Time unfroze and everything regained color. The body guard pushed the man's bed and past everyone blocking his way, swearing and cursing as nurses kept blocking him. The man closed his eyes once more.

Dean remained frozen in place, keeping his eyes locked on the spot where he'd seen him. What had happened to him? What had he felt at that moment?

There were so many things going on in his head, and the silence caused by the absence of people snapped him back into the real world. He was standing alone in the hallway, gripping the steel tray in his hands and trembling slightly. Dean gathered his bearings and walked back down the hall, heading towards the storage room.

He looked pretty beat up… did he really look at me…did he really say that… or am I going insane?

These questions kept bouncing around in Dean's head. The scenes were replaying in his mind. He thought of how bloody he looked. How deadly that scarlet gash had presented itself. How the man had looked extremely woozy and petrified with fear. What had they done to him? The hunters must've broken some ribs; that's what the bandages looked like they were for. He must've put up some form of a fight in order to appear that way. He'd never seen any newbies that ever looked like that. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead, despite the cold air conditioning indoors.

Dean finally arrived at the storage room. It was a metal door that looked darker than any other door, and its grayness contrasted the blue scheme of the hospital. Dean opened the rusted door and left the items in their corresponding areas and left the tray in the cabinet where it belonged. Dean walked out, breathed in heavily, and released his breath in one, long sigh.

…

Bright, white light invaded Cas' vision, and it took its time to clear out. His head throbbed sharply with every heartbeat, and there was an extremely dull pain on his side. He groaned loudly once the room came into his vision. Everything was still blurry, and some parts of his body were completely numb. His eyes finally opened all the way, and he immediately examined his surroundings. There was a cold, tiled floor beneath him, and a bed that looked untouched was against a wall. Someone had literally thrown him on the floor, not caring for any amount of comfort he could receive. Someone had also changed out his clothes. He was wearing powder blue pants that were very thin, and a white, blue polka-dotted zipped up shirt. Cas was baffled by the shirt. Why did it have a zipper on it? He took account of the pale blue paint had been spread throughout the entire room, and the color drove Cas insane. Everything about this room was so monotone, and he felt like there was always going to be an air of eeriness haunting this place. He slowly, painfully, got up. Every muscle in his body was sore, and some he couldn't even feel.

His feet slowly walked towards the bed and flopped down on it. A regular person wouldn't have noticed a difference, but this was a big improvement from the floor. Cas pulled his legs up and laid his entire body against the bed. He released a long sigh and closed his eyes once more. He wished the bright lights would go off. There was something comforting about the darkness, he always felt like he would be in a completely different place if he just imagined himself there. He didn't like knowing that he was in a strange room with creepy corners and a locked door.

The door.

Cas picked up his head and looked at it. It was gray and nothing more. There was a curved handle that had its gray paint scratched off and looked worn. People probably tried to get out. People probably failed miserably. He let his head flop back down onto the hard bed.

Where was he? Was he going to get out? What had happened to him?

His mind raced back to his older memories, trying to recover anything that could give him answers. It had been dark, and there had been people chasing him… no? But why would people chase him? What had he done? So these people had chased him, then what had happened? The memories were blurry, and his head throbbed if he tried to remember too hard. Cas felt the fear he had felt then. His heart picked up its pace, and his breathing became quicker as he felt how it was to be chased. He felt like he was there, in the moment, trying to run away from these mysterious, dangerous people.

Castiel's head pulsed with sharp pain trying to figure out who these people were, trying to calm his mind down, and trying to control his emotions. He took in a deep breath and unclenched his muscles, trying to relax and remain sane. It looked like he couldn't do anything about the situation as of right now, so he closed his eyes and completely laid down against the bed, letting himself be drifted to a different reality.

…

"Dean!" called out a familiar voice from behind. Dean stopped and swung back around to see who had called him. He scanned the area and saw Tina waving at him for his attention with a broad smile on her face. Dean gave a small smile back and waved. She walked the remaining distance between them with her long, black heels, bubbly as always. She was dark skinned and had long, curly, black hair that bounced with every move she made. She kept looking at her clipboard and reviewing it every two seconds. Her big, somewhat dead, black eyes looked bottomless, and the only thing that showed her emotion was her creepy, broad smile. "I am sooo glad I've found you!" she said. "We actually need a nurse to help out in room 52 on the C building!"

Dean had known where that room had been. He'd been working here long enough to know almost everything about this place. Not really knowing anyone here gave him the liberty and freedom to explore. "Alright, will the doctor be needing anything?" he asked.

"Ummm," she said while looking at her clipboard and through her papers. "Ah! Yes! Doctor Daryll will be needing a scalpel for dissection, some tags… you know. The usual items for a new test subject!"

Dean nodded and said, "I'll be there."

"Thanks a bunch Dean!" Tina turned around and giddily walked away. It sent shivers down Dean's spine thinking about how extremely creepy and demonically happy she was. He'd always run into her any time during the day, and any time was as uncomfortable for him as the next. Dean wasn't curious and could care less about any other kind of emotion she might have. All he wanted was to speed up the time she was with him.

Dean exhaled and turned towards the elevator that was against a wall. The doors slid open noiselessly and he stepped inside. The materials he was going to get were on the same floor as the room he was going to, and Dean relished in the thought of doing less work. It was one of the few good things that ever happened in this place.

…

Castiel woke up to the sound of a creaky, iron door being open. He opened his eyes and looked up towards the door. A big, buff man was opening the door and entering the room, followed by another man that was holding a police cane. They were both bald and looked mature. They could almost pass as twins from afar.

They were dressed in white outfits and looked intimidating, their small eyes examining Cas. "Wha.." Cas noticed the door was wide open, and the guards weren't even trying to protect it. He tried getting up and run towards the door, but one guard caught him by the arm and hung on to him tightly. The other guard stopped him by putting the cane across his chest. "Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be," he said lowly. Cas unclenched his muscles and got the message, looking at the guard in distaste.

"Get up," the guard holding him said, pulling Cas up. "Where am I-"

"Don't ask questions," he said quickly, sighing heavily as if already irritated by him.

They both hung on to him and never lost their grip for a second. They hauled him out of the room, and the air felt somewhat cleaner, but it never lost its hospital smell. There were two ways you could go, one going down the left and one down the right. Down each way were two other paths that led straight down at each of their ends. There were more doors at every wall, all spaced out evenly. Cas was right in the middle. The guards pulled him down the left side, and Cas thought it'd be best not to struggle with these two thugs. Where was he going? Where was he in the first place? Cas' heart was beating quickly and sweat was forming on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and he had no clue what was going on. The thugs hauled him through an automatic door and into a very populous hallway. There were people in long, white coats carrying clipboards speeding past other people and looking very busy. Some were in different uniforms and carrying out multiple tasks at one time. There was a low ding throughout the hallway that was followed by the sound of a woman's voice. "Subject 2Y5 is to be taken to room 52 on the C building, subject 2Y5 is to be taken to room 52 on the C building." Subject 2Y5? "That's you, buddy," one of the thugs said. Cas looked at him, confused. "The back of your right wrist has some characters, your characters are 2Y5, it's your ID." His arms were pinned down, so Cas couldn't really check them, but he didn't doubt those characters weren't there. He didn't even want to think about where or how he got guards knew where they were going. They hauled him throughout the entire establishment. They took lefts and rights, and Cas tried his best to memorize what turns they had taken. He started feeling hopeless once they took elevator after elevator. His legs were tired, but Cas guessed he finally reached their destination when he was led into a room. There was a hospital bed, and Cas finally came to the conclusion that that was where he was. He had been skeptic once he had been exposed to all the people wearing white robes and nurses carrying all sorts of materials, but now he finally understood.

But why? Why, out of all places, did it have to be a hospital? Cas was practically thrown on the bed and held down by the guard's thick, meaty arms. One of them put Cas' arms at the sides of the bed and tied them down with leather straps. "What are you-" Cas was cut short by the concrete police cane that was pierced into his stomach. "No questions," the guard reminded him. Once they were done, they tied down his feet. A strap ran across his forehead, and the cold leather felt uncomfortable on his skin. The guards walked out and left Cas in the freezing room.

A couple more minutes had passed before a man wearing a labcoat walked in, adjusting his plastic gloves while examining Cas. Behind the doctor trailed someone extremely familiar. Cas couldn't remember where he looked familiar from, but he knew he had seen him somewhere. That wasn't the only thing Cas felt. He could see in the man's emerald eyes that there were a lot of obscured emotions. It looked like he was constantly hiding something, and there wasn't any peace in the green pearls. The doctor approached Cas. "We'll start off with some blood samples," he said to the other man, while still skimming through Cas. Blood samples?

The nurse went to the other side of his bed and rummaged through some cabinets that were attached to the wall. Now that Cas looked closer, he saw that the guy had a tag that had his name. Dean...