You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

18. TV Land (Part 1)

18. TV Land (Part 1)

We got to the warehouse only to be disappointed. No police. No police tape. No police cruisers. We were the only ones at the scene.

We all shuffled out of the Impala.

"There was a murder here, and there's no police cars," Dean observed. "There's nobody. How's that look to you?"

"Crappy," said Sam.

Dean went to the trunk of the Impala and pulled out two stakes, three flashlights, and a handgun. He held the weapon out to me. I didn't question it, I took the weapon gratefully. I didn't think I'd be ready to have to take down the Trickster. This was more for my protection than to take the guy down, whatever he looked like.

With stakes, flashlights, and a gun in hand, we entered the building.

I felt immediately disoriented. I looked down at my clothes. How did I end up with blue medical scrubs on? Where did my flashlight and gun go? I looked up at the boys. Since when had they both been wearing white lab coats? Since when did the warehouse inside look like a hospital, let alone sound like one?

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was still in reality. I even pinched myself until I started to bleed. Yeah, this wasn't a dream. I wasn't unconscious. We somehow went from a warehouse in Ohio to a hospital inside a warehouse.

"What the hell?" Dean spoke.

Two female doctors were passing by, one blonde and one Asian.

"Doctor," they both said. My brows came together.

"Doctor?" Sam asked.

I looked at the door behind us and opened it. I stepped back as I wasn't met with the outdoors and the Impala, but a couple making out in what looked to be a janitor's closet. I slammed the door, feeling a bit freaked out.

A brunette doctor suddenly diverted her attention from the receptionist's desk to approach us. I stepped back behind the brothers, still wary.

"Doctor," she greeted us. I gasped as she slapped Sam.

"Ow!" he hissed.

"Seriously."

"What?"

"Seriously?" the doctor said. "You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. A brilliant coward."

"Um, what are you talking about?"

My eyes widened as the doctor slapped Sam again. What the actual hell?

"As if you didn't know!" she said dramatically before stalking off. I was too confused to really take action.

"You okay, Sam?" I asked.

"I...don't know."

"I don't believe this," Dean said distantly. There was something in his eyes I could see was unusual: he looked like he was witnessing a dream coming true.

"What?" Sam and I asked.

"That's Doctor Piccolo."

"Who?"

"Doctor Ellen Piccolo, the sexy yet earnest doctor at Seattle Mercy Hospital." I looked where Dean was gesturing. Sure enough, there was a sign with Seattle Mercy Hospital on it.