Chapter 7: Stuck

Two hours had passed since the trickster had called Sam and he was worried. Worried that he was losing his grip of influence on Sam. Deciding to check up on him, the trickster walked towards the door of Sam's motel room.

After changing his appearance, he walked inside the room and found Sam asleep in one of the Queen sized beds. He walked over and shook him. "Sam, wake up!" He yelled. After he saw that the human was awake, he asked, "Why did you hang up on me, Sam? We've got a job to do and you tell me you're tired? I can't believe you! Now get up and get ready to go get that demon."

"No dad, I've got to find Castiel."

"You mean that angel son of a bitch that had no right to come to you for help?"

"Castiel didn't… he heard Sam start, but nothing came after that. The trickster was about to ask him to finish the sentence when Sam started walking towards the door.

Instead the trickster said, "Sam! You stop this instant."

"You're not my dad!"

That was it, and he knew it. He held no more influence over Sam in the form of his father, but never the less, he still tried, "What are you talking about? Of course I'm your dad! Sam, stop and turn…" SLAM!

The trickster dropped on the bed and thought to himself. Oh man. Alastair is going to kill me! Not only have I lost Dean who could possibly still be alive, I've lost my influence over Sam! Not to mention the fact that keeping both the boys alive for me to toy with was my idea. The trickster would have continued to freak out, but he thought of something. His eyes brighten with hope as he thought of the Winchester's mother. With a smirk on his face, he stood and walked to the door.

When he was outside, he saw Sam getting in the mustang. He walked over to the driver's door and knocked on the window. "Sam, come on. We are both tired. Let's work this out over a cup of coffee." But instead of listening to him, Sam drove off.

"Just wait, Sam. I'll get you."

Sam's POV

Rain was pouring, beating mercilessly on his car. Sam had been driving aimlessly for three hours, with the blind hope that Castiel would appear. He was getting tired so he pulled into an empty parking lot. Despite the rain, he got out and yelled, "Castiel! I know you can hear me! Please, I want to talk to you!…" His sentence turned into sobs.

"Sam," a voice behind him called.

Sam spun around to see Castiel standing fifteen feet away from him.

"Where did you take him? Where did you take Dean?" Sam asked angrily.

"I took him to a hospital. Dean will be fine, Sam."

"Why did you just leave him? How do you know he'll be fine?"

"The stake barely scratched his heart, but it punctured his lung and made it collapse."

"A collapsed lung? Oh man, he's gonna die, and it's all my fault!" Sam exclaimed, with another fresh stream of tears flowing down his face.

Castiel remained quiet, not knowing how to comfort Sam. He knew that Dean would be fine, but Sam was a human and humans had a tendency to worry. "Come on, Sam. We've got work to do." And with that they both disappeared.

Dean's POV

People were whispering around Dean. He struggled to open his eyes so he could see where he was, but he was too tired, so instead he just listened to the voices.

"… so do you even know who he is?"

"No, as I said, a man walked in the ER with him and left. He doesn't have any id on him… I don't know, but something seems off about this whole thing."

"You think? Well I guess all we can do is wait for him to wake up and…"

"CODE BLUE!" Dean had managed to open his to a squint by then. The people that had been there talking ran out of the room and down the hall to the source of the disturbance. After they had gone, he tired again to open his eyes. He succeeded in opening them a little further, but he was still too tired to open them all the way.

Next he tired to get out of bed, but was then greeted with a wave of excruciating pain in his lower chest. He fell back into a laying position gasping. He wasn't tired anymore. His hand automatically rushed to the injury and pressed on it to slow the pain. It subsided slowly. Still breathing heavily, he tried again, but only succeeded in causing himself more pain. He laid down and was going to try again when a man walked in and stopped him.

"You need to lay down or you'll tear the stitches and cause more bleeding. You've already lost a lot of blood, I don't think you want to lose anymore."

"Where am I?" Dean asked.

"You're in Mercy General, and I'm Doctor Rogue. I know my name doesn't sound appealing, but I promise, it's just a name," the doctor said with a smile.

"Yeah," Dean said not knowing what else to say. "Hey has anybody come in to see me?"

"I don't think so," the doctor answered. He chuckled, "How can anyone come to see you if we don't even know who you are? Well I suppose I better ask. What's your name?"

"John Treston."

"Well John Treston, do you have anybody you would like us to contact. Oh and the police have a few questions for you when you're fully rested."

"Questions?" Dean asked, a little worried.

About your injury," the doctor answered a little confused about his patient's reaction. "Well anyway, about those contacts."

Dean was about to say Cody, Sam's code name as Dean liked to call it, but then thought better of it, and instead he replied, "No. No contacts. I'm kind of a loner."

"OK, well you rest up."

After the doctor left his room, Dean quickly devised a plan to escape. He wasn't going to be talking to any cop.