Chapter 5

Gordon tapped his finger against the window unit as he stared out the window into the hazy day ahead. He was listening. Quietly, He was taking it all in trying to find the angles, trying to find the sanity...the motivation. It was slowly dawning on him that the guy was nuts, but he could work with that. Gordon smiled with a soft chuckle as he turned to face Hendrickson. Sane or insane, at least their goals were the same - what was three extra people to kill - if it destroyed the devils chance at custom built soldiers.

"So I can count on your help?" Hendrickson whispered looking dangerously to Gordon who now was nodding as he turned fully to face the FBI agent.

"So long as you get me out of here, I'm your man." Gordon replied evenly. "I get Sam and the girl...you take care of the rest. As soon as you get confirmation the job is done - I disappear. Won't ever bother you again." Gordon continued.

"That's the kind of arrangements I like." Hendrickson smiled wickedly. Gordon returned the smile full heartedly. "I'll make the calls...you'll be out in an hour - under if I can work it. Sam and the girl were moved to a nearby specialty Hospital to some intensive care unit. They aren't releasing the information - even to us yet. I doubt there are too many around though. Sam shouldn't be a problem. I doubt he wakes back up. The girl - I don't know..."

"She won't be a problem." Gordon reassured him. "I've read her file." Gordon chuckled. " I'm surprised she hasn't killed herself." Gordon paused. "What about you?"

"I've got my end covered." Hendrickson nodded. "You just worry about yours." Gordon nodded as well.

"Then work your magic Mister and get me the hell out of here."

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Perfect....

Lovely....

Oh Yeah....

You know, he knew it was wrong. To feel this damn good staring at the ceiling. Dean laughed again with a lazy sort of smile as he watched the little paint dots dripping from the ceiling dance around a little bit and he rolled a slight bit to avoid the dripping. Now what was it they had called that stuff in his IV? Oh hell like it mattered. Dean laughed again. He had pulled off crazy flawlessly and gotten rewarded with that damn shot...waiting for a transfer...Dean sighed contentedly. Oh yeah...oh this was his favorite part...the paint drips spun around faster and faster colliding together in rapid succession and then exploded in a brilliant burst getting a full hearted gut wrenching laugh that shook his whole body. Who knew the ceiling could be so much fun?

"Dean." He barely heard Bobby's voice and as he turned his head Dean jumped a little. It sure didn't look like Bobby. "Look they gave you an Antipsychotic...it's going to really mess with your system. Can you function like this?" God - Bobby's head looked like a giant red balloon that someone had drawn a smiley face on with a black sharpy. "Dean?"

"That's me." Dean breathed watching the balloon float up and down a bit against his disembodied neck...at least the string was attached...wouldn't want Bobby to lose his head.

"Jesus. Dean...look you're not crazy...you're on drugs. Now I need to know if you can function or not." Bobby's voice sort of growled and Dean scrunched his eyebrows together as the smiley mouth on the balloon turned to a sharp cornered jagged line and the eye brows angled downward toward the place where a nose should have been. The lack of nose was really bothering Dean as was the changing face of the balloon.

"I'm good." Dean nodded.

"I'm having trouble believing that." Bobby replied quickly. "If you had full mobility could you fire a gun?"

Dean thought about that a minute and it somehow went from firing a gun to firing a paint gun to the paint on the ceiling again. Dean laughed looking up at the ceiling again. "Shit." Bobby murmured. "Ok plan B...Dean, Sam needs help. We have to find him...right?"

Dean turned away from the paint with a frown. "He said they were moving him to another hospital - not far from here...helicopter. Must be in bad condition. Him and Leah both." Dean said as if on instinct. Sam seemed to override the rapid fire changing shifts in his attention momentarily.

"Ok you want to find him right?"

Dean smirked with a eyebrow arch. "Sh'yeah." He scoffed. 'Did he eve have to ask?'

"Hey Dean." Sam's voice sounded from the other side of the room and Dean jerked his head around watching as Sam's blue balloon head floated a bit higher up from his body as if the string was barely hanging into his neck.

"Sam?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "I thought you were waking up...what are you doing back here?"

"Uh about that." Sam started.

"Dean - you're hallucinating." Bobby pointed out.

"No I'm not - shut up." Dean said indignantly. "Uh about what, Sammy - don't start like that - You're alive right?!"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Then what is there to talk about - go get the hell back in your body." Dean watched the balloon's sharpy face sort of crumple and felt his frustration building.

"I'm in a coma. Hendrickson's little attempt has me on life support at the moment. I've been trying to talk to you for the last hour but I don't think you could hear me til that stuff they gave you hit full force. Look I think he's going to try again and I don't think Leah is going to be able to help. I think he's going to try and kill her too. I mean I hate to ask, but I need you guys to help." Sam's balloon head bobbed up and down making Dean dizzy as he tried to take all that in.

"I need to know where you are - specifically."

"Did I mention I'm in a coma, Dude? I didn't exactly get the directions."

"Dean, Look I'm going to get you out of here but you're going to have to quit talking to your imaginary brother." Bobby was saying on the other side of the room. "And we have to get this stuff out of your system."

"No...you won't be able to see me." Sam shook his head.

Dean looked from Bobby's red balloon to Sam's blue one and then back to the paint dancing on the ceiling again and gave an insane chuckle.

"Dean!" All three seemed to call his name at once.

"Alright look shut up!" Dean finally breathed.

"Sam isn't imaginary, Bobby." Dean finally got out. "I think I can tell the difference between my hallucinations and reality. Last time I checked people didn't have balloons for heads. But I need this medicine to see him evidently. He's in a coma - out of body crap going on and Hendrickson put him in it. They just moved him and Leah and we have to find them before Hendrickson tries again." Dean said trying to sound serious as he forced himself to ignore the paint exploding overhead again.

Dammit it was his favorite part!!

"Alright...lets say I believe you." Bobby breathed.

"Lets say you don't and you get me the hell out of here anyway." Dean nodded finally in frustration. He had missed the paint exploding! It was like missing the fireworks at Disney World on your last freaking night there! "We can work the rest of it out later - just find out what they have me on."

Bobby slowly nodded and started undoing the straps that held Dean to the bed.

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Leah wiped the tears from her eyes as she lay her head against his hand again and then felt like weeping again. She never wanted them to see her weak before. It seemed like it was important to them that the assistance they were getting come from some one who could handle the stress, but this was the last straw. She didn't know where Dean was...knew the FBI had near killed Sam and even being moved to this new hospital she didn't feel safe or like she knew what to do.

She had been with Sam through the entire flight, their relationship on display having solidified all chances of her being moved with him. And now they let her stay with him in Intensive care. They came and checked on her...never once asked her to go to her own bed. They gave her the space...the compassion and could see the sincerity of her true emotions misread as they may have been as far as context went. Still she did love him and was scared to death for him and for her and his brother.

Leah cried softly into the mattress holding tight to Sam's hand with her own as she continued to cry. She just needed to get it all out so she could figure out where to go from here. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She whispered to Sam. "I promised I'd help...and I'm going to."