Chapter Eight
The next time Sam's eyes would drift open, he would find himself alone in a white padded room, only this time all feeling in his extremities had been lost, his whole body felt numb. He tried to speak but nothing came out but a slurred mumble. His chest was tight and his skin was burning under the hot canvas material that covered the top half of him. His eyes stung and became blurred as he tried desperately to focus but his efforts were unsuccessful. His head a cloudy mess, Sam though about Dean, it occurred to him that if he was in prison, given all the crimes he had committed, the murders, his brother could be facing the death penalty. And there was nothing he could do to help Dean, much less himself. Warm tears began to fall down his numb cheeks; all he could do was sit there in a motionless heap, scared, alone, useless.
Just then, he heard the door to the padded room open. Unable to lift his head, he listened to find out who had entered the room. As the familiar face bent down beside him, tears of relief welled in his eyes. It was Dean, and Maggie stood behind him, he could barely hear what they were saying as everything sounded like he was under water.
"It's okay buddy, we're getting out of this hell." Dean spoke, looking his frail brother in the eyes.
"How are we gonna do that Dean, he probably doesn't even know we're here." Maggie said; her voice filled with sadness and worry.
But Sam did know they were there, he was screaming so loud inside, screaming for them to hear, but nothing would come out.
"He knows." Dean answered, he could see the determination in Sam's eyes, he could see the spark of desperation, however small it was.
And with that, Dean lifted Sam over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and stood up, his legs shaking under his brother's six foot five heavy frame.
Maggie opened the door and held it open as her brothers walked out silently.
Just as they came to the stair well leading to the roof, thinking they were home dry, they heard a low hum of voices coming towards them from a distance.
"Go…go go go!" Dean urged, practically pushing Maggie up the stairs. The siblings raced up the narrow steps, breathlessly, a mass of doctors and nurses hot on their trail.
Bursting through the steel door of the roof, they darted to the concrete ledge.
"You sure about this?" Dean asked, looking down at the traffic below them.
"What have we got to loose, we're dead if we stay here anyway." Maggie replied.
"Okay." They both took in a deep breath and lifted a foot over the edge, closing his eyes, Dean felt himself drop. But rough hands pulled Maggie back. "No!" She screamed as she watched Sam and Dean disappear down the side of the building. "Get off me you son of a bitch!" She yelled, her arms and legs flailing as she saw Dr Jenkins stalking up to her, a syringe in his hand. He grabbed her arm and held it out, ready to pump a sedative into her veins. "No don't, please." Maggie begged, tears of fear welling in her eyes.
Just as the needle touched her skin, a loud bang echoed in the air. Maggie felt a sharp pain hit her chest, she looked down at her shirt, blood trickled from her torso. Lifting her head slowly, her skin growing cold, she saw Dean standing at he edge of the roof, holding a gun up, the barrel still smoking. Maggie smiled with relief before letting herself fall into darkness.
Dean looked at the furious doctor and smiled with satisfaction, and then lifting the gun to his own head, he pulled the trigger and slumped to the floor in a heap.
With a sharp intake of breath, Maggie's eyes sprang open. She searched around the room for her brothers and sure enough there was Sam standing at the end of the bed. "Thank god." Maggie sighed, scrambling off the bed and throwing her arms around Sam who returned the hug.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah…where's Dean?"
"He hasn't woken up yet." Sam answered; tilting his head over to were Dean still lay.
The two siblings moved over to their brother's bedside, looks of worry on their faces.
"Dean." Maggie said, trying to rouse him, but with no success. "Dean!" She repeated her voice raised.
Finally, with a splutter, Dean sat up with a start. Sam sighed with relief helping his brother off the bed.
The three 20 somethings made their way out of the building and up to the Impala. "Well I'm ready to get the hell out of here." Sam announced as he slumped into the passenger seat. Dean was about to get into the car when he felt Maggie's hand tap him on the shoulder.
"Thanks for saving me ass." She said with a smile.
"Well I couldn't leave you there, you are my sister after all."
Maggie was stunned, she never thought she would hear that form Dean. She threw her arms around him, tears welling with joy. With a small smile Dean put his arms around his sister, returning the hug. Sam looked at his siblings with a smile, before resting his head back on the seat, closing his eyes. Desperate for a sleep, a peaceful dreamless sleep.