Dean drove through the darkness, I continued to stare at the stars as everyone stayed quiet. I didn't mind the quiet, it actually gave me time to think. Where am I going? Where was I? As a matter of fact, where was I before I woke in the woods? Was I at a bar? Was I with friends? Who are my friends? I pried and poked at my brain, trying to remember anything before waking up. Why is everything coming up to be a blank? I couldn't help but feel pathetically lost like some old guy losing his mind. Why can't I remember anything before waking up?
About 30 minutes later, we came into a small town with old fashioned designed buildings, like this town hasen't been updated since it was built. And for some strange reason, Dean didn't slow down, he sped up. After Dean took a sharp turn, receiving a few car honks and shouts from pedestrians on the street, I felt my head slam into the window.
Ow! As if I wasn't damaged enough!
Then, Dean drove up to a hospital emergency parking lot. He put the Impala in park, hopped out of the car and opened my door. I waited for him to swing my arm over his shoulder again, but he didn't. This time, after placing my arm over his shoulder, he scooped my legs up and carried me bridal style up to the door. Glancing behind him, I saw Sam and Bobby jogging behind with a fake panic look in their eyes.
Why are they faking?
"I need a doctor!" Dean said, all of a sudden panicking.
Where did this come from? Why does he sound like his acting? What the hell are they doing?
A nurse came up from behind a door, wheeling a small bed up to me and Dean placed me on the mattress. I laid there and watched as the nurses wheeled me away and others were trying to cover the blood. After they wheeled me into a small hospital with the typical hospital room accomodies. Only, instead of the nurses taking care of my wounds, they gasped and backed away from me like I had an infection. I looked at each nurse, each of them had wide eyes and were either covering their mouth, saying a prayer or clinging to another nurse.
One of them left the room, I waited for the other nurses to follow her, surprisingly, none of them moved. Which made the room more awkward than before. I wanted to say something, but I think they probably would have thrown holy water on me or something. About five very long, awkward and painful minutes later, a doctor arrived and gestured for the nurses to leave the room. I would have laugh at how fast those nurses ran if I wasn't in so much pain.
The doctor looked at me with stern hazel eyes, I could feel his eyes looking at my body like he would be studying his medical textbook. By this point, I wanted to shout 'Hello! I'm bleeding here! Take a fuckin' picture, it last longer! Just get me patched up or something before I die!' In all honesty, if my throat wasn't so dry, I might have said those things.
"Uh sir, if you don't mid me asking, are you a Pagan?" The doctor asked, undoing his tie a little bit.
"Pagan?" I asked, feeling confused and aggravated. Here I am, lying on a hospital bed and the doctor's asking me if I was a Pagan?!What the hell!? What's that got to do with anything?
Taking a deep breath, I calmed down enough to answer the doctor; "No, I'm not a Pagan."
Hell I don't even know what I am.
Dean couldn't help but pace back and forth in the waiting room, it was either that or yell at Sam and Bobby who weren't as concerned as Dean. After the nurses wheeled Cas away, Bobby and Sam sat in the soft, blue chairs like they would back at Bobby's. Not too long later, Bobby started flipping channels on the small tv in the corner and Sam was reading an outdated magazine some celebrity having another baby.
"Dean?" A voice asked, coming into the room. Dean turned and nearly bumped into a tall, lanky doctor with thick black hair just as thick and black as his glasses.
"Yeah?" Dean replied, feeling nervous yet confident about Cas's condition. Sam and Bobby stood up and joined Dean and the doctor.
"I'm Dr. Clay, you brought in a patient that was bleeding from the chest. "Dr. Clay replied, pushing his glasses up further onto his nose. "I'm going to have to ask you some questions so I can get a report for the police."
"Police?" Dean asked, wondering if someone had called the cops when they found Cas. Or if someone had found Cas and reported him before Dean and the others found him.
"Yes, they're going to wanna know about this. I mean come on, the kid was beaten and cut up like a suicidal teenager."
"Kid?" Dean had to bite back a laugh. This guy had no idea just hold old Castiel was, and there was no way the doctor would have believed him. "We found him that way, in the woods just outside of Wisconsin. Trust me, we asked him what happened and he has no clue."
The doctor looked between Dean, Sam and Bobby, looking for any kind of sign that would give off suspicion.
"Hey look pal," Bobby stated, noticing the doctor's eye. "We ain't done shit to that boy. We found him, we brought him here like any simple minded idjit would have done."
"I'm not accusing anyone of anything, but his parents are going to wanna know what happened to him." The doctor replied, clearing his throat and looking away from Bobby.
"He doesn't have parents." Bobby replied, feeling stupid for saying that. But who the hell where they going to call? 1-800-ANGELS UNKNOWN LINE?
"Well then there has to be a guardian. This boy-
"Castiel." Dean interrupted irritated that the doctor kept calling Castiel a kid when he was old enough to be his great ancestor.
"What?" The doctor asked.
"His name, it's Casitel."
"Sorry, anyway he's not 18, he has to be under someone's care."
Dean looked back at Bobby and Sam, trying to think of what to say. Usually Dean would have some kind of lie in store, or Sam or Bobby would say something then they would bounce off of each other's information and somehow come up with some kind of story. But for some reason, none of them spoke.
What the hell now? Dean asked himself.
"Well...we're kind of his family..." Dean replied, trying to think of a way to convenience the doctor to leave so they could get Castiel out. Dean didn't need to turn around and look at Bobby or Sam, he could feel their shocked expressions on the back on his head. It wasn't that Dean had volunteered them to be a family to a...former...recent...deity...angle...
"You mean you're his family?" Dr. Clay asked, uncertain of what he heard.
"Yeah, well, we're his adopted family." Dean replied again, smiling.
"Pardon my asking, but are you guys like Pagans or something?"
Dean blinked in surprise. The first thing Dr. Clay asks is are they Pagans? What does any religion affiliation have to do with Castiel's health?
"Uh no, we're not anything like that." Sam replied, wondering if it was true. They did after all believe in the supernatural, and they did slain those who did evil to the world, and they do know quite a bit of symbols that would make any human see them as a Pagan. Or something similar.
"Well, the reason I ask," Dr. Clay continued, taking out his board and looking at it. " Is because, even before I finished cleaning, Castiel's chest, arms and some parts of his legs were carved with these strange symbols that I have never seen before."
"Strange symbols?" Bobby asked, wondering what kind of symbols were on Castiel's body. Perhaps that would lead them to some kind of an idea to who took Castiel.
"Yeah, but you'll have to look when they're done stitching him. Um anyway, adopted family will have to do." The doctor cleared his throat again, and went to his board. " First off, what's his name?'
"His name's Castiel, I told you." Dean replied, irritated that he had to repeat himself.
"I know his first name. But Castiel what?"
"What?" Dean asked, uncertain of what Dr. Clay meant.
"His last name." Dr. Clay replied, Dean could see that he was fighting off a the stupid, teenager girl word 'duh'.
"Winchester, his name's Castiel Winchester." Bobby added, deciding to give Castiel a familiar last name since they were family. Sam tried to not glare at Bobby, since Bobby basically gave their family name to someone who wasn't even a part of the family.
Boy I can feel a real long discussion coming after this, Dean thought to himself, keeping the fake smile.
"Does he have insurance?"
"Yes." A familiar voice asked from behind, catching the attention of the Dr. Clay, the Winchesters and Bobby. "Hello Robert, Dean, and Samuel."
What the hell? Dean thought to himself as a tall, red haired petite woman walked up to them. Her dark grey business suit showed the curves on her body, her face showed an over worked, under appreciated worker and possible mother of a large amount of kids. Her light eyes showed firmness yet there was a small hint of concern in them. Like a hard core mother.
Wait, those eyes, Dean thought to himself as his muscles tensed in defense as he watched her walk by him. The eyes were always a dead give away to this woman, the very same eyes that meant trouble was not far behind. Dean had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from shouting and cursing at her. He couldn't risk throwing Dr. Clay off and making escape just as difficult. There are too many questions without answers, they don't need the doctor asking more questions.
What the hell is she doing here? Dean asked himself as the woman walked over to the doctor, handing him a thin card.
"And you are?" Dr. Clay asked, looking at the card.
"I am Belle, I am his mother."