His eyes had opened, but it was still too dark for him to see anything. He couldn't figure out why his back was soaking wet; he sat up and felt for a doorknob. His fingers felt a protruding box a little below his eye level instead and flicked the switch. He blinked a few times until his eyes adjusted to the dull lighting. He turned to see a sickly brown-colored liquid on the floor where he had obviously been laying. He twisted his body to take a look at the back of his shirt, seeing the giant darkened part that covered his entire back. He let out a groan and smacked his arms to his sides in frustration.
Dean's eyes peeled over to the doorknob, noticing that he was inside a broom closet. His fingers wrapped around the cold metal knob, twisted it to the right, and pushed it. It wouldn't budge. He pulled and pushed against the door, trying to get it to break off the hinges and allow him to escape; he was unsuccessful.
His hands turned into fists as they came in contact with the giant door. They echoed throughout the tiny room, irritating his ears. After a few moments he stopped his efforts, flipped his body around so that his back was pressed against the door, and slide down it. His butt hit the floor as he wrapped his arms around his knees. He looked at the disgusting liquid on the floor and waited for someone to come.
Karen had finally found where John had run too, but she was too late. He was laying motionless, eyes closed, on the ground. She saw a nurse standing over him and her mind started to race. What happened? Why did he need to be sedated!? How come she's all alone? What if she tells someone about this? About how I let my patient escape. What if they find out that I let John see Sam and Dean without permission?
She took a few steps closer, but slowly, putting an arm out as she went to reach for the nurse's shoulder. Her eyes were on John the whole time, "What happened?"
Her fingers incased the woman's small shoulder; the nurse's head turned to look at Dr. Krohn, but something was wrong. Her eyes were pitch black as her fingers gripped the knife a little tighter. Her eyes flickered to John quickly before she turned her complete attention to the doctor. "What the hell did you do?"
"Me?" the demon smiled pleasantly, standing up, and taking a few steps towards Karen. Of course, the doctor backed up out of fear. "I merely got rid of some unfinished business."
She lunged at Dr. Krohn before she was even able to realize what was going on. Karen tried to break out of the woman's hold, but couldn't. The demon pinned her to the ground, taking a quick look around to see if anyone was coming. She smiled at Karen, "Believe me, this will be my pleasure."
"No, mine," John hissed out as he plunged a scalpel into the nurse's back. She twisted her neck; her hair flew in front of her face as she stared at him in bewilderment. She was about to lunge at John when she started to hear the Latin.
Jim's voice spread throughout the hallway, bellowing out at the demon. She flipped onto her back, starting to convulse as her body started to reject the demonic spirit inside. Jim continued his chant as John moved towards Dr. Krohn. He grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her away from the evil scene that lay before them.
A hiss of black smoke escaped the nurse's lips and eyes as her back arched with the surge of power. Jim's hand slammed the leather-bound book shut and circled around the demon, moving towards John and Karen. His eyes followed the black smoke as it quickly found an air duct to escape out of.
Two pairs of eyes were on Karen as they wondered what her reaction would be. She stared at the unconscious nurse for a few moments before she turned to John and Jim. "Wha—What—"
"What was that?" John finished for her.
"A demon," Jim said as evenly as he could. He tried to make it sound natural, although after all these years it was natural, but not to this doctor. He watched as her eyes changed from confused to panic to interest to worry to frightened. But what surprised him the most was that her eyes turned to their normal state of calm as her shaky hands reached down to feel the nurse's pulse. She wasn't exactly sure what she should be expecting since she really hadn't comprehended what just happened. She found a pulse pretty easily.
"What did you do to her?"
"Pastor Jim, over here," signaling to Jim with his thumb, "just preformed an exorcism. You should feel special; about 6 people a year get to witness that, at the most."
"So, the whole good and evil thing is real? Demons exist?" Karen asked, a little disbelieving. She stood up, staring at the two men skeptically; her body swayed as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened.
"Yea, you witnessed one off hand," John answered, a smile creeping onto his face. Maybe she'll actually allow me to leave this Hell hole. He realized she was taking this extremely well, for he figured most people would end up running for help from the two psychopaths or passing o—
Karen's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her knees buckled, causing her body to fold in on itself. Her body hit the floor before either of the men where able to react, although John managed to slip a hand under the back of her head, stopping it from hitting the hard tiled floor.
Dean's fingers worked quickly as he jammed the screwdriver into the doorknob. He jiggled the knob a few times while he worked, waiting for the door to pop open. It eventually did, allowing him to escape the dirty closet. The lingering smell of liquid cleaners, stale food, and other odds and ends still remained in Dean's nose. He scrunched his face before he realized that the reason he had escaped was because of his father, who was standing right in front of him. Dean ran into his legs, trying to push him out of the way. "Dean, what's wrong?"
"I need to find Sam," Dean said with a new determination that never had passed through him as much as it had in that one day. He tried to push through his father's large legs, which didn't budge at the little boy's attempts.
"Dean, Dean. It's okay. Sam's safe." John bent down to pick up his worried eight-year-old son. With Dean in his arms, John turned to Jim who had just returned from hiding the nurse's body for the moment. "Where'd you put her?" John whispered to Jim.
"Closet, where else would I put her? I've never had to do that before!" Jim said a little too loud for John's liking, but Dean didn't seem to notice. His head had been erect as he searched the walls for any sign of trouble. His eyes never seemed to set or relax for more than a few moments, even though John knew he must be beyond tired. John always admired Dean's sheer determination.
I stepped into the all too familiar room that I had occupied for the last night. Sam had been sitting on the bed, his legs hanging down, kicking back and forth as he waited for our return. He jumped off the bed and grabbed hold of my leg, wrapping his legs around it as well. I had to walk over to the bed with Dean in my arms, who had relaxed at the sight of his little brother and placed his head on my shoulder as his eyes closed, and Sam wrapped around my leg. Can't you feel the enjoyment just bellowing out of me?
I placed Dean on the bed, grabbed Sam by the arm and pulling him into the arm as he giggled with enjoy. I placed him next to Dean, once again, and pulled the sheet over their little bodies. I sat at the foot of the bed, placing my head in my hands as I tried to figure out what my next move would be.
My thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Krohn running into the room, a little frantic if you ask me. She let out a breath as she entered the room, but she looked at neither me nor Jim, she was staring at my two boys. I knew that Sam would only sleep for a little longer if he actually let it take him, which meant that Dean would be woken up. I knew that Dean needed that sleep, but how could I really keep Sam occupied in a hospital room when I had other things to worry about? See, parenting isn't easy.
Dr. Krohn looked at me, pulled up a chair in front of me, completely ignoring Jim that stood in the corner of the room, pondering the same thing I was: escape. "What did…that thing want?"
"I have no idea," which wasn't completely a lie. I only knew part of what she wanted: Sam, but what she wanted to do with him worried me even more. And what did she mean special children? Did this have something to do with the thing that killed Mary? Can anyone say connections?
"What are you going to do?" I really wasn't expecting that question to be the next one she asked. I also had no idea how to answer that since I really had no plan, no idea, nothing to go on.
"We're gonna get the Hell out of here and find out what it was trying to do," Jim answered, his head was still bowed in thought. He left it pretty vague, but exact enough to get the point across: we needed to leave.