Refreshing your memory: John's going after the demon that hurt Sam, but Dean's already there and about to get his ass kicked, while Sam's fed up with being left behind and has put into action The Great Hospital Breakout. With drugs.

Flirting With Disaster

~ I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide~

Chapter Six: The Beast Inside

Sam didn't think he'd have had any luck following his brother or father had it not been for the fact that his dad almost ran him over when he started across the parking lot.

In hindsight, he supposed that maybe he should have waited at least a few seconds to make sure his father had left to avoid getting caught before he had even left the freaking property.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" John Winchester's shocked bellow mingled with the slam of the truck's door as he moved quickly towards his wayward son. Sam swore the noise gave a few nearby pigeons heart attacks.

As for the teenager himself, he quickly settled on a righteous and indignant platform, scowling at his father's anger and concern stubbornly. John seemed to grapple with himself for a moment, as though trying to decide whether to yell some more or get his son back to his hospital bed.

"Alright, kid, inside," he finally said sternly, reaching for Sam's arm.

The teen stepped backwards quickly. "No way, Dad, I'm coming with you."

"Hell no, you're not. You're injured, Sam!"

"I'm fine," Sam snapped. "What do you care, you've made us hunt injured before."

"Don't, Sam," John said seriously. "I can handle this, there's no reason for you to be in danger right now."

"I can take care of myself. Besides, you and Dean will be there!" Sam wondered that he sounded something like a whiny child, but damn if he was going to let himself be left behind again.

But John's brow had furrowed. "Dean? Dean's not coming either, Sam."

Sam narrowed his eyes, a little suspicious. "What do you mean? Where is he then?" John paused before giving his immediate answer; Dean should have been back from his walk by now. Sam scoffed at his father's silence. "Wow, Dad, you're completely handling things. Looks like your perfect soldier had a rebel moment."

"He does that when it comes to you," John muttered to himself low, not sure if his pride outweighed the exasperation with his eldest. "I'll worry about Dean," he said louder, pinning Sam's gaze sternly. "I mean it Sam, let's get inside."

"No, Dad, you're not leaving me again. I'm a part of this too."

John resisted the urge to punch something in frustration at his youngest's pure stubbornness. He though quickly, coming to the unhappy conclusion that he didn't think there was time to be waster forcing Sam back to his hospital room, considering if Dean really had gone up against the demon alone the fugly might kick Dean's ass before his father could.

Pissed, John cursed. "Dammit, Sam." Running a hand down his face, he snapped, "Fine. But you are staying in the car, understand? Or so help me Sam..."

Sam nodded quickly, figuring that if worst came to worst his father's order could be disregarded, at least in his books. At the moment though, he had the sense not to push the man any further.

The bag of medication felt heavy against Sam's chest, tucked inside his jacket and John hadn't noticed them yet. Sam wasn't sure if his dad would take them away from him or not but he figured it was unnecessary to mention it now.

John looked his son up and down. "You okay?" he said finally, though already turning back to get into his truck.

"Yeah," Sam said, letting out a quiet breath of relief that his plan was working as he went around to shotgun and giving a thumbs up. "Meds rule."

It didn't take long for John to stutter to stop in his set goal to kick the demon's ass all the way back to hell once he found it.

Because when said demon had his son a hair's breadth away from getting his throat crushed, John didn't think there was much ass kicking he could do. Yet.

It hadn't taken John long to find the demon, hell he hadn't even needed his truck when he thought about it, the thing had found itself a place practically right around the corner from the hospital. Keeping an eye on its handy-work, no doubt, John had thought to himself bitterly. He hadn't been certain of where the fugly was, but from the knowledge about the hints of a demon he'd had before he stupidly left for the hunt anyway John had a hunch.

Sam, of course, hadn't accepted the brief "gut feeling" explanation that John had given him, but hadn't gotten any time to protest before John called out the order to stay put and started his way inside.

But he'd been right, John acknowledged as he glowered at the bulky leather clad man the demon was possessing, taking in the outstretched arm that was aimed towards his eldest son. Dean was struggling to get up from a pile of overturned boxes, but the moment he was on his feet he was flung against the wall and his hands went to his throat, gasping for breath.

"Dean!" John called out and was torn between moving to intercept and risk his son getting hurt or staying put.

The demon decided for him, dropping his hand so Dean fell again and gulped in air, trying to recover quickly. John's eyes had narrowed further, his eyes darkening so they could have been as black as the demon's.

"What do you want?" he growled low, a flask of holy water in one hand while the other aimed a pistol that he knew would be useless. He needed to trap the thing and exorcise it. And soon.

"You to leave," the demon growled. "Leave, and know that you couldn't save your son. Both of them should never have made it out of that car, but I'm fixing that."

As the words left his mouth the demon moved with seeming inhuman speed toward Dean, who had managed to stagger to his feet with his teeth gritted against the flaring pain in his wounded arm.

John moved just as fast, but it was a second after Dean was flung back into the wall and fell unmoving to the ground that the holy water doused the demons face.

The demon yelled in rage and pain as the holy water burned its face, and John rushed to stand in front of Dean who was breathing shallowly on the ground. John fought the instinct to check if he was alright, instead turning his attention to anything that could help him against this demon.

Seeing nothing, he fixed his piercing gaze on the monster, starting the beginning words of the exorcism and finding himself doing nothing more than hoping it would work in time.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus..."

Sam glared out the truck's windshield at the warehouse, as though the pure irritation of his gaze would somehow let him see what was going on inside.

He shifted restlessly in his seat after a few minutes, feeling a twinge in his side as he did. Frowning, Sam's attention turned to his wound instead, and he lightly pressed a hand against it. The stitches throbbed suddenly and Sam gasped, his other hand automatically reaching for the bag of pills.

He was breathing a little heavier, feeling slightly sick. Sam huffed a little which turned into a groan at the sudden crash of the pain-free high the painkillers had given him. He glanced around the area quickly, then grasped the door handle and clumsily got out of the car, one hand still on his side.

An involuntary sharp gasp of pain after he tried to straighten told him whether he should take the pills now. Shaking out a few bottles from the bag, he read the labels a little uncertainly.

Fever, infection...pain reliever. He lifted the last of the small bottles closer to read the small print, taking in the instruction that the pills should be taken before rest, and side effects include dizziness, fatigue, euphoria...

Sam's train of thought stopped abruptly as his ears pricked up and he swore he'd heard a crash come from inside. Sam shook out a few pills and dry swallowed them, face scrunching up uncomfortably. He tossed the paper bag back into the truck, then pulled out a handgun from the dashboard compartment, checking it efficiently.

The pain killers were slow to kick in, but Sam made his way to the rickety door of the building anyway, fully set on fighting beside his father and brother.

Even if he was drugged.

A/N: Er...hi... Happy Winter? *blinks innocently* Okay, I do apologize, really. Another proof that I need to have everything written out before posting anything... Promise you won't have to wait on me any more because next chapter will most likely be the last. And there's the special addition of drugged!Sammy for agent iz hyper ;)

Cookies to her, by the way, for getting this back to me even though she's off enjoying her fancy summer break :P Thanks, man, for ah, getting rid of my insecurities about this chapter. And thanks to her I have an idea for the next one too, so yay!

M&M's to all of you for sticking with? :3 Your reviews are amazing, thank you.

~Dodo