title: What are you doing, Dean pt 14

summary: See Dean, See Dean Run

disclaim: Not mine, but mine to toy with

rated: T, for language

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"Get the fuck off me!" Dean yelled flailing about trying to get the orderlies to back up. 'get off the drugs' He clung to the words from his brother, what he could remember of them, and he had enough of the drugs that moron doctor was giving him. Dean had a perpetual headache that he could not get anything for because of the drug trial he was participating in. 'Sam said i was in Paulyrd's trial, i don't remember signing up for it'

Dean had an IV port in his right arm but since his arms had mostly healed he pulled it out; therefore, the nurse was having to find a vein to inject his meds into. 'i look like a junky' It was time for his first injection of the day and Dean was having none of it. They unusually got him before he woke in the mornings but today they were running late. "Damn it, keep that shit away from me!" his head was clear enough to try to avoid taking anymore.

"Ben, you are going to have to calm down and take your medicine," Nurse May was nice enough but stern when it came to dealing with Paulyrd's patients. "Ben, you know you have to take this to get better." After the patient's initial hesitation she called in reenforcements. The three orderlies had him cornered in his room.

"Stop calling me Ben!" Dean shouted, they had been doing that since they moved him up here and it was pissing him off. 'it's confusing'

Though Dean was not completely stable on his feet he still had his skills. So before any of the orderlies could make a move, he attacked taking down one of them before they realized what he was doing. Within two minutes the other two were down and he was out the door. Quickly he was at the stairwell doors trying to get them open. He noticed that a badge was needed to activate the doors and he bet the lifts were the same. "Fuck!" Out of the corner of his eye he saw people coming for him. Dean took off trying doors along the way. He found a supply closet that was open and ducked in. As he crouched down behind the selves of cleaning supplies he heard footsteps race by.

'if i can just stay hidden for a while longer...' Dean was still trying to get the drugs that were in his system out of his system. He crossed his arms on his knees that were drawn up to his chest and laid his head down on them. 'i just need to rest a bit... dizzy, head hurts, this damn headache won't go away'

Dean did not know how long he had been hiding when he woke. 'shit, i'm still here, hurry up sam, get me out of here' He stood up in the dark closet to stretch when he heard a voice coming from behind him.

'I found you'

"What?" shocked he spun around to see who was with him. The door had not opened and there was no other entrances.

'You can't get away'

Dean spun again, banging his right arm against the shelving. "Ow" he hissed, feeling hands on his arms, touching his face, carressing his torso; he brushed frantically at himself to get the feeling to go away.

'You are mine'

Pain erupted along his right jawline. He screamed out in agony when pain blossomed down his left arm to his wrist. Dean clutched his arm to his chest panting to catch his breath falling back against the wall. "DAMN!" He screamed out again when he felt something very sharp rip into his abdomen. A cruel laugh echoed in the small room disorienting Dean. Feeling lightheaded he was unable to stop himself from crashing into the selves toppling cleaning supplies around him. Balance gone, Dean fell to his hands and knees cutting them on broken glass. He sat back on his heels and wrapped his arms around him to try to hold back the pain. "What the fuck is happening?" he whispered into the empty air, silence returning to the space.

The overhead light flashed on, squinting Dean raised his right hand against the glare. He was shocked at what he saw. "Blood?" he gasped as he looked down at himself.

"In here, I've found him. Shit, he's done it again. Bring the first aid kit and page Dr. Paulyrd."

Dean heard the voices coming from far away. He felt hands on him lying him down, putting preasure on his wounds, an injection in his arm.

"He got some glass and cut himself up. Damn it, he reopened his left arm. Let's get him out of here, he might need surgery. Ready, one, two, three lift."

The voices were getting more distant, the light that was once so bright was dimming. 'it was her... not me... that witch...' Dean could not get his voice to work. As he drifted off to unconsciousness he heard the words again.

'You can't get away'

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