I'm Already Gone

Chapter 25

Bobby Singer stuck his head out the Winchester's current living accommodation and took notice that no nurses were present at their station; right past the Winchester room.

"All's clear" Bobby said stepping back into the room and behind Sam's wheelchair. "We have to hurry so we don't get caught" Bobby said pushing Sam out into the hallway.

"Obviously" Dean muttered sarcastically, "We're going to let ourselves get caught by Mr. Freak of nature."

"I don't need you mouth" Bobby said pushing Sam towards the elevator that was just down the hall. Dean rolled his eyes, he knew the danger they were in. he wasn't stupid after all, and he certainly didn't want to put Sam through any more grief then then he had already been through.

As they made it into the elevator, they nearly sighed in relief. They had made it this far with no trouble and with a little more luck they would make it out of the hospital without any problems. As the elevator door slid shut, Dean got a glance at a nurse coming towards them in a rather hurried pace. For some reason Dean didn't even like the look of her, even though she had been taking care of Sam during his stay at the hospital.

"Don't look now" Dean hissed "but trouble is on the way." Bobby sighed.

"Shouldn't surprise me, that they know we're gone already" he muttered "you two have the worst luck of anyone I know."

"You're telling me" Sam said "it follows us everywhere we go."

A few minutes later the trio had reached the bottom level and was making their way toward the hospital's exit. They had been vaguely surprised that no one had been waiting for them to exit the elevator.

They managed to reach the exit without trouble but once they reached outside and started for Bobby's car, they realized they hadn't made the clean breakaway they thought they had. They noticed several nurses surrounded Bobby's car. One thing was clear however, they had yet to be spotted.

"They can't all be monsters?" Sam asked recovering from the shock of finding the waiting nurses.

"Wouldn't surprise me if they were" Dean grunted his hand wrapped around his injury; which was really starting to ache now that Dean had been on his feet for several minutes.

"Our luck is bad but surely not that bad" Sam grumbled wishing they wouldn't have to deal with the waiting group at this time. Dean snorted.

"Some things will never change, our luck is one of them. Now for how we are getting out of here may I suggest hotwiring a car?"

"One thing wrong with that, what will happen to my car?" Bobby asked "can't leave it here for the police to find, and can't Rufus take it back to my place. It could very easily be tracked."

"Could blow it up" Dean said smirking at the scowl that quickly lighted Bobby's face.

"Idjit, it may not be pretty but I like that car, gets me from point A to point B, with almost no trouble." Bobby grumbled even as he was looking for a car, that wouldn't be too noticeable, out on the highway.

"I don't see how you like that rusted piece of junk but whatever floats your ship" Dean muttered, looking around the parking garage for an inconspicuous ride.

Bobby and Dean both spotted a gray rust bucket of a car that seemed like it was on its last leg. Looking over at Dean, Bobby nodded towards it. Dean nodded back. It was way past time to get out of there. He was starting to feel weird, like maybe he was starting to come down with the flu. Surely, it couldn't be an infection already; Dean hadn't been on his feet that long. Whatever the reason, Dean had to get Sam out of there, and make sure he was safe and sound before he done any worrying about himself.

Bobby started pushing the silent Sam away from the concrete barrier that had hidden them for the past few minutes, towards the car. As they strolled as fast as they could without looking too suspicious, Bobby noticed the way Dean was starting to stumble around.

"You okay?" Bobby asked low enough to where Sam couldn't hear him, once they had reached their destination and Dean was messing with the car locks.

"Just dandy" he muttered back "just sore from moving around so much I guess."

"You're not looking very well" Bobby commented as Dean hurriedly tried to get the door open. He really didn't like how pale Dean was.

"You worry too much" Dean muttered as he finally got the doors open. Reaching inside he unlocked the passenger seat. He helped Bobby get Sam seated in the backseat, then stashed the wheelchair beside him. When he was finished, Dean was nearly bent in half gasping in pain. Whatever was going on with him wasn't good.

Feeling a hand on his back, Dean nearly jumped out of his skin, he reached for the knife he kept in his boot.

"Settle down, boy" Bobby said "just seeing if you're okay."

"I told you I was fine" Dean said standing up, but still feeling like he was a stone's throw away from hurling everywhere.

"Bull," Bobby commented and shoved Dean towards the passenger seat.

"I was going to drive" Dean muttered.

"Not in your condition you're not" Bobby said "you're as likely to get us all killed."

"Whatever" Dean muttered climbing in and laying his head back against the headrest. He had to admit he was feeling pretty rough. Maybe all he needed was a good snooze, lord knows he didn't get nearly enough rest in the hospital worrying about Sam the whole time.

"What's wrong with Dean?" Sam asked concerned at how pale his brother was, and it was clear from where he was sitting that Dean was sweating pretty heavily something a healthy Dean hardly ever done.

"I think he's possibly getting an infection, won't know until we can get a safe distance away and I can get a good look at him" Bobby replied as he backed the car out of its space and headed towards the exit which was thankfully at the opposite end that the nurses were at.

They were on the road for a few hours when the signal for gas came on. Bobby sighed he didn't want to stop just yet cause he feared someone was tailing them, but they needed gas so they had no choice. Glancing beside him, he noticed Dean was still pale and sweating heavily despite the air conditioning being turned on high. That concerned him, if he had worked up the sweat he should have cooled down by now. That worried Bobby; this is exactly what the boy's didn't need. Looking in the rearview mirror he noticed Sam was also sound asleep which was good for someone in his condition, whom had previously been doing worse than Dean.

Sighing, Bobby pulled off at the next exit, he wasn't sure where he and the boys could go but one thing was for sure they needed to stop soon. He didn't want to think about what would happen to Dean if they did continue on down the road.

"Balls" Bobby muttered "what a fine situation to be placed in." paying for the gas at the pump, they were back on the road in ten minutes.

Finally when the sun started going down Bobby started looking for a hotel. His boys didn't need to get all their rest in the car. It took him another twenty minutes to find one, and then to get checked in. coming back out to the car, Bobby headed for Dean's side, upon opening the door, he heard immediately the harsh sound Dean's breathing was producing.

"I really think Dean needs to go back to the hospital" Sam said worriedly from his place in the backseat.

"No shit" Bobby muttered "Balls"

Sorry it took so long to get this out, I have had problem after problem lately not to mention ideas for other stories won't haunting me and I am trying to get them down along with getting all my other stories updated. Thanks for being patient and taking the time to review. Liz ( and I do realize it takes longer for an infection to set in, but for the sake of the story and Winchester luck this is how it's going to be done)