Chapter 6

Dean got to his feet and immediately felt his gravity limits tested as he fell into Bobby - hard. Bobby had to take a few steps back before he could brace himself appropriately and keep them both on their feet. Dean lost his smile as Bobby had to help him back to stand and Dean grabbed the bed rail palling. "It's the drugs." Bobby whispered listening for the guards from earlier. He let out a relieved breath when he realized they were still gone.

Bobby had noted that the two in front of Dean's room had taken note of Hendrickson's declining mental condition and the lack of over all security as well as the fact that Dean was now near incoherent and securely fixed to the bed. He had waited until the one with the smoking habit had let his need for a fix override all the other reason there and then as the two left for all of five minutes he had made his return.

"Ok Dean." Bobby wasn't happy about this and he knew Dean would say something about it later but he had to do something and wheeling Dean out of here like he was going to be a problem. Bobby made sure Dean had a good grip on the bed railing before moving forward to get him out of the hospital gown that they had him in. "I know on any give day you would kick my ass for this..." Bobby cocked his head to the side a bit with a quick exhale. "But today you need to be really open minded, because this ain't gonna be a cake walk." Bobby pulled Dean's gown off and went to a plastic bag he had placed in the chair beside the door. "Plus we really don't have time to argue."

Dean narrowed his eyes as his vision danced in and out in a blur. Sam was still talking at the other side of the room and Dean's attention was sort of divided between the two balloon people that he trusted.

"So I know the flight wasn't that long - we're talking thirty minutes tops." Sam was saying. "So if we get the math right and look over some maps that should narrow our options down."

Dean was listening he was really was but he was also having to concentrate really hard as Bobby was lifting one arm at a time over his head slipping on what felt like another hospital gown. "I thought you didn't want me to look like a patient." Dean whispered not really sure what Bobby was up to.

"You won't." Bobby insisted.

"Dean are you listening?" Sam asked in frustration.

"Sam, Yeah I heard you thirty minutes - maps - math - got it." Dean said looking over his shoulder to blue balloon head then back to Mr. Red. Bobby's missing nose was still bugging the ever loving shit out of him. Why would he had a smiley face with no nose? WHY?! Sam's blue balloon head had a nose! And Bobby was pulling up his other arm slipping it into the gown then wrenching the whole thing down over his boxers down to his ankles. "I'm talking to Bobby too though so I mean come on take turns you guys."

"Look I don't know when he's talking or if he's even real Dean." Bobby scoffed as he pulled some sort of hat out of the bag and started positioning it on Dean's head. Dean froze as he felt long hair tickle his face and suddenly looked down the length of his body to the deep blue dress that Bobby had placed on his person and then reached up to the wig feeling the long strands of brown hair that Bobby was trying to comb through to make it seem more convincing.

"NO! Hell No!" Dean suddenly proclaimed as Sam busted out laughing at his back. "Shut up Sam! Bobby this is not going to work for me."

"Do you want to get out of here or not?!" Bobby's red balloon head did not look happy...at all. The lines were all harsh and jagged again and those little stick eyebrows drawn down, but dammit he needed a nose! And yes he wanted to get out of here! He had to get out of here, but like this?! Dean's mouth fell open - closed - opened again. Closed as he heard Sam trying to stifle a laugh behind him. Dean closed his eyes taking in a deep breath and then exhaled just as sharply. "Dean?" Bobby was at the door quickly checking the hallway before jerking a wheel chair into the room. "That wasn't a trick question."

"Bastard." Dean whispered under his breath. And he swore if Sam didn't quit snickering behind him he was going to rearrange the drawings on his whopping blue head!

"Dean sit down and cover up with this." He tossed a blanket in his lap. "Keep your head tucked down against your chest so no one sees your face. I can't explain the damn beard you're growing right now and we don't have time for a shave." There was a pause and a sigh of frustration. "Jesus Dean it's not like every hunter hasn't had to do this at some point. We use disguises all the time this is just another guise and you can ditch it as soon as we get the hell out of here and get somewhere to lay low for a bit."

"You can't lay low for too long." Sam suddenly spoke up.

"Dammit I know that Sam." Dean got out through clenched teeth as he sank into the wheel chair and spread the blanket out over his lap letting it fall over the ankles that peeked out from under the dress and cover the hair that was poking out. Dean let his head fall forward and Bobby quickly started pulling the hair from the wig further into his face to hide any signs that would quickly give him away as a man. "Did you find out what they gave me? Sam says it's the only way I can see him."

"Dean we cannot keep you doped up like this...you'll be worthless." Bobby immediately protested.

"We need Sam to help us figure out where he is." Dean replied quickly. Though there was another reason he wanted to be able to see him. At least being able to see him meant that he knew he was still alive...it was a way to keep informed on Sam's condition, to know that Hendrickson hadn't gotten to him again. And Dean really wanted that reassurance right now. He needed it. Even if it meant momentarily being worthless, as Bobby put it.

"Dean I refuse to get you more of that shit to shoot up every few hours. You don't need it and you're talking to a hallucination as it is!" Bobby was furious at the prospect but Dean wasn't having it any other way.

"I wasn't asking permission." Dean replied with a growl. "All I need to know is what it's called. Hand me my chart."

Bobby's balloon shaped head wasn't defrosting Dean's demeanor at the moment as he looked ready to pop. "I doubt you can even read the damn thing and we don't have time for you to go searching." Bobby growled back as he grabbed the chart from the back of the door after wheeling Dean into the hallway. Bobby looked it over - found the med list and then closed it back and put it back on the back of the door. He then grabbed Dean's chair handles and started them moving quickly. "We can knock over a pharmacy tonight if after you come out of this you still really want to do it again." Bobby said all at once as they made their way onto an elevator.

"Bobby," Dean protested as he realized that meant he would lose sight of Sam for a few hours.

"Don't, If you are head strong insistent on doing this then you need me. Cause you can't function on that shit. So I want to make sure you're making the decision with full mental clarity and not on some whim induced by you're imaginary brother. That's the only way this is going to work." Bobby replied and Dean got quiet.

"He has a good point." Sam nodded. "I mean if it was me I'd probably make you do the same thing." Sam had crosses his arms across his chest and was leaned against the back of the elevator. "If I even offered to help at all."

"Yeah well you're stubborn as hell." Dean was saying to both Sam and Bobby.

"And you're an ungrateful prick sometimes," Bobby replied evenly as the elevator dinged.

"He's right about that." Sam nodded pushing off the back of the elevator. He then followed behind them. Sam watched as Dean remained quiet stewing in his own dissatisfaction with the situation he found himself in. "You know blue's a nice color on you."

"Sammy, shut the hell up." Dean growled.

"Dean, quit talking til we get free and clear. You don't sound like a girl." Bobby got out between clenched teeth. Dean gave a humph as Sam cracked up again. "Sam go check on Leah if you can move around that much and let us know how you both are." Bobby ordered as he watched Dean tense in the chair.

"Tell I'm going...I'll meet you guys in the truck - maybe I can find the hospital name on something in my cubicle." Sam nodded.

"He's going." Dean whispered out while he watched Sam's long legs disappear from his shaded line of sight.

"Good." Bobby breathed.

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Gordon shifted his weight behind the wheel as he pulled into the Hospital Parking lot and looked over his wheel at the towering building with a growing smile. Hendrickson had come through with flying colors and Gordon had quickly put together where after having free reign to 'question' one of the surgeons not so long ago. He tucked a gun from his glove box into the waist line of his pants as he climbed from the vehicle and started for the hospital entrance. "Easy as pie." he muttered under his breath slipping past security and making his way to the stairwell. ICU was on the second floor. And this was entirely too easy.

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Leah leaned back in her chair with a sigh as she sipped in her coffee. She watched the lazy lull of the monitors as her eyes drooped and then looked to Sam's face and the protruding hard tubing that extended from his open mouth. This wasn't right. Everything about it seemed wrong. She should have been able to do something. She had never blinked and felt so helpless in her entire life. And it was driving her nuts. She rose to her feet as she adjusted her casted arm in the sling and then paced around the cubicle a bit.

"You should be in bed." Sam whispered watching her pace. She didn't give any indication that she had heard him as she continued in her semi circular state moving about. Sam looked over the contents of the hospital room letting his head fall guiltily a moment. She was doing way more then she had to. She could have just cut and run - called it over and done with and found a car...headed out of here. "You should leave." He whispered next to her ear wishing she could hear him. She bristled a bit and Sam looked to her exposed good arm and the goose flesh that began to crop up as her whole body shivered her eyes closing a brief second. "Did you hear me?" Sam asked in wonder.

"I don't know." She whispered and when her eyes opened tears lined them. "God what am I doing? There has to be something else I can do." She clenched her fist in frustration after setting her coffee aside.

Sam realized that she was talking to herself and he settled back with a sigh as he continued his search for the name of the hospital. He was coming up empty though and was confounded by that. Though in his present situation it made it difficult to focus on certain things. He could see a few labels but they were so blurry that he couldn't read them. "What I wouldn't give for the name of this place." he finally whispered to himself.

"Trenton Lake General." Leah said almost on cue.

Sam whirled on her and almost though she was looking right at him, but her gaze shifted slightly as she looked back to his body resting in the bed. "Leah?" Sam narrowed his eyes a moment.

"I am so far from home." Leah shook her head. "But you know it's not the first time." She smiled at his prone figure as she ran a finger over one of the labels on a monitor that he had been unable to read before she went on. She smiled as she sank onto the side of his bed and she pushed his hair from his face. "I know you'd probably tell me it was time to go, but I can't yet. I feel like there is something I still need to do."

Sam felt his breath hitch in his chest. It was as if on some level she knew what he had been saying, but she had internalized it all. Sam walked over and sat down in front of her. "You don't have to do anything else. You've done so much already. You saved my life...and I have people on their way to help. You can go - you can get to safety - away from all this." Sam tried to breach through the veil of consciousness and watched as she shook her head before leaning over and kissing his forehead where she had smoothed the hair out of the way.

"That's not how this works, Sam. I don't leave anyone behind." She said softly going on as if she was reaffirming her before mentioned statement of commitment to herself and his sleeping figure. "I haven't finished what I came here to do, even if I don't know what that is."

"You're as stubborn as any Winchester." Sam said with a shake of his head in exasperation.