I am so sorry!I haven't updated this story in months! I just couldn't find the strenght and will to continue. But a really kind message reminded me that people like this story, that I like this story, and that I should get my ass up to continue it. This chappy is a bit shorter than the others bcs I have to get back into writing again and also bcs I felt like I should update something even if it is just a short thing.
Thanks for the kind reviews and thanks for (still) reading the story. I can't promise that I will update regularly but I will try my best to continue this story.

Chapter 4

They walked down the long corridor, their footsteps echoing through the large hall. Busy nurses in white walked past them, charts and reports in their hands while they were talking in hushed voices.

"Where is he,where is he..." The Master looked around, his eyes scanning in every detail of the hospital; the large windows that let in rays of autumn sunlight, the white walls, the linoleum covered floor...

No Doctor, there was no Doctor!

"Stay calm, damn it!" Dean hissed, not looking at the Master who was frantically spinning around while walking. "They will suspect something to be wrong if you act all nervous!"

The Master snorted angrily and crossed his arms in front of his chest like a recusant child. "Who cares anyway? I mean, angel boy can just teleport us right in!" He turned to glare at Castiel, who answered his stare with his unusual blue eyes.

"The Doctor was followed by a demon. The demon is probably searching for him now. If I would fly us into the room it would notice my presence and therefore it would know where the Doctor is." Castiel answered, his voice calm but almost confused. "For all we know it could await us, so we need to be careful."

"Careful my ass!" The Master snapped, his hands pressed into fists. There was no need to be careful, not anymore! The demon would notice them one way or another, maybe it was already here! So where was the point in being careful?! The Doctor needed them, needed their help! But no, no, acting all normal was more important than saving the Doctor!

Humans.

They reached the information desk where an old nurse with greyish hair and glasses was sitting. She looked like one of those grandmothers in old children' books, you know, like those that eat children for breakfast and sacrifice their soul to the dark lord during their tea time before leaving their home to take over the world with their dark powers of evil.

Well, at least she looked like to the Master...

Said Master strode forward ready to ask that old human potato where he could find the fucking idiot who called himself the Doctor, but he was stopped by Sam's hand on his upper arm. "Let me handle this." The Master was about to explode right then and there, after all he wasn't here to stare holes into the air, but Sherlock raised his hand and signaled him to be quiet.

The giant walked past the Master, a fake smile on his pale face as he leaned forward towards the woman."Excuse me. There is someone we would like to visit."

The woman looked up from the computer screen, her gaze wandering past Sam to look at the four other people behind him, all dressed in suits. Her left eyebrow shot up and she gave Sam a questioning glance. "I don't think it will be possible for all of you to visit the patient."

Sam, who was still smiling, nodded understandingly. "Yes, yes! Of course! Just two of us will be going in. We're just all...searching for him."

At some point the Master stopped listening because, honestly, this was boring as shit and he had better things to do than this. His eyes roamed over the pinboard on the left wall. Too much paper, too much information, too much nonsense.

He was nervous, rocking back and forth on his feet, his arms clasped behind his back. He didn't want to wait any longer. He wouldn't admit it, never, but he needed the Doctor at his side. Weird, almost funny, how the roles had switched. Now it was the Master who was feeling desperate and alone without the Doctor at his side, even if he did hate the man...

Castiel was watching him with curios eyes. Those eyes were freaky, more than ever. Something about them seemed off but the Master couldn't quite tell what, just that those eyes seemed colder now, more distanced, almost as if there was something lurking behind them...

He wouldn't look away! He just stared right into the Master's soul, his eyes too bright and his massive wings outstretched behind him like an ominous shadow. They reflected the sunlight, those weird glass-like wings, and the reflected light looked like broken mosaic on the floor and the walls of the hospital.

Broken, like the grace behind the eyes...

"Second floor, room 211." Sam was back right in front of them and the Master was glad that he could finally look away from those creepy blue eyes. "Dean and I will be-"

"Nope!" The Master brushed past the younger Winchester brother and walked straight to the elevator. He suppressed the urge to scream 'He is my Doctor and I want to see him first!' because he was not stupid enough to let them know that he actually wanted to see the Doctor.

And they would only think he was possessive...again.

Which he was.

Kind of.

The Master growled to himself as he pushed the button for the second floor, not waiting for any of them to make up their mind and join him in the tiny space of the mirrored elevator. The Master really couldn't understand how humans could stand those tiny boxes. He only used it now because he was too lazy to take the stairs.

Nearly bumping into the Master, Dean pushed himself through the small space of the closing metal doors before the Master could complain or push him out.

"You're not gonna go up there alone!" Dean said as he straightened his slightly rumpled shirt. "You'll only end up smashing someone's head into a wall."

"Yes" The Master replied dryly. "And it will probably be yours now."

Dean glared at him with one of those bitchy glares, although they weren't as bitchy as Sam's funny faces.

"I hope that one day you will choke on your own spit and won't regenerate." Dean mumbled under his breath, his face directed towards the doors. The Master only pulled a face but was too proud to give a reply to such a stupid answer.

After mere seconds of awkward silence between them and even more awkward elevator music the doors opened with a bling and both grown men immediately tried to push themselves out of the elevator, both wanting to be the first to set a foot out of the small box. A nurse gave them a quick and confused gaze before she walked past them while shaking her head in disbelieve.

"Excuse me-" Dean raised his arm to wave at the nurse, a smile on his lips. "- but could you tell us where to find room 211?"

The Master wasn't sure if Dean was trying to be nice to the nurse or if he really didn't know how to read door plates. Probably both.

The Nurse pointed at a direction sign right in front of the elevator, then she smiled a bit forced and continued on her way.

"Well, you truly are a genius." The Master remarked sarcastically while eyeing the sign. Room 211, left turn, right side.

"Yeah I know right." Dean smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, actually he kind of looked like he was about to strangle the Master but that was nothing new so the Master didn't feel threatened by the hunter's gaze.

They walked down the big hallway to the left. It was silent, but not the comfortable or awkward kind of silent. The Master had to admit that it was... creepy? Sometimes they could hear voices behind the closed doors though, low murmurs and sometimes louder ones.

The Master turned his head slightly to the side to look at Dean, who didn't seem to like the atmosphere as well. His lips were tightly shut and his expression grim. The Master wondered if he was reminded of something or...someone.

They sunlight that shone through the large windows seemed cold. The Master didn't mind the dim light of the autumn sun, usually he didn't, but now he wished for the warm rays of the summer sun to fight the shiver that ran down his back.

And the pale light only made the white of the walls even more bleak and dreary.

Somehow it made the Master angry.

He missed the bright colors of the stars and the universe, he missed the different colors of the planets and even the ridiculous blue of the Doctor's TARDIS.

He missed the life with the Doctor, he realized, and he felt pathetic. The Doctor wasn't even gone for long but he already felt as if the color was fading from his life.

I've become his lap-dog, depending on him, needing him...

The Master growled in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair.

Pathetic!Pathetic!Pathetic!Pathetic!

"Hey,stop,we're here!"Dean grabbed the Master by the arm and yanked him back before he could walk further down the hallway. They both stood in front of room 211 now, neither of them sure what to do.

"Let's just get inside." The Master suggested as he reached for the door handle, but Dean slapped his hand away. "We can't just -" He began, but the Master laughed.

"Why, because you don't do that? Don't even lie to me, pretty boy, I know that you and your moose break into flats to kill supernatural creatures...and probably a lot os humans too, just by accident, of course -" He grinned as Dean's expression darkened dangerously. "- and now you want to tell me that you don't want to open this door? It would be totally legal to-"

"That is not the problem!" Dean hissed, pointing at the door. "Don't you get it!?"

The Master blinked in annoyance. "Sorry, get what exactly?"

Dean rolled his eyes in return but then he pressed his fingers to his lips, signaling the Master to be quiet. He had a very serious look on his face as he leaned towards the door. The Master furrowed his brow but followed the gesture until they both had their ears against the door.

"Do you hear that?" Dean asked, whispered, his eyes on the Master's face to watch his reaction.

"Hear what?" The Master asked, slightly confused. "I can't hear anything!"

Dean just looked at him.

"Oh." The Master said, slowly, because slowly it dawned on him.

It was silent. The room was quiet. There was no noise.

If the Doctor was in the room he would make himself hearable.

"Maybe drugs..." Dean mused, but the Master shook his head violently, his dark eyes wide. "Drugs don't work on us!" He said as he pushed himself away from the door.

"Excuse me-" They both turned around to the nurse that stood behind them. She was about 30 years old with black hair and dark skin, and she seemed very confused. "-but what exactly are you doing at the door...?"

The Master didn't answer, instead he tried to open the door, just to find it locked. "We need to get inside this room, now!" He demanded, his head turned to look back at the nurse.

"I am sorry, but I don't have the keys for the rooms up here." She answered, and she almost seemed afraid of the Master and his behavior because she backed away slowly."Visitors are only allowed between two pm and -"

"I don't fu-" Dean pushed the Master aside, a bright smile on his face. "I am sorry, my friend is rude and doesn't know how to behave." He gave the Master a silent glare, telling him to shut the fuck up or they would never see the Doctor. "Could you tell us if everything is alright with the man inside the room? He is my brother and I am worried about him..."

The woman gave Dean a small smile, glad that he was kinder than the Master, then she looked down upon her papers. Dean waited patiently while the Master paced up and down behind him. Damn that woman, why couldn't she just open that stupid door. Why use a key? A well placed kick could open almost every door.

Except it was made of steel.

Or other very heavy and unbreakable material.

"Uhm, I am sorry, but it seems he was released today."

The Master stopped pacing and his head shot up to look at her while Dean tried not to look too surprised. "Oh, he was?"

The woman, Stacy was the name on her name tag, nodded shortly. Her curly hair followed the movement of her head."By his brother, roughly two hours ago." She gave Dean a questioning glance.

"Didn't he tell you?" She then asked, and now she was weary.

He is gone he is gone he is gone-

The Master could barely concentrate on the conversation Dean had with the woman called Stacy.

"Oh,well, no, he didn't." Dean answered and managed to sound offended enough to make her believe that he knew who had taken the Doctor with him."But it doesn't matter, I will call him." He forced a smile and the Master almost screamed into his face because how were they going to find the Doctor if they didn't know who he was with and where he was?!

The nurse nodded and smiled again,ready to leave. The Master wanted to grab her by the arm to stop her from leaving them without much needed information but Dean was faster than him. "I am sorry, but-" He smiled again as she turned around to him. "I have two other brothers. What was the name of..." He trailed off, knowing she would know what he wanted to know.

She furrowed her brow and the Master feared Dean had gone too far, but then she sighed and looked at the papers again. "Usually I am not permitted to give you any names but..." She paused, reading, then she looked up again. "John Smith was it?"

Dean was confused for a moment but the Master nodded hastily. "Yes!"

She raised her brow, probably wondering who he was any why he wanted to see John Smith, so he quickly added the best thing he could think of to convince her that they were trustworthy people who knew the Doctor. "I am his friend. Boy...friend. We live together. Lived. Until he disappeared. And turned up here."

This was probably not the best thing he could have said, and he felt really stupid, but maybe this heartwarming story would convince her...

"Ohhh,I see..." She said, slowly, and then she smiled at him.

Wow, thanks, I don't need your bloody pity, just tell me where he is!

The Master smiled back, rather forced, but he knew it looked pretty enough to look real.

"Well,okay...But please don't tell anyone that I told you two about this."

They both nodded hastily.

"Okay, so...It was your brother Sebastian." She smiled at Dean.

Dean stared back.

The Master stared back.

"What?" They both asked.

Stacy's smile vanished slowly as she saw the confused faces in front of her. "Your brother...Sebastian? Sebastian Moran?" She gave them a worried look. "That is your last name,isn't it? Moran?" She asked Dean.

All color vanished from their faces as they stared at her, and slowly she seemed to realize that something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

"Fuck!" Dean yelled, and the Master was already running towards the elevator.

He is gone he is gone he is gone!

The Master was sure his hearts were trying to escape his chest.

He felt sick.

No, no, no, no!

This can't be true.