Chapter Forty-Six: Nut-Cracker!

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     I decided I wanted to split up from the boys, they had no objections

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     I decided I wanted to split up from the boys, they had no objections. Because I just walked the other direction to them as they were chatting to one another. Men... I continued to walk through the hallways, Doctors and Nurses greeting me politely, but I was looking out for the Trickster. I came to the elevator as it dinged open, and I entered as no one was in. I pressed the next floor up, and the elevator doors closed and the lift began to move.

"Looking for me sweetheart," the Trickster's voice boomed from behind, and the elevator judders as it came to a stop, making me turn around to see him leaning back. "You have found me," he offered a boyish smile, leaning up from the back of the elevator.

"Why have you dragged me into this?" I questioned, folding my arms and coming a few inches forward. "You're beef is with them kicking off the apocalypse," his eyes seemed to soften, and he just stared at me like he was seeing someone else. His gaze kind of felt weird. "Plus my ID name isn't even right!?" I peered down and gripped the ID card and showed him, wanting his gaze off of me. "It's Abigael not Aradia," his expression just seemed gloomy, but he noticed that I caught on. And then he had that boyish smile.

"Sweetheart it's a character! Play it," he laughs at the end. "We all have parts to play," he giggled, and a burst of static he became and vanished from the elevator. It whirled back up, and juddered. I let out a sigh, spinning around as the elevator dinged to a stop and the doors opened.

I walked through the hallway, Doctors and nurses smiled at me once again, but I was looking for dumb and dumber.

"Paging Chief Adams to O.R Three please. Paging Chief Adams to O.R Three," a woman's voice from the intercom came loud and clear. Luckily, I was on the right floor and saw O.R Three at the end of the hall. I could simply ignore the summons, but what the Trickster said 'We all have parts to play'. We weren't going to get out of here until we played our parts in his twisted game.

I managed to get to the Operating room and entered so quietly to see Sam and Dean. Dean was the one laying on the operating table and Sam was going to operate on him.

"A GSW to the back. B.P eighty over fifty and dropping," a woman announced to me as I made my way further into the room. But Sam was thinking about what to do to help his brother.

"Ok, um, I need a... Penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey," Sam spoke. I noticed the nurses stare at one another, as the request was strange. The air was silent, and no one moved. "Stat!" Sam was strong as the nurses began to move, and get the things he needed.

"How the hell did you get shot?" I came to the top end of the table, and looked at the back of Dean's head.

"An angry patient shot me!" He wasn't thrilled, and I could tell by his tone of voice. "Where the hell did you go?!" He shifted the attention away from him, as I felt Sam's eyes on me.

"Try to figure out why I was dragged into this. But it didn't lead me anywhere," I announced to the boys, just as Nurses came back in with the stuff Sam had asked for. "Time to operate Doctor Winchester," I smirked, eyeing up Sam. He seemed nervous, but he had done this before with his brother. I took a step back, and I watched Sam work. Something about him just working with his hands was a real turn on. I shouldn't be thinking this, but how could one not.

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