Instinct had quickly taken over Sam, old habits resurfacing without him having to even think about them. He had desperately cut through the mattress with a plastic knife, amazed when he actually got through he pulled out one of the thin coils, twisting it so he could use it to pick the lock.
He didn't know how much time passed as he sat there, ear to the cold, metal door until he heard the magnificent click of it unlocking. He scampered onto bare feet, a shaky hand reaching out toward the knob the shined dully in the night light. He knew they'd be coming soon, so he had to get out quickly.
He swallowed hard and opened the door, expecting men in white suites to grab him and prick him with needles, bound him with rough fabrics and send him yet again into the world of darkness.
The hall was silent. The only sound he registered was the constant tick of the clock at the end of the hall. Not a soul moved through the desolate landscape. No alarms screamed in rage. All was still.
Sam breathed unsteadily, panic and adrenaline making his heart beat quickly and his blood rush loudly in his head. He took a cautious, silent step into the hall, bare feet not making a sound. He clung to the metal coil for dear life, praying that if there was a God he could just help him this one time.
When nothing happened, Sam gathered his courage and began a quick walk down the dark hall, only the pale moonlight that filtered in through each window guiding his shaky steps.
He came to another steel door that didn't bare a room number, he stood for a moment observing it and wondering if it was locked as well. He kneeled down and once again let that instinct take over, unsure of where it came from or how it knew what to do, but he just went with it. If it could help him save his brother, aid him in getting Dean out of Hell then so be it.
The door once again clicked open, Sam rose and opened it swiftly, stepping in he found himself in a large lobby. The front wall was all glass, showing the serene countryside that sat before the hospital for tranquility and relaxation to those who needed it. Blue moonlight spilled onto shining white tiles, shadows danced around the room as a breeze blew outside and leaves skipped about there branches.
Sam took a shaky breath as he stepped forward on the balls of his feet, that instinct once again guiding him toward the door and picking the lock with perfection. He heard that wonderful click once again, standing he turned around and took one final look at the place that had been his home for God only knew how long.
He wasn't going to miss it.
He pulled open the glass door and stepped out onto the concrete sidewalk, rough, cool rock biting at his bare skin. He breathed in deep, the long forgotten scent of a sweet summers evening filling his senses. Crickets chirped loudly as the tree frogs sang and a breeze rustled the maple leaves above.
Then Sam ran. He forgot what it was like to run, to feel the wind on his face, the ground beneath him; he had forgotten the pure exhilaration of life. He pumped his legs faster, bare feet eating up the concrete sidewalk until he hit asphalt parking lot, then blowing past that until he was running down an empty highway.
His lungs burned, his feet were raw and bleeding, pain tore at his whole body but Sam still ran. The images of Dean were pushing him further and faster, his body only obeying the instinct that guided him.
No real thoughts ran through his mind now, only an animal like instinct that lead his actions and made sure he got as far from that place as possible.
Two balls of light appeared before Sam, and at first he thought he was having another vision, but then the sound of a rumbling engine met his ears and he dully thought a car was coming. He dodged suddenly to the ditch beside him and crouched down as the car roared by, the loud sound making him hold his ears and cringe in pain.
He sat there for a moment, cool water running over his bloodied feet, sweat dripping down from his nose as he caught his breath. Mosquitoes began to buzz annoyingly around him, a small itch indicating they had found a meal made Sam grunt with annoyance. He jumped from the ditch, picking up a jog once again as he traveled down the road, not sure where he was going or what his plan was.
He ran as the night swirled on around him, the darkness seeming to push him further until he saw the slightest pinks and purples from the eastern sky. A silhouette of a large sign was off in the distance before him, curiosity perking he picked up a faster pace until he reached it. He stopped, his breathing hard as he squinted his eyes against sting sweat and read the sign.
"Welcome to Montville! Moonlight Motel two mile ahead!"
Sam cocked his head at the familiarity that tinged his mind, Dean and he had always looked for place like these, he could even remember that from his childhood.
He vaguely thought he would need things that a town could provide, but his mind was too much in overdrive to actually think of what. He picked up a jog again, the sun now rising before him as a large burning orb that already began to heat the landscape.
He found the houses becoming more common, the wilderness dwindling until he found himself coming to a main street lined with small stores and sidewalks. He stopped beside the first building and ducked down the ally that lined it, frightened suddenly of his surroundings. He hadn't spoken to anyone but Ruby for a long time now, and he knew people didn't take men in hospital attire and bare feet lightly.
His eyes flicked nervously in the glowing light as his mind raced as to what to do. Thoughts were beginning to break through the instinct and constant line of saving his brother, he realized in order to do that he now had to figure something out.
He tried to organize his thoughts. His feet hurt, they had things that could fix that though, he'd have to get some. His clothes weren't normal, he would have to get some of them as well. He was sweaty, hungry and tired. He would have to find somewhere to shower, eat and sleep.
Sam remembered you needed money, or at least fake money to get all those. Bt he didn't have any or know how to get any. He slid down the wall as distress pulling him into the shadows as he wished now he were back in his corner, at least safe and sound.
Exhaustion made his eyes grow heavy and his thoughts fade away as fatigue forced him into sleep. He knew he shouldn't sleep here, in this dark, grimy alley where people could find him. But he didn't know what else to do; all he knew was he had to find Dean, no matter what it took.