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B - Bludgeoned


Set during "Changing Channels"


"Where the hell are we now?" Sam let out a loud groan of annoyance. They didn't have time for this shit. The world was ending and of focusing on stopping Lucifer, he and Dean were trapped by the Trickster in a warped television alternate universe. The Trickster kept sending them to all kinds of TV shows and commercials, each one more bizarre then the last. This time they found themselves standing in a seemingly empty dark alley.

"Ugh I hope we're not in another one of those Procedural Cop Shows, Dean muttered as they walked quietly through the alley.

"We just came from one. Doubt this is another one," Sam answered with a nervous smile.

"Didn't you hear what I said back there? There's at least three…" Dean stopped suddenly when he heard footsteps coming up from behind them. Dean turned slowly and spotted the owner of the voice. A smaller man with red-ish blond hair. Maybe in his mid thirties.

"Gimme ye'r moneys!" The voice had an decidedly Irish accen, but any smart-assed comments from Dean were silenced when he spotted the gun pointed at them.

"Relax man. We don't have anything," Dean insisted. The clothes they were wearing didn't really belong to them and by the looks of them a wallet wouldn't be found in any of the pockets.

"Don't lie! Give'em to me!" the man screamed, waving the gun towards Sam's face. Dean had learned the hard way that getting shot on TV was just as real as being shot in real life, and this guy looked unhinged enough to carry out on his threat. He focused on the man, noticing how he's shaking. Just their luck, to be faced off with a twitchy mugger who wasn't even real, but that didn't make him any less dangerous.

"Okay, look..." Dean held his hands up as to show that he wasn't up to anything and reached for his empty back pocket. The gun that had been aimed at Sam was suddenly pointed directly at him.

As if on cute, as soon as the man focused on Dean, Sam took the opportunity and threw himself at the man, wrenching the gun out of his hands and threw it as far away as possible. The mugger shouted in anger as the gun vanished into the dark alley. He pulled his arm back and aimed his fist at Sam's face, hitting mark. It didn't take long for Sam to recover and throw a punch back.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as his little brother and the robber hit the ground, punches being thrown from both. The robber got up before Sam and managed to run a few meters before the taller man caught up with him. The man turned around with a dirty old bat in his hands that he seemed to pull out of thin air and swung it directly at Sam's head. Sam jumped back instinctively which probably saved him from a broken jaw, but the bat hit its mark. The tall figure fell to the ground unconscious, arms stretched limply over his head.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled and ran after the mugger. The other man ran out of the alley, but Dean didn't give chase, instead he rushed back to Sam's side. To his horror, Sam had not moved since being hit.

"I called for ambulance!" A woman's voice announed. Dean barely glanced at the young woman standing at the front of the alley, her cell phone still at her ear as the two children huddled close to her.

"Damn it," Dean cursed.

"Excuse me?" the woman frowned in surprise.

"I mean, thanks," he hurriedly said, not wanting to offend the imaginary woman that helped them. He didn't want to go through fake hospitals and talk to fake police and fake doctors anymore. He just wanted to get back to the real world where he and Sam could take out that Trickster once and for all.

"Sammy?" Dean said gently, hoping for a response. He checked Sam's pulse and breathing, but Sam showed no signs of waking. He had a nasty wound growing along the side of his jaw, but besides that the boy was out cold. He sighed and sat back on the ground, resting Sam's head on his lap,

"I wonder what kind of TV show this is..." he muttered, annoyed and frightened.

"What did you say?" Dean look up in surprise, seeing the woman who had called for help.

"Lady, I appreciate your help, but you can leave us alone now," he groaned when the woman looked beyond offended,

"Look! You're not real! None of this is! Just leave me alone! I don't need some fake-woman bitching right now!"

The woman huffed offended and marched off with her kids. The ambulance was there impossibly quickly and two men jumped out. They quickly examined Sam, checking his vital signs and looked unnecessary worried.

"Guys!" Dean jumped up when the two paramedics lifted Sam onto a gurney and into the ambulance,
"He's just unconscious damn it!" he had grown up with Sam and he had lost the count of how many times the kid had been knocked out throughout their lives, and most of the times they hadn't needed hospital. This time didn't seem any different, but the paramedics kept acting as if he was on the brink of death.

"You're coming with us?" one paramedic looked at Dean as Sam was carefully loaded into the ambulance. Dean doesn't even bother to answer that and climbed into the cab with his brother.

*_*_*

"Ugh, hands off!"

Sam had woken up in the ambulance. Grimacing in pain, but very much alive and very, very cranky. Dean tried to calm his angry brother without much luck and he couldn't blame him. The paramedic was fussing over Sam like a mother hen, his attention seemed more like an overkill given Sam's relatively minor injuries. The oxygen mask and IV fluids really seemed unnecessary.

"Sam! Sam it's okay. Just let him do his job," Dean couldn't help but snicker when Sam started swatting at the paramedic's hands every time he came too close.

"Well he sucks at it... ," Sam looked up at the stranger when he injected something into the IV tube.

"He's drugging me!" he whined as the paramedic pulled out the syringe.

"Hey, what the hell does that help?" Dean growled at the paramedic as Sam's fell into sleep again. The other man just kept ignoring him.

Sam woke up again as he was rolled down the halls of the hospital in a hurry, nurses pulling at his clothes. Dean followed close behind, thinking maybe he should try and save his brother from the nurses, but let it be. It wasn't in the script for them to harm Sam.

The last thing he heard as Sam is wheeled off is his little brother's high pitched voice complain, "Ah! He didn't kick me down there!"

*_*_*

"How'd the groping go?" Dean held a coffee in his hands when he entered Sam's room. Sam was sitting up in bed looking ever so grumpy with can of flat soda in his hands.

"I managed to convince them that there's no need to check 'down there' when it hurts here," Sam complained and carefully rubbed a hand over the bruises on the side of his jaw.

"You're such a prude. You had like three hot nurses all eager getting your clothes off and all you can think of is pride?" Dean laughed. Sam doesn't deign to answer him.

"Hey, Sammy?" Dean sat down on the bed next to Sam.

"Mhm?" Sam looked up from the soda he'd been drinking.

"I forgot to tell you that there's at least three hundred Hospital shows as well." He smiled cheekily at Sam's look of disgust.