Chapter Five
An olive green eye slowly opened, it's black central circle shrunk in size as it focused. An un-natural light bounced off the shining green iris as it drifted left to right, up and down, taking in its surroundings. With a blink, Dean sat up, lifting his head from the hard pillow. He rubbed at his neck, which suddenly felt stiff and sore. As the hazy feeling in his head lifted, Dean looked down at his chest; a bright orange jumpsuit covered him head to toe. He lifted his gaze as he got up from the bed, looking around at the cold concrete walls and floor. A stainless steel toilet and basin sat on the far corner of the small room.
Suddenly realizing that he was no longer in a warehouse with Sam and Maggie, he was now standing in a prison cell alone and with no memory of getting there.
Panic set in as he looked through the tiny bared hole in the steel door, he was not in a cellblock, instead his cell sat alone at the end of a long corridor.
"Hello…guard…" He called but to no reply, "…anybody!"
Dean eventually gave up his efforts and retreated to the wall, slumping down to the floor he rested his elbows on his knees, letting his head fall. Confusion filled his mind; what had happened when they walked into that warehouse, what had happened to Sam and Maggie.
With all concept of time lost, it felt like days rather than hours when at last the heavy door of the prison cell opened. Dean looked up from his feet, still sat in the same spot, back to the wall. Through the dimly lit hallway, stepped a tall guard, wearing a kaki beige shirt and trousers, a black club hung from his belt.
The dark haired man held a plastic tray in his hands; he stepped up to Dean and set it down in front of him. Dean looked down at the brown slop one eyebrow raised, "No cupcake?" The guard smirked, pulling an apple from his pocket and tossed it at Dean before turning towards the door. "Visiting hours start at 1:00pm, you'll be taken down in five minutes." The tall guard informed as he pulled the steel door shut with a bang.
Dean looked at the apple that was thrown at him. This was his chance to talk to someone and find out what the hell was going on.
As he walked into the large bright room Dean looked out through the mass of orange jumpsuits, covered by red bibs, the sobbing girlfriends and the sad relatives. Just then Dean spotted a familiar face, sat in his trademark baseball cap and plaid shirt, the friendly unshaven face looked up at him as he approached the small table that Bobby was sitting at. Dean's escort unlocked the chains on his hands and attached it to the frame of the table, fastening the lock. The two friends exchanged awkward looks as the guard left them alone.
"Hey Bobby, I don't know what the hell is going on"
The friend of many years looked back puzzled.
"I think I got attacked by something." Dean continued.
"What are you talking about?"
"Me, Maggie and Sam were in this warehouse hunting a spirit that had been causing problems for the teams of builders working on the building in Washington.
"Wait…" Bobby interrupted, "…You, Maggie and Sam?"
"Yeah we were checking out the main part of the building and suddenly I wake up here."
"Dean you're not making any sense."
"Look I know it sounds crazy but…"
"You're damn right it sounds crazy…its impossible, you've been in here for the past tow months and Sam and Maggie…"
"Sammy, what…where is he?"
"The same place he's been for three months."
Dean looked at Bobby with a frown.
"St Martha's mental health institute." Bobby continued matter of factly.
"What?" Dean's face fell, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.
"He shot two people in Wisconsin and went into a complete mental breakdown, the police were satisfied that it was self defence and put him in the hospital."
"No." Dean shook his head in disbelief.
"Dean you know this."
"NO!" he protested attempting to stand, alerting two guards by the far door.
"Dean calm down." Bobby begged.
"No, Sam wouldn't do that!" Dean yelled, being pulled down to his seat by the chains on his wrists. "I want to see him." He demanded as the two guards unlocked the chains and pulled him away from Bobby.
"No get off me!" He tried to fight off the two men, his legs flailing as he was dragged back to his cell.
"I want to see my brother, I want to see SAM!"
Back in his lonely dark cell, Dean sat on the bed, his eyes red raw from the tears he tried so hard to hold back. But the thought of Sam being stuck in some 'nut house' was too much. He thought back over what Bobby had said, in fact his behaviour over all seemed wrong. The man that Dean knew would not have dismissed his suspicions so readily.
As he stared at the dark walls he tried to think back and recall what had happened at the warehouse.
"This warehouse has been scheduled for renovation for the past six months but when demolition day comes around, things start to go wrong, workmen go missing, accidents happen." Sam informed the trio as they drove down the quiet road.
"What are we thinking, vengeful spirit?" Dean asked, shifting his gaze from the road to his brother.
"Looks like, the workmen said that at exactly 5:30pm the air goes cold and their torches start flickering on and off.
"Classic signs of a spirit." Maggie interjected from the back seat of the Impala.
"Thanks for the input Jennifer Love Hewitt." Dean mumbled. Maggie rolled her eyes at his snarky comment.
The siblings got out of the car, shot guns and torches in hand. Pushing open the rusted doors, the three tentatively entered the large building.
"Okay I'll take this floor, you and Maggie take the next." Dean instructed; Sam nodded in agreement before he and Maggie started up the dust-covered stairs.
Turning his torch to the dark corridor ahead of him, Dean continued down the hallway.
Suddenly he felt a cold breeze whir around him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He spun round to see nothing but darkness and with a frown he turned back. Only to be faced with a pale grey figure, its face covered in ornate black patterns. Dean's eyes widened as he tried to back away from the Djinn, knowing full well that his shotgun would be useless. As the creature held a hand to his forehead, Dean felt darkness close in around him.
A loud screech of steel snapped Dean out of his daydream. Looking up to the doorway he was overwhelmed by feelings of relief and surprise. There stood in the doorway, her auburn curls hanging softly by her cheeks, was Lola, her face filled with sadness.
"Lola…thank god, what are you doing here?" Dean asked with a weak smile.
"How are you Dean?" She asked, sadly.
"I'm stuck in a prison cell how do think I am?" Dean answered gruffly there was something about her that wasn't right.
"Dean don't…don't get mad at me not now, I didn't come to fight with you." Lola begged, tears welling in her eyes. "I spoke to the chief, he said they're going to do it at six O'clock."
"Do what?" Dean asked with a frown.
Lola looked back with the same look that Bobby gave him, as if he should know what was going to happen.
"Lola…do what?"
"The injection Dean, they're going to give you the injection at six O'clock."
"I'm on death row." Dean breathed, stunned.
"Its why I'm here Dean, to say goodbye."
"Thanks." He replied dryly.
"Look its not my fault you're in this mess." Lola stated with a frown.
"Yeah well I'd sure as hell like to know who is responsible." Dean scoffed.
Lola lifted her eyes to the ceiling as she moved to stand in front of Dean. "I would have thought that was pretty obvious."
"What?" Dean questioned and puzzled look on his face.
"Maggie…if it wasn't for her selfishness you…"
Wait a minute…Lola." He interrupted.
"No Dean, don't try and justify what she did." Lola snapped back. "It was stupid and reckless and you got yourself caught because of it!"
Dean was speechless, first Bobby now Lola. What ever was going on it was obvious to him that something or someone was trying to keep him away from Sam and Maggie.
Lola wiped the tears from her cheeks and let out a sigh, turning to the door before looking back over her shoulder. "I gonna go and see Sam, goodbye Dean." She said sadly, fresh tears collecting in her eyes.
Dean watched as she left the cell before falling back onto the pillow, he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep, what else could he do, there was no way of getting out, no one he could talk to. Within four hours he would be given a lethal injection and that would be it, in four hours, he would be dead.
Dean slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the paint chipped ceiling he let out a heavy sigh. He would have given anything for it all to have been a dream, a relentless painful dream. And then it hit him, what if it was dream. In the warehouse he had been attacked by a Djinn, and then woke up in the prison. But it didn't make sense, Djinn were suppose to make you're dreams come true, not torture you in an endless nightmare. Dean sat up, rubbing away the fatigue in his eyes, and tried to think back, trying to think of anything there was anything different about the Djinn.
Just at that moment, he heard the heavy lock on the cell door open, he kept his eyes strait ahead though, he didn't know if he could handle anymore visitors, if the last two were anything to go by.
"Dean."
He heard a soft voice speak from beside him as the heavy door slammed shut. Dean slowly lifted his head and there standing before him, dressed in a black suit with a white collar was Maggie, her face was pale and drawn.
"Maggie?" Dean stood up, moving towards her sceptically. Was it really his sister?
"Dean, what's the last thing you remember?" She asked.
"I was in a warehouse on a job with you and Sam." Dean answered, with a slight frown.
Maggie smiled, throwing her arms around her brother. "It is you… thank god."
Dean slowly moved his arms around to Maggie's back, he barley touched her for a few seconds then satisfied that it really was her, he held onto her tightly.
"I know what did this to us." Maggie said, pulling out of the embrace.
"A Djinn?" Dean answered.
"Yeah, well some form of Djinn. The one that you encountered before, it had blue eyes right?"
"Yeah."
"Well this one, its eyes are a dark purple."
"So like a distant cousin of the Djinn." Dean suggested one eyebrow raised.
"Something like that, its like its doing the opposite of the Djinn, instead of granting wishes, its subjecting us to our worst nightmare." Maggie continued. "It's keeping us asleep by giving us a pill, well our bodies anyway."
"How do you know that?"
"I managed to get out, I was trying to get out of the hospital and fell down a flight of stairs. Then I woke up in the warehouse, you and Sam were unconscious and we all had this black liquid running into our arms through an IV." Maggie explained as Dean listened carefully. "I just got to see the Djinn give you and Sam and pill when he saw that I was awake, he forced the pill down my throat and I fell back into the nightmare."
"So what do we do?" Dean enquired.
"Well first I'm going to get you out of here, then we get Sam."
"And how are you going to get me out of here, I'm on death row here."
"I know that, I'm going to get into the room were they give you the injection and I'm going to swap the syringe for one that I brought, you remember that drug we gave Lola to get the reaper of her back?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah, it slows down your heart rate so you appear dead." Dean replied.
"Right, so they'll give you that drug instead of the lethal one. Then thinking that your dead they'll take you to the morgue, which is were I will pick you up."
"Wow, you really thought this through." Dean said his eyebrows raised.
Maggie smiled weakly, "I just hope it works."
"It will." Dean reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Okay…lets do this."