The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

...Two Months Later...

Two months passed. My file was so large you could knock someone out with it. I had daily therapy sessions, I feigned improvement in my mental state. Small, minuscule improvement. Although, everyday, I asked the same question.

"When can I see Sam and Dean?" And, everyday, I got the same answer.

"I don't think now is a good time for that." well, that was the answer at least, until one day when the man, Agent Camp, told me a new answer. He sat down across from me as I ate, as he did every day and I looked up at him.

"When can I see Sam and Dean?" I asked. He blinked, and with a straight face, told me the news.

"We... found Sam and Dean in their cells.... dead." He said.

Well, my whole world fell apart after that. And Camp left me alone when the tears started coming.

I didn't want to believe them. I really didn't. I sat in the room, missing my bear, wanting my bed, wanting to have off-brand cereal with Dean while researching to find a case to take care of. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breath. Sam and Dean weren't coming, if that was true. If they were really gone. Would anyone come for me? Crowley? Beelzebub? I hadn't seen Beelzebub in so, so long. I was mad at him. I missed him. Everyday stupid shrinks would come in and analyze my dreams, they would try to explain things, how things 'really were'. I hadn't used my powers in two months. Not since I got here. I couldn't. I didn't want to be taken somewhere for testing. I threw my pillow across the room forcefully, careful not to break anything. I knew there were cameras. There had to be. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my head down.

I took in a few breaths and tried to reach out to someone. To connect with anyone would be good right now. Eventually, however, I fell asleep.

I had a dream. My first dream in a long, long time. My first... soulscape in what felt like forever. I missed the feeling. I dreamed of Castiel and Mary, together, planning, trying to save Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean... where were they? I could see them. They weren't in their cells, they were... running, from who? Guards. Everything was happening so fast. There were two other men, who were they? Mick... Arthur... very unfamiliar names. Unfamiliar faces. Too much was happening. I heard my name. My name. Why my name? Were they coming for me? I saw Beelzebub. Where was Beelzebub? What was going on?

I woke up with the feeling of something holding me down. I held back the urge to scream and swallowed hard. Then I felt something press against my face. I heard a grunt. I heard a sniffle. I blinked and turned my eyes to their black and white so I could see him. That terrifying beast, lying on me like he didn't want me to even think of leaving. Bright red eyes staring into mine.

"Alastair!" I pushed us up and wrapped my arms around his thick and wide neck. I felt some loving licks on my face. "My hound... my pup..." I breathed, resting my forehead on his. Those cameras in my room probably were making me look crazy. "Are you here to get me out of here?" I muttered. "I can't do that just yet, boy." I slipped out from under him, out of my bed and he watched me pace. "But... but I need you." I knelt before my bed to look him in his intelligent eyes. "Go get Sam and Dean, I don't think they're dead." I whispered. "I think they got out... you don't understand what I'm saying, do you?" I felt his nose press against my face. "Al..." I grumbled, pushing his face away from me. "I'm serious. Be a good boy. Protect them." I pointed at the door. "Go! Fetch!" I commanded. Alastair gave me a sad look before hopping off my bed and grunting, sniffing around the ground before vanishing.

My eyes turned back to their green as one of those therapy doctors came in.

"Nelly... who are you talking to?" he asked. I took a breath and looked back at him with a smile on my face.

"My hell hound." I said plainly. His face fell.

"I know this news about Sam and Dean has been hard..." He trailed off as I continued to stare at him.

"They'll come get me." I said, sitting back down on my bed.

"Nellwyn..."

"They will." I muttered, turning my back to him. The doctor sighed and closed the door behind him. I bit my lip. Mary. Castiel. Sam. Dean... Mick and Arthur. I ran a hand through my hair. I had been sitting and waiting so patiently. I didn't have a plan. But Sam and Dean had died... no, something else. They were alive. They escaped. And, it looked like they were in the same building as I was. Maybe in a differed section. Somewhere far away, well, far from where I was. I didn't know if the events I had seen had already happened or not, and I had sent Alastair to find the boys and watch out for them. I would have to find a way to get out of this place myself.

I felt a smirk cross my face. Whether they had gotten out or not.

I was done sitting around.