Chapter Two

Back in her room with it's plain white walls, a small dressing table sat beside her bed, Maggie spotted a small silver photo frame that held a picture of her, Dean and Sam, she was on Sam's back and Dean was beside them, doing bunny ears behind Sam's head. Maggie smiled weakly, now she defiantly knew that what was happening was'nt real, as much as she wished they did, she and her brothers didn't't have that kind of relationship. After placing the photo back on the dresser she sat down on her bed, curling up her legs to her chest, waiting for the door to open and be taken to the hall for visiting hours. Sure enough the suited doctor with his black shiny shoes and red tie stepped out of the corridor and into her room carrying a book in his left hand.

"How are you feeling this afternoon Maggie?"

"Peachy…" She answered dryly, "…are you going to walk me down or do I have to be carried down in a wheelchair?"

"Who would be visiting you Maggie?"

Maggie looked back at the doctor with a frown, reading his ID badge that was clipped onto the front jacket pocket.

"Look…Mr. Jenkins…I don't know what is going on here but I do know for a fact that patients have a right to see their families within visiting hours."

"Yes that's true but I've told you before, Sam is here and he is'nt well enough to see anyone."

"No not Sam, I want to see Dean." Maggie continued, trying to stay calm. The doctor looked at Maggie and sighed. "Maggie…you know its not possible for him to come and see you."

"Oh do I…" Maggie snapped her voice slightly raised, the doctors cryptic answers starting to irritate her, "…well obviously I've lost my memory as well as my mind so if you could remind me that would be great."

"He's in prison Maggie, his has been for the past 2 months, on death row for two accounts of 2nd degree murder."

Maggie looked on in shock, stunned by the answer to her question. "When you're ready we've got a session in my office this afternoon."

"How long has he got?"

"Two days."

The middle-aged man said grimly as he rose to his feet and walked towards the door.

"Wait." Maggie jumped up from her bed, chasing after the man. "Can I go and see him, I'm not a risk to myself or anyone else, I can go out for day visits right."

The suited gentleman paused, considering the request.

"Please, I want to say goodbye." Maggie lied.

"I'll see what I can do." The doctor agreed with a sigh before turning to exit the room. Maggie returned to the bed, still in shock, a sick feeling grew from the pit of her stomach as she thought to herself that if she didn't't do something Dean would be dead within 48 hours.

The dull sound of the clock bounced of the walls of Maggie's room. Lying down on the bed, her legs outstretched Maggie watched the sunlight dance through the trees outside the small window. She turned onto her side, staring at the photo that still sat on the oak dresser. "Where are you guys?" She breathed to no reply, Dean and Sam's smiling faces looking back at her. She felt a warm tear trickle down her cheek, the overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness was becoming too much to fight. But with a sniff and punch of her pillow, Maggie heaved herself up and walked up to the bedroom door. She pushed against the painted wood and to her surprise it opened crack. "Okay, that was easy." Maggie observed with a skeptical frown before pushing the door open all the way. She put one bare foot out on the cold hard tiles, looking from left to right down the luminous hallways.

Silently she moved down the corridor, keeping to the walls out of sight. As she came to the end of a hallway she noticed a room to her left, a small glass window in the middle of the door. She peered through the glass, a feeling of relief and horror as she recognized its occupant. Looking over her shoulder, she turned the silver handle and let herself in, pulling the door to behind her.

"Sam." Maggie said softly to her brother. He was sat on a chair in the middle of the small empty room; his face was blank and pale. Dressed in white scrubs and a light blue dressing gown he stared at the floor as Maggie slowly moved closer.

"Sam…it's me Maggie." The concerned sibling spoke to her brother softly, bending down in front of him, placing her hands on his knees.

"Sam?" Maggie repeated, desperately trying to get though to him. Finally he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Maggie?"

"Yeah Sam its me…its okay I'm gonna help you," Maggie smiled with relief putting her hands gently on his arms. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

"No" Sam spoke in a raspy low tone.

Maggie frowned at his reply and shook her head slightly. The silence was deafening, the suddenly Sam lunged forward and grabbed at Maggie's throat, slamming her to the floor.