Chapter Six

With a chink of thick chains attached to his ankles and wrists, Dean was taken down the long tense walk to the room were he would be put into a deep sleep, that was if Maggie's plan went off without a hitch. Two burley guards walked either side of him, holding roughly onto his arms. The guards led him through a small door into the intimidating room; they removed the cuffs and strapped Dean onto a gurney. As the leather straps were tightened, Dean looked through the large glass window in front of him. On the other side sat a congregation of members of the public, obviously watching someone be put to death was a great source of entertainment. Standing at the far end of the room, keeping a low profile was Maggie, still dressed in her priests' outfit. She looked at Dean, giving him a nod and a slight smile. He smiled discretely back, she had done it, the plan was going ahead. A policeman approached Dean's side, tying a rubber tie around his upper arm. Then with a sharp sting Dean felt the needle pierce his skin. He felt a cold sweat build on his forehead, he could feel his heart beat pounding as he began to hyperventilate, loosing all feeling in his extremities. His eyes began to glaze over, loosing focus and finally shutting closed.

Dean's eyes sprang open in the darkness, not even able to see his hands in front of him. He tried to sit up but barely lifting it up, his head hit something cold and hard. He put his hands up to feel the smooth surface above his head before pushing his feet forward but unable to move them anywhere. Panic started to set in as he frantically felt around, trying to push up with his fists. Breathing heavily Dean was bout to scream out in horror when a bright light shone through the darkness causing him to close his eyes. He felt himself get pulled out into the cold air before opening his eyes, to see Maggie standing over him.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly helping him to sit up.

"Oh yeah I'm great!" Dean answered, eyebrows raised as he jumped off the cold steel slab.

"Well its not over yet, you're gonna have to get in a body bag and I'll wheel you out of here."

"You're kidding right." Dean replied his head tilted to the side.

"No Dean, I cant walk you out of here, I've told the cops that I've been asked by the next of kin to take you to the undertakers, hence the body bag."

"Awesome." He mumbled jumping onto the gurney, sliding into the long black bag.

"See you in a few minutes." Maggie said before zipping the bag almost all the way up, leaving a small gap so that Dean had some air.

A few hot and stuffy minutes later, the body bag was finally opened and Dean sat up, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. He kicked the plastic of his feet and slid off the portable bed. He looked up to see Maggie walking towards a red mustang. She stopped beside the passenger door, pulling off the uncomfortable white collar.

"Where'd you get this form?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I stole it." Maggie answered with a grin.

"I'm impressed." He replied, his eyebrows raised. "So what's the plan?"

"We go back to the hospital and get Sam." Maggie informed as the two pilled into the stolen car. "Then we get to the roof and jump."

"Jump?" Dean repeated, starting the engine and pulling off down the street.

"Yep, I got out of the nightmare before because I fell, I guess its like the old wives tale, you fall in a dream and you wake up."

"Worked for me before." Dean agreed.

The rusted mustang pulled up round the back of the hospital. Dean and Maggie got out of the car and keeping their eyes open, they approached a window on the bottom floor. Standing on a dustbin, Dean broke the glass and using a broken plank of wood, scraped away the broken shards that were still attached to the frame of the window. Hoisting himself in first, and then turning to pull Maggie up through the gap, Dean turned to the room they had dropped into. It was a small utility room; a collection of mops, buckets and other cleaning products filled the space. The two peered round the door of the storeroom, making sure that the cost was clear; they moved out and quietly made their way through the hospital. Finally they came to the small solitary confinement room. Dean opened the door before looking over his shoulder, to be sure that they hadn't been followed. They walked into the padded white room, Maggie stood behind her brother, closing the door behind her.

Dean's face fell, he felt a surge of emotion from the pit of his stomach as he saw his brother, curled up in the middle of the room. Sam's face was pale and blank, a clear line of saliva trickled down his cheek. His eyes were vacant and red raw with dark circles. A heavy white strait jacket was wrapped tightly around his torso, leather straps pulling his arms around his chest.

"Oh my god." Maggie whispered in horror, holding her hand up to her mouth, barely able to look at Sam in his comatose state.

Dean crouched down in front of his brother, tears beginning to well. "Oh Sammy...what have they done to you?"