Chapter Four
Once again Maggie found herself in the small padded room. She sat up with great effort, her head ached and neck throbbed. With a sigh she tried to recall what she had just seen. She was certain what she saw in that warehouse was a Djinn. But it didn't make sense. For one it's eyes were purple and all the Djinn she had heard of have blue eyes. And from what Dean had told her, Djinn were like genies, giving you what you wanted. This was like a nightmare an incredibly realistic nightmare. Then it occurred to her, that's exactly what this whole experience was, a nightmare. And she knew how to get out of it. She was brought back to reality as soon as she hit the bottom of those steps. As the old wives tale said, you fall in a dream and you wake up. Dean himself had told her that it was true; it was how he escaped his last encounter with a Djinn. But then a cold truth hit her. She would be able to get out of the dream no problem, but what about Dean and Sam. They could be oblivious as to what is going on. Or worse if they were experiencing the same dream and Dean was indeed in prison and Sam in a comatose state, they had no way of getting out on their own. No, it was up to her to get them all out, she would have to somehow get to her brothers. And she knew exactly what to do.
Rising from her spot on the floor she knocked on the small glass porthole, getting the attention of a nurse that had been assigned to watch the young woman.
With a sigh the nurse pulled a key from his waist and unlocked the door.
"What." The nurse asked gruffly.
"I have to pee." Maggie answered sweetly.
"Okay I'll get you a container." The nurse replied with a sigh before turning his back to the brunette. Suddenly Maggie launched onto the nurses back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kicked the door shut with her foot, so that no one could hear the nurse's calls for help. Maggie tightened her grip with great effort as the nurse fell about the room until finally his legs gave in. He fell back landing on Maggie who fastened her grip even tighter, her face hot with adrenaline. Finally the nurse's efforts for escape failed, with a flop of his arms, the heavy man became a dead weight on Maggie's chest. She heaved the man off, and quickly began undressing him.
After a few seconds Maggie emerged from the room, dressed in the nurse scrubs, which swamped her slim physique and clipped the ID card to the top pocket of the blue uniform. Keeping her head down she ducked and dived out of the ward. She crept round the corner only to duck behind it again as she spotted Mr Jenkins and about 6 nurses and orderlies standing in the main reception. There was no way she was going to get out here while they were stood there. She needed a distraction. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her solution. Darting to the adjacent wall, Maggie raised a hand and triggered the fire alarm. A loud repetitive beep rang out throughout the hospital. Nurses and doctor began to disappear into rooms to remove patients, including Dr Jenkins. This was it, her chance of escape. Hiding her face under her hair, Maggie hastily moved toward the door. The sliding doors parted and she walked through them. Waiting until she was out of the front gate, Maggie lifted her head, ran round the corner so that she was completely out of sight and sighed heavily. Without stopping she raced down the road leaving St Martha's Psychiatric hospital behind her.
An hour later, Maggie entered a small town and walked down the high street until she came across a fancy dress shop. She went into the shop, holding her head up confidently.
"Excuse me." She addressed the young woman standing behind a small counter, filled with boxes of fake vampire teeth and plastic beards.
"Yes mam how can I help you?" The raven-haired woman answered with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, you see I'm on my way to a friend's hen party and I was told it was a doctors and nurses theme, and it turns out they changed it to prostitute and priest theme." Maggie answered her eyebrows raised, moving her hands around expressively.
"Oh bummer."
"Yeah and I was hoping I could rent a priests outfit and now and pay you back when I give the outfit back, only the party starts in 5 minutes and I haven't got the cash on me now." Maggie said hopefully.
"I don't know." The woman mused
"Please, I'm the maid of honour and I can't be late, I promise I will return it in mint condition, I'll even dry clean it for you." Maggie lied.
"Well okay, I was the maid of honour for my sister's wedding and I know how stressful it can be." The woman replied with a smile, before retrieving a black suit complete with white collar from the rack, which stood behind her.
"Thank you, thank you so much." Maggie beamed as she threw the shirt and jacket over the nurses uniform. As she exited the shop, she stopped a few steps away and pulled on the trousers, noting the time, she had less than 3 hours to get to Dean and figure and get him out of prison.
BEEP. The alarm on the large grey metal detector went off as Maggie walked through it. Stepping to the side as a guard dressed in light brown threads held out a plastic tray. Maggie pulled a silver cross from under the crisp white collar of her holy disguise. She placed it into the tray and smiled at the guard who nodded his head ushering her to move on.
"Bless you." Maggie nodded in reply, and carried on down the hall to a small desk. Behind it sat a harsh looking middle-aged woman, her dark brown hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"Name." The woman asked flatly.
"Reverend Mitchell, I'm here to give Mr Dean Winchester his last rights." Maggie stated confidently.
"Sign here." The female policeman handed the reverend a form attached to a clipboard. Maggie signed the form as requested.
"Sergeant Fuller will escort you to the north wing."
"Thank you." Maggie acknowledged, turning to the large man of authority and followed behind.
After a few minutes of silence down elevators and long cold corridors, the priest and guard arrived at the north wing. Walking down to the last lonely cell of a dark corridor, Sergeant Fuller took out a large collection of keys and unlocked the heavy cell door. He was about to accompany the woman in, but she held out her hand. This is a very personal moment, I would very much like you to wait out here Sergeant."
"He's a dangerous man Reverend." The tall man warned.
"The Lord will protect me." Maggie insisted with a smile, but her voice stern and serious.
"As you wish call for me when you're done." The man agreed; turning on his heals with a sigh. "Religious types." He grumbled walking down to a small desk behind a steel bar gate locking it behind him.
Taking in a deep breath, slightly weary after her encounter with Sam, Maggie stepped into the cell, and there he was, dressed in a bright orange jump suit, chains attached to both his ankles and wrists. Dean was sat on the low bed; his head hanging low.
"Dean?" Maggie spoke with a tilt of her head, trying to get a look at his face. Slowly he lifted his gaze from this hands, his eyes red and tired looked back at her.
"Maggie."