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Dean sat and waited. The joy he felt when he saw his car in the carpark had turned into anxious anticipation. He was sitting in the chair in the corner so that he would see the lift through the doorway, not wanting to miss his brother. 'where were you, sam? why am i here?' random thoughts flashed through his mind.
Pain shot through his body, he was fighting, trying to get away. Someone was after him, hurting him.
Dean stood up, panting, he looked around, no one else was in the dayroom. A nurse walked by, smiled, and continued on. 'shit, what was that?' He paced, constantly looking for the doctor and his brother to arrive. 'get me out of here sammy'
A strange feeling of dread started to creep into his thoughts. 'what if i am wrong? but it has to be him,' forcing himself to look out the window again. He knew that car, he was not mistaken, his car, his safety, his freedom, his home. But the more he looked at it the more he felt that dread. 'sam will explain, he better have not wrecked my car, why can't i remember' He searched his brain for any answers, memories.
He was blind and in intense pain, being pulled out of the back of his car. Landing roughly, his shoulder was flared in agony followed quickly by his knee. His voice was hoarse from screaming and pleading for his attacker to stop. 'please stop, stop, no more, please' His ass joined in the chorus, his body racked with pain, he felt like one huge bruise, inside and out. He heard laughter, hideous and evil, reveling in his suffering.
"You are not going to get away from me again, bitch," a gruff voice commanded as he was propped up against the car. He felt something wrap around his throat, he reached up with his good hand to relieve the pressure. "This will keep you secure. I let you get away before, not going to happen again." The door opened, the belt tightened (he recognized the feel) around his neck, then the door closed. He tried to move, the belt tightened each time he shifted. "Why don't you make yourself comfy while I go take a piss," the horrible voice jeered. A harsh, hungry kiss was forced onto his mouth. He had to endure it because if he moved he risked strangulation. "You do have such a pretty mouth."
"NO!" Dean yelled, stumbling away from the window. He looked wildly around, still no one was in the dayroom with him, save for the nurse who ran in at his exclaimation. He hit the back wall in a effort to keep as far away from her and the two orderlies who just came in. 'stay away, get back, he can't have me again, don't touch me!' Dean was shaking, sweating, nearly hyperventalating, fear rolling off of him in waves. His mind was racing a mile a minute. 'who was that? what happened? help me sam'
"Sam, are you okay?" the nurse asked, waving the orderlies back. She knew this patient and was quite surprized at his very animated actions. Though she had never had experience with his panic attacks before, she knew that it was best to keep everyone away until he calmed down. He was looking around frantically, had that trapped animal look to him. 'he is going to hurt himself' Using hernurse-knows-best voice, "Just calm down, I will have your doctor paged," she noted that his eyes did not light on anything too long, 'this is going to get ugly' Thinking better of leaving him alone, she called out to one of the orderlies behind her, "Ben, tell Sheila to page Dr. Coizer, a 911." She heard the man rush away. "It is going to be just fine, you are safe here, no one is going to hurt you," she kept here voice soothing trying to get the patient's attention, his panic was overwhelming him. "Your doctor will be here shortly." She did not want to resort to drugs, but if his doctor did not get here soon that may be their only choice.
Dean had been inching toward the doorway, seeing several orderlies and nurses in the hallway, he stopped. 'stay away, don't touch me' They were not advancing but not retreating either. Not knowing what to do, he froze, tears forming in his eyes, helpless. 'go away, go away, go away' willing the people gone.
At that moment, the lift doors opened, Dr. Coizer stepped out, worry on his face, followed by the one person Dean had been wishing for. Dean launched himself off the wall, "SAM!"
"DEAN!" Sam exclaimed at the exact same moment, Dean saw him push past the doctor to get to him.
'it's you, it's you, sam, sam,samsamsam' his mind screamed for his salvation.
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