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Dean feels pissed off. Really, really pissed off. Why has his brother stopped? What is the hold up? He grabs hold of Sam's arm. "Sammy, what the hell?" Sam looks at his brother and Dean doesn't like that look. He takes a moment to see whatever it is that the others are gawking at and he doesn't like that either. Frick. Well, that puts a slight dent into the get away plan but there is no way in hell he is going to let a couple of redneck wanna be security guards get in his way. Not now. C'mon boys, those aren't demons or spirits or witches or anything else. Just damned humans. We can take 'em right? "Sammy? What's the matter bro, scared of a couple hicks?" Pause. "We just need a distraction and then we're home free. C'mon, let's think, let's work our Winchester mojo on those mothers. Are ya with me?" As he looks at his brother, Dean suspects Sam has entered into his ultrathinker zone again. No time bro. "Listen Sam, we are sitting ducks here, if we don't do something, and fast, this whole place is gonna notice us."
Richard listens to Dean as he talks to his brother and can sense the panic that's woven within his tough on the exterior tone. He is scared. Richard's breath quickens and as his eyes dart around, looking for another way out, and when he can't find one, he resolves to the fact that it is now his turn to do something. To step up to the plate. To stop thinking so much and just act on what he believes is right. In this case, that rightness is in the form of getting these other three men out of here without incident, to help them just melt away into the background. He knows it is just a matter of time before others come onto this floor, in an effort to find their escaped patient and his accomplices. May as well go out in a blaze of glory. Huh, it sounds like he's getting ready to die but that's not it. He just wants to build up a tad more courage within himself to save the day. To save these strangers.
Sam isn't sure what to do. Actually, he wants to let out a scream, to relieve some of his pent up frustrations with this entire mess. Okay, think Sam. Dean is right, these are just humans after all. No super strength or claws or the ability to disappear and then reappear out of thin air. What's the big deal anyway, they are just men. Just two, large, bulked up men whose purpose it is to maintain order and be on the look out for trouble. What could possibly go wrong? Oh, right, this group of four just happens to have trouble written all over them. Maybe there's another way out? Maybe they won't look at us if we just walk by? Maybe we can sweet talk them into letting us walk out the door peacefully? Shit, not one of those plans sounds even remotely plausible.
Richard smiles as the distraction he seeks suddenly appears, and what do ya know, it's heading down the hall right at them. Perfect. He is amazed at how quickly everything comes together. How it just instantly pops into his mind what to do. He has the perfect plan. The perfect distraction. This time he doesn't feel any apprehension, or worry or fear. He knows this time he is going to do something the others will view as great, and hell, all of them, and he thinks Dean imparticular, may even think it is pretty cool.
There isn't much time so Richard leans forward so he is within earshot of all three men. "Okay fellas, time is running short, now or never right? I want to say thanks for a, let's say, interesting adventure, one that I won't soon forget I'm sure. Sam, Dean, you said you needed a distraction right? Well, the usually mild-mannered me is about to give you one. Don't waste it okay? It really has been a pleasure. I wish you both the best. And Steve? Make sure you all get out of here okay?" Before anyone can say a word to him Richard leaves the group and begins to travel down the hall, right towards his distraction in the making. And, as it turns out, he may just manage to save the day afterall.
Sam, Dean and Steve all gaze at his back as it ebbs away from them. Richard stops, leans against the wall and turns his head to look at the trio of men. He smiles broadly at them and gives a down low thumbs up. Dean watches but can't figure out what this guy is going to do. Richard's gaze moves from the three men and wanders back, over to the other end of the hall. He still smiles, this time to himself, as a constant pep talk loops around in his brain. With a bit more you can do it Richard internal encouragement, this previous stranger to the brothers Winchester commits to his plan to help them and without any more thought, jumps into it and follows through in stellar form. Just as the orderly he has been keeping his eyes on is about to walk past him with a fully loaded supply cart, Richard darts out in front of him and is hit square on by the offending cart. "Holy Shit! Watch where you are going you doctor wanna be!"
What? The men that have been left behind all share a look of shock with one another. Even though he is a fair distance away from them now, Richard is making his rant known to the entire floor. Man, maybe he should look into a career as an actor because he is playing his role for all it is worth and Dean has a hard time tearing his eyes away, he feels like he wants to watch the rest of the show.
Steve diverts his gaze from Richard back to the men at the door. He can tell they have noticed the kerfuffle down the hall but still stand their ground. C'mon guys, you know you wanna check it out. Steve looks back towards the altercation. C'mon Richard, just a bit more.
Back at the scene of the cart, Richard is in full-on adrenaline mode now. He realizes he needs to up the ampage of his episode when he notices that his comrades have yet to move. So, he grabs the supply cart and tips it over, spilling the contents onto the floor below. As the sound reverberates through the area, and as he sees many an eye upon him, Richard takes a breath and pours it on. "HA! Take that you spineless bastard! Maybe next time you'll think twice before you try to run innocent people over!" Pause. "What's a matter? Cat got your tongue? Or, maybe, do you think you're better than ME? Is that it? Maybe you and I should take this outside, or are you a fraidy cat? You stupid piece of walking shit!"
Woah, you go Richard! Huh, and just when I thought he didn't really have the balls to do anything out of his comfort zone. Cool. Dean looks to the door again and it appears that the last words spewed from Richard's mouth at least did part of the trick. Dude number one looks to his partner and then heads over to the scene. Well, it isn't both of them but hey, their odds have just multiplied exponentially. "Okay, Richard is giving us a chance so let's not make his theatrics over there for nothing. Time to make a break for it guys!"
As security type dude number one walks past them and towards the ruckus down the hall, Steve, Sam and Dean make their move, towards their door to freedom. Steve notices that the other guard is distracted, his eyes drawn to the path his partner just took. He can still hear Richard's voice echo to his ears, with a lot of colourful language that he finds difficult to believe could ever make there way past the other man's lips. I guess you really never know what another man is capable of until he is forced into certain situations. The trio makes it to the door and are side by side with the guard with Sam closest, then Dean, then Steve. They don't speak, they don't look back, it's hard to say whether they even breathe. Only a few feet to go now, and as the sliding door opens to the world outside, and as they take their first step out of the hospital, fate decides to choose that moment in time for Sam to feel a steely and fairly unfriendly grip on his shoulder.
"Stop right there sir. Not so fast. You and your friends here are not going anywhere. Rumor has it that man beside you needs to get back inside, back up to the fourth floor where he belongs. I don't know what you think you are doing but the folks inside seems to think he is not in any kind of medical shape to be leaving. So, just cooperate and everything will work out fine. Okay?"
Sam looks over to his brother and the genuine look of fear that is displayed on his features makes the younger brother's next actions ones of instinct and automation. It's a good thing this dude doesn't realize who he is dealing with. It is obvious that he believes Sam is a pushover and that he would never dream of putting up a fight. Sam reaches into his pocket, fishes out the keys to the Impala and hands them over to Steve. He then twists out of the man's grip and as he does so motivates the other two men with a very vocal "RUN!"
Dean pauses as he watches Sam spin and lay a surprising blow to the other man's face. As the bigger man reels from the unanticipated attack on him, Dean feels the pull of Steve on his arm and although the older sibling feels reluctant to leave Sam, he starts the march, the very fast and furious march to his beloved Impala. He had spotted the car as soon as they left the hospital doors and silently thanks his brother for parking so close to the entrance. He points his finger towards the Impala "There it is Stevie." They reach the car and as they do, both men look back to see what kind of shape the third man of this unlikely trio is currently in.
Dean's smile goes from ear to ear and he feels a burst of pride well up inside of him for his brother. "That's my Sammy." The older sibling looks over at Steve and if possible his grin gets a little wider yet. The paramedic looks as though he has suffered some sort of shock.
Steve had been expecting to see Sam up against the side of the building, or on the ground after being easily subdued by the guard. He had also wondered on their race to the car just how they were going to now get him out of this new mess. But, as Steve's stare continues, he can clearly see that it won't be an issue. Not at all. Sam obviously does not need to be saved. Dean's brother sprints towards them and it appears that the imposing burly type security dude, the man that was such an obstacle moments ago, is laid out flat on the pavement.
TBC... Just as a heads up, it may take a few days for my next update to arrive. Busy weekend ahead and I'm not sure how much time at the computer I will manage to squeeze in. I will be back though! :)