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An. Sorry this is out later then I intended. I have been binge watching season 10. I am still behind nobody tell me what happens! Anyway here's the next chapter. I am going to beg like a loser now and ask for a review. Come on people is it hard to go - it sucks? Or totally epic. Just sayin… p.s I don't think I wrote a disclaimer but if you are on this site you should know the drill, I do not own these characters. If I did why would I waste my time on here? I'd be rich with hex bags and goffer dust around me to keep the hounds at bay.

Six

It was oddly eerie pulling up at St Michaels. The normal hustle and bustle was minimal. Surprisingly there were no blockades, no cop cars or sirens. In the loading docks there was a steam of ambulances with nurses quietly ushering ill people out of the building and into the transport. It was so civilized.

"Sherriff Singer." Crowley couldn't even pretend to be polite. Sam couldn't help but feel awkward. This was their boss's Husband. The normal competition between the two agency seemed a little petty.

"It's just Bobby."

"So Bobby, I am Sam Winchester and this is my partner Crowley."

Crowley tipped his invisible hat before turning his eyes back to the towering building. Sam figure it was probably the standard ten floors that most of this side of the river stood at. There were strict codes with the height but most of the developers pushed it as far as they could. It was ugly like every standard hospital across the globe. It hadn't been up dated for the better part of a decade or more. Years on neglected had done nothing for the exterior of the building. Sam knew however the inside was bleached white in every sense of the word. He had to have stitches last year and the place was so clean he was practically choking on the fumes. The walls were crisp white and went along nicely with the sheets. It was fifty shades of insanity. Sam couldn't understand how Dean could stand it. Perhaps that's why he ditched his career for the ambulance service.

"Winchester? Your not related to Dean?"

Sam nodded. "He's my Brother."

"He's a good man." Bobby patted him on the back. Sam frowned wondering if Ellen had called him. He tried not to think about the worst case scenario. He had seen some pretty horrible things since joining the FBI and the last thing he wanted was to picture was his big Brother in the thick of it.

Sam cleared his throat trying to keep his head in the game. "What's happening in there?"

"We've got twenty plus lunatics running around the hospital with guns. I have got the nurses clearing out the bottom three floors as we speak. I am having the patients transferred over the river to the Royal General Hospital. I am trying not to alert the bad guys we are on to them. Most of them are on the fourth floor near the operating theatres guarding the gun-shot-crim. At the moment they are trying to blend in. They are still under the illusion they haven't been made."

"How long until they work it out?" Crowley spun around to look at the cop. "Do you really think they aren't going to notice three empty floors?" He snorted.

"I am protecting as many lives as I can." Bobby growled out through clenched teeth.

"Of course you are darling." Crowley stalked over to the doctors and nurses by the ambulances. Sam watched his partner pull out his badge. The little prick could be scary when he wanted to be. Curiously two white lab coats were handed to the man before he turned to Sam.

"Dr Moose and I have a patient to see." Crowley shoved a coat at Sam before pulling on his own. Sam proceeded to follow his lead. He looked down at himself frowning. The sleeves were two inches to short and the length was ridiculous on him. Hopefully no one would notice.

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Sam was edgy, unlike Crowley who didn't seem to have a care in the world. He strolled down the halls liked he owned the place. That was something Sam had to give to the man. He had a certain air of I am King shit and nobody can touch me. His confidence levels were sky high. It made him a little reckless and Sam was always trying to keep them out of the trouble his partners big fat mouth caused.

Crowley stopped at the elevator ahead of Sam. He tapped the up button his shoes unconsciously tapping in impatience.

"Crowley it's this way." Sam hissed trying to stop the shorter man. He pointed to the stairs. They only had one floor to go. Now was not the time to be doing anything stupid.

"I have things to do, people to see Samantha. I 'll be back in a jiffy."

"Crowley!" Sam snarled.

"Next time I'll get you a naught nurse outfit Moose. It will match that bitch face perfectly." Crowley winked. He turned and slipped into the elevator before Sam could stop him.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Sam scowled.

Trust Crowley to piss off on him in the middle of a mission. A mission that had his brother life on the line. Sam was going to ask for a new partner after this, if he didn't murder him before hand.

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The girl criminal, Ruby was outside the door with Alastair. They were meeting with more men and women that had come to their aid. They were stuck in the room with no escape. Dean knew they only had a few minutes alone before they came back in. He felt so helpless. It wasn't something he was use too.

He was relying on Sam to get his hidden message. His stomach churned at the thought of him missing it. They had been pretty wasted when they had made up their code words. There was a chance his younger Brother was to drunk to remember. He took in a deep breath. It was Sam. He'd know. Dean tried to convince himself while hovering next to the operating table.

Castiel tied up the final stitch up on the patients forehead.

Dean couldn't help but be impressed. The man was talented. Not only did he manage to pull the surgery off without half the necessary steps but somehow he had kept the man alive. In turn he had kept them all alive. The problem now was there was no reason to keep them breathing now. They were all loose ends. Shoving his thoughts aside he smiled widely at the Doctor in admiration.

"That was awesome Cas."

"Yes it was successful. We won't know the full out come until he wakes up. There could be brain damage. We all just have to hope he is strong enough to pull through."

"Hear that Dean. No pulling the plug. The mans still alive." Gabriel snipped from his corner of the room.

Dean closed his eyes counting to ten.

He should have known Gabe wouldn't have kept his trap shut. Any time they were together he had to have a dig. Slowly he turned to look at the man. Normally Dean would walk away from this but he was trapped.

He didn't have to justify himself to Gabe but perhaps it was time they sorted this out.

As far as Dean was concerned he did the right thing and in his eyes, Gabriel was just being a prick. He was up on his high horse about something that had nothing to do with him.

The board had been understanding. He knew his action meant he would never become a surgeon. Dean was ok with that, he had made his peace with it. What surprised him was they were willing to give him a rare second chance. He would never work officially in the hospital walls again but they had pointed him in the direction of his current career path.

"What's going on?" Cas frowned.

"Gabe's pissed I helped a patient."

"You killed a fucking patient." He snarled.

"Tessa was my friend. She was dying, you knew she was terminal. It was assisted suicided at best. I saved her from suffering."

The door swung open and Alastair returned. He looked smug which didn't look good for the rest of them.

"How is he?" His gun pointed at Castiel.

The blued eyed man didn't even flinch.

"Breathing." He replied.

There was a long awkward pause that had Dean's nerves twitching. They all jumped at the sound of a ring tone.

"You need to turn that off. It interferers with the equipment." Cas's low voice grumbled. It was like he couldn't believe the audacity of these people. It was like they were desecrating a holy church.

"What do you want?" Alastair spat down the phone.

"What do you mean the fucking police are here? Why the hell am I only hearing about this now!"

The gun man listened looking less then impressed with the caller.

"This better not happen again you insubordinate little scum. The boss will have you licking the floors for this."

Strangely Dean thought the man meant it as a promise. Dean tried to process what he was hearing. The police or the F.B.I had a mole. There was no sign outside of the building that anything was going on. If he hadn't heard the phone call with his own ears he would have thought they were in this on their own.

Alastair hung up angrily.

He waved his gun in Castiel's face trying to startle the doctor. It seemed pointless the man was fearless or just stupid. Dean hadn't made up his mind just yet.

"Can we move him?"

"Only if he wakes. It's to risky. We don't know if he will survive yet."

"Well fucking wake him!"

Cas sighed. He unhooked a few tubes and then put in an I.V trying to push fluid through him to flush the drugs out of his system.

"It may take a few minutes."

Cas stood uncomfortable close to Dean. Dean tried not to flinch when Castiel's hand slide into his. It took Dean a second to realised the man wasn't trying to seek comfort but in fact handing him a needle with god knows what in it. He forced down a smile.

Doctor Novak had just handed him a weapon.

The table's were about to turn.