10 minutes earlier.
Sam sat in the corner of his room. Lucifer had left him alone, for now anyway. He just wanted to sleep. The young nurse had just left the room and Sam sighed because he just wanted some form of contact with the outside world. Yes he had Dean, but only a couple of hours a day. And sure he could live without Dean if h needed to, but he'd rather not, especially when his only other source of company was the devil in his head.
He noticed on the tray, beneath the plate of food he would not be eating in fear of maggots, was a newspaper. Sam smiled to himself. Maybe he could check for hunts and tell dean about them later. Dean would probably argue against it and tell him that he wasn't going to hunt whilst he was ill, which was pissing Sam off, because he wasn't going to get better because dean stopped doing his job. However any thoughts of finding a case flew out the window when his eyes landed on his own face. And Deans.
He read through the article quickly then realised what he had to do. He had to get out of there and find Dean before the cops found them, or even demons. The article was bound to be on the news by now, which would lead and army of demons straight to them.
He moved fast, as he didn't know how long he'd have until someone recognised that the wanted murderer was hiding out in the psychiatric ward. He left his room and found a nearly empty corridor and walked briskly down it, trying not to draw any attention toward himself.
"What are you doing here?" Dr Cartwright asked as Sam turned a corner. Sam's heart dropped. He knew what he had to do but Dr Cartwright had been so damn nice. Before Dr Cartwright could say anything else, Sam knocked him out, surprised at his own strength, given his current situation.
However now he was faced with a bigger problem. There were more people filling the corridors and he couldn't risk being seen. He hid Dr Cartwright unconscious body in the janitors closet, and went to leave, before noticing the light box. It was his only hope of escaping without anyone seeing him. It was quite dark out as the rain clouds were hovering overhead, threatening to spill at any minute. Sam could successfully navigate from the janitor's closet to the fire exit then hotwire a car and find out where Dean is staying. It wouldn't be that hard, just the closest motel to the hospital.
With a plan set, he pulled the light switch and waited for the flutter of slightly concerned whispers, which quickly died down.
He pushed the door open, and carried on down the corridor. People passed him, nurses and doctors trying to carry on their duties, despite the supposed power cut, however he remained unnoticed. His clothes would be concealed by the dark, and who were they to question a man walking through a hospital when they had more important things to do, like fix the power.
After transpiring through the maze of identical corridors, Sam managed to reach the fire exit. He smiled to himself and jogged toward it, pushing at the door, his heart filling with hope. But all that hope drained from his body as quickly as it had arrive, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being fired, before the resounding sound of fear rippling throughout the hospital.