Exdemon1120, Antingone, Hobbleit,
Giddy76, Midnight, Ashley, Eponinethen
“The Magnificent Seven”
I claim no rights to the show Supernatural, the actors or actresses, music, or any other such thing. This script is only a fan fiction. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended. The only claim I hold is to my own original character concepts.
The dim glow of morning shone through the window blinds as Sam Winchester rolled over slowly in bed. His eyes slowly making the adjustment to the filtered light. He began looking around the room. This wasn't the motel they had been staying at. The walls here were white, plain and sterile. Curtains hung from rails surrounding his bed. A white cotton hospital blanket covered him. The bed was hard and uncomfortable. He shook his head as he began to sit up.
This didn't make sense. He was in a hospital. Why? He tried to remember the night before. Where had they been? As he thought memories flashed in his mind. They had been fighting. It was a demon. Wasn't it? Still trying to make sense of it all he slid his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there staring at the room before him. Sam continued to try to piece together the events of the previous night.
"Sam! Behind You!" Dean called out trying to warn his brother of the danger he was in. His words were too late though and he could only stare in horror as Sam was thrown across the room into a plate glass partition. The glass shattered with the force; shards of glass sprayed all over the floor as Sam hit the ground with a sickening thud. Sam could feel the blood running thick and fast down his face. The warm, red blood that mixed with the sweat before it dripped down his chin and onto the ground. He could feel the gash that had be torn into his forehead. It stung like crazy and the pain made him want to throw up. He could feel his mind going foggy; he didn't want to deal with the pain, he just wanted it to go away
Had Dean brought him to the hospital after the fight. Sam couldn't remember going back to the hotel; he couldn't really remember anything after falling through the glass. He continued to look around. If Dean had brought him here because he had been hurt it didn't make sense. There was no medical equipment. No IV. No monitors. Just his bed and another one beside it. He tried to make out who was asleep in the other bed. The form lay there with it's back turned and blankets pulled up around them.
Sam slowly stood expecting to be sore and in pain from the fight. Nothing. No aches. No pain. It was weird. He never woke up after a fight like that without some kind of soreness. He should have felt the sharp sting of bruised ribs. Should have felt something. But no. Why would Dean have brought him here.
He quietly walks to the door in the corner. Opening it he finds the bathroom. He steps into the room and looks in the mirror. He looks fine. Not a scratch on him. It didn't make sense he could remember being hit in the face. There should be a bruise or a cut. He looks down at his arm there should have been a gash there. But nothing.
Confusion covers his face. Something was very wrong. This didn't make sense. He walks toward the room's door and goes to open it. Locked. "What the..." he mutters. Why would his room door be locked. He looked around the room again. Nothing made sense. He headed towards the window hoping to find some clue where he was. He pulled up the blinds. Bars on the windows... "Where am I?" He whispered to himself.
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