to get out and now you're in real trouble."

"Really cause I already thought I was in trouble." Dean said finally finding a chancew to talk.

The ghostly guard smiled. "Not as much as you're going to be." The door was wrentched open and Dean was pulled out into the blazing sun.

There was an odd distant beeping sound coming from somewhere in the room. The sound was familiar but he couldn't quite grasp what exactly was disturbing his sleep. He wanted to open his eyes but it seemed like an impossible task at the moment, so instead he opted to just lay there and wait till his eyes didn't seem so heavy.

The next time he was aware of anything again had to be hours later judging by the sun he could feel pounding down onto the side of his face. He tried opening his eyes again and this time was more sucessful than he had been previously. It was odd looking up at the white ceiling and smelling the strong scent of antiseptic, he knew he was suppossed to be somewhere doing something else something important but he just couldn't remember what.

Sam's confused thoughts were interupted as a man wearing blue scrubs walked in.

"Well it is nice to finally see you awake." Said the doctor. He was middle-aged looking with gray hairs peaking out all over his head and beard. He looked down at a chart with glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

Sam tried talking but all that came out wasw a croak that made his cheeks flush, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Um thanks?"

"I didn't do much son just sewed up you leg and arm and gave you some blood you should really thank the couple that found you."

"Found me?" It seemed all Sam could do was ask questionsit was really starting to annoy him, he was usually the one with all the answers.

"Yes you were brought in last night bullet wound in your leg and arm, had to dig the slug outta your shoulder. The couple said that they found you on the side of the road just outside of town, your car, which I heard was a beauty was crashed into the guardrail. Your lucky they found you, a little longer out there and you would've bleed out." The doctor said concern writen all over his face.

"I crashed the Impala." He whispered in disbelief.

"I don't think you realize how serious this is, your lucky you didn't die. You shouldn't worry about your car, you lost a lot of blood and you've been out since late last night."

Late last night, late last feakin' night. That meant that Dean had been alone in the prison for almost a day. Damn, Dean had to be in trouble Sam had to get back to him and now. "Sir I understand and thank you for treating me, but it's actually my brother's car and he'll be really upset if I don't find out how it is." Sam said needing to know where the Impala was, it was his only means of transportation and his only way to get to Dean.

"Sorry but before I answer any of your questions I have a couple of my own. Now what is your name? We couldn't find anything in your wallet and when we called the last dated number in your phone there was no answer."

Sam thought for a moment trying to remember which name they had used this time. "My name's Sam Pennine." Sam had picked the name this time. He had seen the name in the paper and decided that it would be a good inconspicuous pseunomen.

The doctor scribled the information down on the clipboard and looked up again. "Thank you Sam, I'll be right back I'm gonna go put this information up with the front desk. I'll have some more questions for you when I get back and if you're up to it you've got o fill out some paper work."

Sam just nodded knowing that he wouldn't be there when the doctor got back. Sam hadn't snuck out of hospitals as much as his brother had but he was still an expert on the art of it. Avoid security, look like you're only there visiting, don't attract attention. Those were the main rules that their dad had taught them about sneaking out, it wasn't as hard as some people probably thought it was.

He pulled himself up slowly, throwing the bedcovers to the side and swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Sam had to stop for a second when the pain hit his leg and ran up his body like a wildfire. For a minute he couldn't move, couldn't breathe and he was afraid he was going to miss his chance to get out but his breath came back as fast as it had left. Finally able to stand he went ot the closet and grabbed a bag that was labled 'John Doe 4', he assumed it was himself. The bag contained a blood stained pair of jeans, a t-shirt, his hodie and a dark denim jaket that he didn't remember wearing.

Sam slipped into the clothes careful of the thick bandages tied around his arm and leg, the clothing bulged with the gauze underneath but the jacket and hodie hid most of it. He pulled on the boots that had also been placed in the bottom of the bag, it hurt to bend his legs and tie the shoes but he had to get out he had to save Dean.

The young hunter stood a little shakily but quickly regained his balance. He peeked out the window of the doors room and saw that the hallway was full of only nurses and painents, no doctors to recognize him. Sam pushed open the door with his good arm and made his way down the hall to the elevators, normally he would use the stairs in a situation like this but he really didn't think that his leg could handle it.

He made it to the elevator and out the front doors without any incidents. He walked confidently to a car parked in the middle of the lot outside and opened the door thankingthe heavens that the idiot that owned the Honda had left it open. Sam stealthily hotwired the carand backed out of the lot heading in the direction of the desert silently promising Dean that as soon as he was safe they would go and get the Impala together.

Dean was yanked hard by some invisible force out into the hot sun, it was weird though, it felt cooler than it had in the box and he shivered under the blazing heat of the sun. It was so bright that he closed his eyes the sunlight burning his sensitive corneas. It was undair wasn't he already beaten down enough, what did these ghosts want now?

And it was as if they had heard the unasked question. "Dean Winchester," came three male voices from somewhere around him, his eyes still not open to see. "you were sentenced to three days in the hotbox, you were told not to leave or attempt to leave. Unfourtunetly for you, listening isn't one of your best qualities. Now you will be punished as we see fit for your crimes."

Dean finally opened his eyes and what he saw made his knees weak. In front of him were three guards and directly behind them were two tall poles. Dean imediately knew what they were for, it was a whipping post, and he didn't have to be a genius to figure out what his punishment was going to be.

Hope you all enjoyed this took me a while to write especially with midterms right now. Whew!! I'm glad that chapters over the next one is going to get very intense!!!!!!!

Sorry about any spelling mistakes the spell check wasn't working for me :(