Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 12, 2013 22:29:25 GMT -5
"This is such a bad idea." Sam kept watch as Dean knelt to cut through the fence with a pair of wire-cutters. "Do you have a better one" Dean replied grouchily as he continued working away at the fence. "Yes. Yes I do. Stay far, far away from these things until Bobby can get us more information on how to at least leave a freaking dent in them." Sam crossed his arms, looking left and right. "And also, IF I had a plan to go after them right now, which I wouldn't, I would definitely NOT go after the ones in a hospital. People are here all the time!"
Dean gave his brother a long look, his tone snarky. "Well, unfortunately, these are the only ones we know of right now. The leviathans who camp out in abandoned warehouses didn't leave me their address." Dean swore out loud as the final piece of fence broke free and zipped across the back of his hand, leaving a long scratch. Luckily it didn't appear to have broken the skin.
"Dean, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea" Sam repeated as Dean slid through the now-sizable hole in the fence and scanned the back of the hospital for staff-only entrances. Those would be the least patrolled areas and easiest to slip in once the lock was picked, which for the Winchesters was childs play.
Once inside the hospital, Dean quickly found two spare white lab coats and stethoscopes which he snagged for himself and Sam. He found his brother lurking by the staff entrance still and encouraged him to put on the coat, draping the stethoscope around his neck to look like an authentic doctor. "According to Bobby, the leviathan disguised as the head doctor...the one that tried to eat Sheriff Mills...is no longer here but a few of the anesthesiologists and an administrative worker still are. If we can take out all but one we can use that one to find out how many others there are, where they are hiding out and what their end game is."
"Take them out with what Dean" Sam whispered in frustration as he followed Dean down one hallway after another, both keeping their eyes peeled for anything that looked strange or out of the ordinary. "We don't know the first thing about leviathans...other than they apparently like to eat people with strangely disfigured faces. We don't know what weakens them and we sure as hell don't know what kills them."
"Relax, Sam. I've got all the basics. Something should work." Dean opened his lab coat to reveal that he was still wearing his trusty leather jacket underneath and that its inner pockets were filled to the brim with salt, holy water, silver bullets, a gun, regular bullets, and his special demon-killing knife. A machete was holstered in a black case tied to his belt. "See? Trust me."
Sam really did want to trust him. He'd trusted and looked up to Dean his entire life, no matter what was happening around them. Dean had always been there for him. He was a constant in Sam's ever-changing life. He loved him and would do anything for him, including die...which had been proven more times than one. But something told him that there was more to this plan than Dean was saying. Something urged him to just grab Dean by the arm and turn and run.
"Dean...are you ok?" He had to ask. Dean was crazy and impulsive, yes. And he loved hunting. But this seemed a touch on the extreme side even for him. Dean had to keep his face averted from the man who could read him better than anyone in the world. If Sam knew that he was almost hoping to be killed that evening just to end all of the suffering and pain and exhaustion then he would be forcibly removed from the premises. Sam would never let him continue. "I'm fine Sam."
Dean pointed down to the end of the hallway where light could be seen coming from under the closed door of an office that belonged to (as was evident from the sign on it) one of the hospital administrators. Needing to be 100% focused, Sam pushed aside his doubts and nodded firmly at Dean who pushed open the door.
Their eyes were blinded by the sudden amount of light after that long walk in the dim hallways, but when they were able to see again, it became apparent that they weren't alone in the office. A tall woman with brown hair in a tight knot at the top of her head was sitting behind the desk and two burly looking men in doctors coats that matched Sam and Dean's stood on either side of her. She smiled a blood-chilling smile.
"I don't believe you two have an appointment."
Dean gave his brother a long look, his tone snarky. "Well, unfortunately, these are the only ones we know of right now. The leviathans who camp out in abandoned warehouses didn't leave me their address." Dean swore out loud as the final piece of fence broke free and zipped across the back of his hand, leaving a long scratch. Luckily it didn't appear to have broken the skin.
"Dean, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea" Sam repeated as Dean slid through the now-sizable hole in the fence and scanned the back of the hospital for staff-only entrances. Those would be the least patrolled areas and easiest to slip in once the lock was picked, which for the Winchesters was childs play.
Once inside the hospital, Dean quickly found two spare white lab coats and stethoscopes which he snagged for himself and Sam. He found his brother lurking by the staff entrance still and encouraged him to put on the coat, draping the stethoscope around his neck to look like an authentic doctor. "According to Bobby, the leviathan disguised as the head doctor...the one that tried to eat Sheriff Mills...is no longer here but a few of the anesthesiologists and an administrative worker still are. If we can take out all but one we can use that one to find out how many others there are, where they are hiding out and what their end game is."
"Take them out with what Dean" Sam whispered in frustration as he followed Dean down one hallway after another, both keeping their eyes peeled for anything that looked strange or out of the ordinary. "We don't know the first thing about leviathans...other than they apparently like to eat people with strangely disfigured faces. We don't know what weakens them and we sure as hell don't know what kills them."
"Relax, Sam. I've got all the basics. Something should work." Dean opened his lab coat to reveal that he was still wearing his trusty leather jacket underneath and that its inner pockets were filled to the brim with salt, holy water, silver bullets, a gun, regular bullets, and his special demon-killing knife. A machete was holstered in a black case tied to his belt. "See? Trust me."
Sam really did want to trust him. He'd trusted and looked up to Dean his entire life, no matter what was happening around them. Dean had always been there for him. He was a constant in Sam's ever-changing life. He loved him and would do anything for him, including die...which had been proven more times than one. But something told him that there was more to this plan than Dean was saying. Something urged him to just grab Dean by the arm and turn and run.
"Dean...are you ok?" He had to ask. Dean was crazy and impulsive, yes. And he loved hunting. But this seemed a touch on the extreme side even for him. Dean had to keep his face averted from the man who could read him better than anyone in the world. If Sam knew that he was almost hoping to be killed that evening just to end all of the suffering and pain and exhaustion then he would be forcibly removed from the premises. Sam would never let him continue. "I'm fine Sam."
Dean pointed down to the end of the hallway where light could be seen coming from under the closed door of an office that belonged to (as was evident from the sign on it) one of the hospital administrators. Needing to be 100% focused, Sam pushed aside his doubts and nodded firmly at Dean who pushed open the door.
Their eyes were blinded by the sudden amount of light after that long walk in the dim hallways, but when they were able to see again, it became apparent that they weren't alone in the office. A tall woman with brown hair in a tight knot at the top of her head was sitting behind the desk and two burly looking men in doctors coats that matched Sam and Dean's stood on either side of her. She smiled a blood-chilling smile.
"I don't believe you two have an appointment."