Special Sauce (Destiel)

Chapter Eight

It had only taken Sam a split second to spring into action, when the phone hung up. He didn't know how the crash had happened, but he could only guess it was through demonic intervention. When wasn't it? He thought bitterly.

He raced down to the garage and stopped for a second to look at the motorcycle there. He shook his head. He'd never gotten his motorcycle license, and now wasn't the time to be adventurous. He took a Camaro instead, and hurried out.

"I'm looking for Robert Plant," he blurted out to the receptionist, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Visiting hours ain't for creepers, son," the older woman said, "You'd better get going".
"He's my brother," Sam quickly tacked on. "Someone named Laura called me". The lady quirked an eyebrow, but turned to her computer and tapped a few keys.
"Room 17, second floor," she supplied, and he gave her one of his smiles. "Go," she ordered, unfazed.

--

"Excuse me, miss? Could you tell me where room 17 is?" a familiar voice said from outside. Dean looked up to see his brother in the hall, talking to a nurse.
"Sam?" he called out, as loud as he could manage. Sam looked at him, and frowned.
"Never mind," he said softly to the young lady, not taking his eyes off his brother. He walked in slowly, his hands looked shaky.
"Heya, kid," Dean smiled, despite himself, and Sam managed to return it.
"What have you been up to?" he replied, and Dean's eyes lit up.
"Oh, same old," his eyes were smiling, his mouth only sort of.

"What happened, Dean?" Sam stopped joking, and Dean looked away.
"Car crash. Look, that's not important, okay? You need to get me out of here," he looked up at Sam desperately.
"What? Dean, you're hurt. They're looking after you".
"I think there's something wrong," he deadpanned, and put a cautious hand over his stomach. Sam looked down at his hand, and his eyes widened.
"What, you mean with..." Sam trailed off and Dean nodded. "We should call Gabriel," he announced.
"Not here," Dean whispered, "They'd lock me up and throw away the key if they found out. Get me out of here, Sam". His younger brother nodded, a plan already formulating.

--

"Well! What seems to be the problem here, doc?" Another familiar voice. Gabriel swung the curtain aside with a twirl, and the metal screeched. The nurse, Laura, narrowed her eyes at him - annoyed that he had interrupted her routine check up. Gabriel pretended to read his clipboard, nonsense written all over it, unbeknownst to the young nurse. "Robert Plant, huh? Weird name. No offence," he gave the nurse his signature shit-eating grin and she flushed. "Yea, this is the guy. I've got an order to transfer this patient, Miss...?"
"Um, Laura"
"Okay, Miss Um Laura, I've got to move him to a different ward- so are you all done here?" he smiled again, and the blush spread to her neck. She nodded, and he patted her back. "Nice".

Dean looked on, bewildered, but said nothing. Gabriel looked at him. "Alright Mr Plant, time to head on out". He helped him into a wheelchair, gently, and pushed him out into the corridor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he whispered harshly, his friendly demeanour gone, when they were on the way to the exit.
"It was an accident!" Dean whisper-shouted back. His left arm was sealed in a cast. "Are the kids okay?" he asked him, and Gabriel softened.
"I'll take a look when we get the fuck out of here".

When the glass double doors slid open, the sun blasted him, and he raised a hand to shield his eyes. Two shadows stood in the afternoon sun, one of them - he wasn't expecting.

"Cas?"

A/N: Well