Falling Down 2
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, OFC
Title: Falling Down 2
Rating: 13 or so
Genre: angst, mature content, violence, romance, friendship, brotherly-love
Spoilers: 6.20
Summary: Cas has amnesia after falling but at least he made a friend. Dean and Sam attempt to get to him.
Author's Notes: alternate title: adventures in madagascar. also unbeta'd. also also there will be one or two more parts to this. also thrice I don't speak french...other than donne-moi un sandwich...which is all you need to know in any language if you ask me.
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part 1
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Two Weeks Earlier:
"Are we sure this'll work?"
"It'll work. Collecting the ingredients will be the fun part."
Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
Sam and Bobby shared a look before Sam spoke up. "Maybe we should call it a night."
Dean stared down at the ancient tome on Bobby's old deak. He cracked his neck and smirked at Sam's wince. "I'm gonna get some air." He picked up his beer and headed out the front door, taking a seat on the steps outside.
He heard the T.V. turn on and knew Sam was watching the evening news. "People pulled out guns and shot each other today. In other news car accidents happened." He muttered sarcastically.
Dean didn't flinch when he heard it. He just scoffed and rubbed his chin. There was quiet for a moment, Dean watched a stray cat run across the yard before speaking up. "You ever wish you weren't the one they sent to yank me outta hell?"
"Not once." Cas had started saying it before he'd finished asking, no hesitation.
They both stared out into the darkness as Dean took another swig of his beer before offering it to his companion. Castiel took it and chugged the rest before handing it back. Dean pursed his lips and looked annoyed before shrugging and chucking the bottle into the yard. It made a satisfying sound as it shattered on the ground.
The door banged open behind them. "Dean, what-" Sam stopped short in surprise.
Dean didn't bother turning around. "Go back inside, Sammy."
The door snapped shut without a word and Dean turned to look at Cas.
"I have to be somewhere soon." Cas stated simply.
Dean nodded and licked his lips. He sighed deeply. "You could just stay here you know. Got an extra bed."
"I don't sleep, Dean." Cas still hadn't looked at him. The staring use to creep him out but now he found the not-staring terrifying.
Cas finally turned his head and blue eyes met green. He reached out and laid his fingertips on Dean's cheek and jaw. He stared at where their flesh met. "I have to go."
Cas started to lower his hand and Dean caught it, held it gently in his own and Cas' eyes snapped back to his. "You really don't."
"I'm sorry."
Dean's hand fell to his lap. The displacement of the air where Cas had been made his eyes itch.
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Present:
"In world news, Madagascar is making headlines today has U.N. officials and the Red Cross are reporting nothing short of a miracle. Every person on the island nation suffering from illness or injury has been cured. This is undoubtedly one of the strangest things I've reported in my twenty-five years with this station. The waters and airspace around the island have been cordoned off as thousands attempt to flock to the small nation in hopes of a miracle of their own. The Pope has issued a statement-"
"Sam!"
"I'm a little busy, Dean!"
"Jerk it later! Get in here!"
Sam walked in and looked at him expectantly. "What?"
Dean growled in frustration. The news had switched to a brush fire in California. "Google Madagascar!"
Sam blinked. "Why?"
Dean stalked past him to the laptop in the next room. He pulled it open and searched for himself before turning it and raising his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam leaned over to read. "Whoa."
Dean grinned. "Sounds like our boy's grace did a number on the place."
Sam sat in the chair and started clicking on links.
"So Cas fell in Madagascar?"
Sam didn't answer for a minute before looking up at Dean. "I think Cas fell in Madagascar."
"How do we get there?"
Bobby stepped into the room from the kitchen. "What are you idjits going on about? You find bird brain yet?"
Sam ignored him and answered Dean. "We don't. There's no way in or out unless you're a U.N, Red Cross, or W.H.O. official."
"Who?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's the World Health Organization."
Dean rubbed his hands together smiling. "Bobby! Just the man I needed to see."
Bobby shook his head and Dean's smile fell. "That's a tall order." He took in Dean's crestfallen expression and sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Dean grinned.
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There are only so many reactions one has to waking up in a hut surrounded by people staring at you while trying to remember who you are. I chose to remain calm.
"Qui etes-vous?"
Until they started speaking some language I didn't understand. I felt disconcerted for some reason. Like I was suppose to be able to understand them. I looked around the people gathered around me and a thought drifted through my head that someone was missing. Someone was suppose to be here. Then I realized I was naked. I grabbed at a cover next to me and threw it over my thighs as heat filled my face.
A girl was kneeling in front of me. She'd asked me a question. She looked around twenty something. She gripped my shoulder and watched where our skin met. Seeming satisfied with that she went through a bag on her hip and pulled out a vial of water. She mimed drinking it then pulled the cork out and handed it to me. I threw it back and swallowed.
She watched me closely for a moment and then turned to her bag again pulling a smaller satchel from inside it. It unrolled to reveal seven small knives that looked to be of differing metals. She picked one up and nicked her finger with it while saying something to me. She showed me the cut then gestured with the knife to my hand. I looked at her in surprise. She wanted to cut me with them. What was wrong with these people?
She showed me the cut she'd made on her hand again, it was pretty small and it didn't look like they were going to let me go until I cooperated so I held out my hand. She nicked along my pinky, looking expectantly at me after every cut. She sat back on her haunches looking perplexed when she'd finished.
"May I have some clothing now?"
The crowd started murmuring, it was the first thing I'd said. The girl didn't look surprised at all. "English." She muttered before turning to a young boy and told him something quickly before shoving him towards the mouth of the hut.
The murmuring grew louder and the flames from the torches grew brighter. I grabbed my head as pain spiked through it. She grabbed my forearm and asked me something. "My head." I tried to explain but the pain grew until I couldn't see or hear. I felt my body vomit and hoped it hadn't been in her lap.
I must've fallen unconscious. I awoke to the sunlight streaming through the hut's opening onto my face. I lifted my head and saw the girl standing just outside speaking with a tall man with skin as pale as my own. He ducked inside and came up to me as I sat up.
"What's your name?" His voice was steely and left no room for argument.
I shook my head slightly and winced at the movement. "I don't know."
He raised his eyebrows. "This village is being evacuated. Lightning caused a forest fire last night. It's heading north but the wind may change and this village won't be safe."
The girl came in then and set folded clothes at my feet. The man spoke up again. "Get dressed and wait outside. Someone will show you where to go." He turned to leave but paused a few steps away. "Have you eaten?"
"No."
He spoke to the girl and they both left without another word to me. I took a breath and pulled the clothes on. The girl came back in just as the shirt settled on my shoulders. She handed me a bowl and said "Mangez." and walked back out.
I picked up the spoon and pushed the contents of the bowl around. "Grey mush with red things." I tentatively took a bite. The mush wasn't very appealing but the red things were sweet and juicy. I shoveled it into my mouth as I stepped outside.
It was like an anthill. People were running around yelling at small children, carrying loads of clothing, jewelry, and pots and pans. I heard a sound from above and looked up as three U.S. Army helicopters flew by. How I knew they were U.S. Army helicopters I don't know.
The girl came up to me again and pulled my arm. I followed her to an army jeep. She pushed me inside and then sat next to me. The jeep lumbered over the terrain and out of the village.
She tapped me on the arm and pointed at herself when I turned. "Meriki."
I nodded and pointed back at her. "Meriki."
She smiled and pointed at me. I shook my head and she frowned and looked thoughtful. "...Bleu."
"Bleu?"
She pulled the bottom of her eye down and pointed at her eyeball then pointed at my eye. From this I gathered that she had named me 'eyeball'.
The jeep ride took three hours. Meriki fell asleep against my shoulder. After being unconscious most of the night I was well rested.
We came to a stop and the door opened. A soldier shook Meriki awake and she stumbled out, pulling my arm along behind her. My stomach rumbled loudly and Meriki laughed. The soldier pointed towards a large tent and we stepped in to find a cafeteria had been set up. Dozens of soldiers sat at the four long tables. We filled our plates and sat next to each other at the end of one of the tables, across from two soldiers.
One of them stopped eating and looked up at us. "Hey, you guys speak English?"
I met his eyes about to answer him when I noticed how green they were. A face flashed in my mind. A smiling handsome man. Pain flared behind my eyes and I dropped my fork to cover them with my hand as I let out a small groan of pain. Meriki put her hand on my arm and asked me something. There was movement next to me and someone took my wrist and pressed their fingers to it. They were taking my pulse. I looked up. The man with the green eyes had gotten a medic.
The medic cleared his throat and I turned to him. "Do you speak English?"
"Yes." My voice was so loud to me. My skull felt like it was shattering. The medic shined a light in my eyes and I gagged but didn't puke.
"He's got a migraine." He took some pills from his bag and pressed them into my hand. "Swallow."
I took the pills while Meriki asked a question, sounding frustrated. One of the soldiered answered her in her language. "Oh." She said and put a hand on the back of my neck and rubbed.
The medic tugged me up and led me to a cot in a neighboring tent and told me to sleep. That smiling, handsome face swam in my mind as I drifted off.
```
Bobby had gotten a hold of the only hunter in Madagascar with a phone after many, many transferred international calls. Dean didn't know it yet but he was going to have a heck of a phone bill to cover.
The hunter's name was Joe and he was kind of busy. "We have forest fires everywhere but all the sick and injured are well again. Of course since the fires there's been plenty of people injured so what was the point of this mass-curing thing to begin with?"
"Well we think that was just a side-effect."
"Of what?"
"Of an angel falling in your backyard."
There was a lengthy paused "You're shitting me."
"Nope. Now my boys need to come collect him cause he ain't himself. Needs looking after even when he is to be honest with you."
Joe sighed and there was a commotion as Bobby listened to the rapid exchange of French and Malagasy. "Well, I'll keep an ear out for him but with everything going on here...well it's a lot of noise to hear past."
"Alright, thanks Joe." Bobby hung up the phone and ruffled through some papers until he found the number he was looking for. He put the phone up to his ear and dialed. "Alex, Bobby Singer....yeah I know you're busy that's kind of why I'm calling, remember that favor you owed me?"
```
Dean and Sam were on their way to the Red Cross center in Sioux country. Bobby had pulled some strings with the friends on the reservation. They had I.D.'s and backgrounds. They'd worked in several disaster areas, according to their paper work, including New Orleans post Katrina.
Dean pulled the Impala up to the guard shack and held up his I.D. "You the boys headed to Madagascar?"
"Word travels fast here. Yep. Lemurs, penguins, weird ass trees. Good times." Dean grinned up at him as he looked over his clipboard back.
The guard blinked. "There's penguins there?"
Dean glanced at Sam who was looking ahead ignoring the exchange. He looked back to the guy. "Yeah. Thousands of them. They're killing those marshmallow trees." He nodded while the guard continued staring at him.
Sam leaned across him. "He's an idiot. I apologize."
The guard nodded and handed their badges back and waved them through. "Wow." Dean muttered to himself.
A middle-aged woman with her hair in a long pleat over her shoulder was standing outside the Red Cross center. She walked up to them as they stepped out. "You're Bobby's friends?"
"Yeah. You Marianne?"
"I am. We need to hurry." They walked briskly around the building to a helicopter landing pad. Sam smirked as Dean blanched.
"We're flying?"
"Boats don't run on land." She replied curtly. She thrust a clipboard into his hands and he grabbed it reflexively. "The helicopter takes you to Kansas. Another will take you to Birmingham. Then an airplane to Miami. Then a jet to Cape Town. Then a Red Cross boat to-" She grabbed the clipboard back and looked at it. "-Tolagnaro. Then a Red Cross jeep to Antananarivo." She thrust it back at him again and he huffed air out at the force making Sam smile. "From there you're on your own." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills and handed it to Sam. "Bobby mentioned you might need these. One pill fifteen minutes before take off."
"Um, I don't mind flying."
"They're not for you they're for him." She jerked her thumb at Dean. "You're in charge of them so he doesn't overdose and drool to death." Dean glared at her. The helicopter's blades started up. "Alright boys, in you go."
"Weren't you suppose to give me a pill?" Dean said anxiously as she shoved him into the seat and the pilot checked their restraints.
"No time! Good luck!" She turned and went back into the building.
The helicopter lifted off and Dean grabbed Sam's hand. Sam laughed. "We're fine, Dean! Calm down!" He was going to tease him mercilessly for this but at the moment he was just kind of amazed Dean was willing to fly several times in the hopes of finding Cas. What a sap his brother could be.
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I woke up shivering. I was tied to a metal chair and I was naked. I'd fallen asleep on a cot in a tent though hadn't I? Or had that been a dream? I still didn't know my name.
"Who are you?" The voice boomed at me from all sides. It crackled strangely and I thought it must be coming from speakers.
I swallowed the dryness from my throat. "I don't know."
"You are being held in a military facility. Your rights have been revoked. You will be held here indefinitely. Everything you say will be recorded. If you fail to cooperate we are authorized to use force." *
My throat was suddenly dry again.
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part 3
*this is an edited version of a speech given to Tosh in an episode of Torchwood. I stole it. Get over it.
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Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, OFC
Title: Falling Down 2
Rating: 13 or so
Genre: angst, mature content, violence, romance, friendship, brotherly-love
Spoilers: 6.20
Summary: Cas has amnesia after falling but at least he made a friend. Dean and Sam attempt to get to him.
Author's Notes: alternate title: adventures in madagascar. also unbeta'd. also also there will be one or two more parts to this. also thrice I don't speak french...other than donne-moi un sandwich...which is all you need to know in any language if you ask me.
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part 1
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Two Weeks Earlier:
"Are we sure this'll work?"
"It'll work. Collecting the ingredients will be the fun part."
Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
Sam and Bobby shared a look before Sam spoke up. "Maybe we should call it a night."
Dean stared down at the ancient tome on Bobby's old deak. He cracked his neck and smirked at Sam's wince. "I'm gonna get some air." He picked up his beer and headed out the front door, taking a seat on the steps outside.
He heard the T.V. turn on and knew Sam was watching the evening news. "People pulled out guns and shot each other today. In other news car accidents happened." He muttered sarcastically.
Dean didn't flinch when he heard it. He just scoffed and rubbed his chin. There was quiet for a moment, Dean watched a stray cat run across the yard before speaking up. "You ever wish you weren't the one they sent to yank me outta hell?"
"Not once." Cas had started saying it before he'd finished asking, no hesitation.
They both stared out into the darkness as Dean took another swig of his beer before offering it to his companion. Castiel took it and chugged the rest before handing it back. Dean pursed his lips and looked annoyed before shrugging and chucking the bottle into the yard. It made a satisfying sound as it shattered on the ground.
The door banged open behind them. "Dean, what-" Sam stopped short in surprise.
Dean didn't bother turning around. "Go back inside, Sammy."
The door snapped shut without a word and Dean turned to look at Cas.
"I have to be somewhere soon." Cas stated simply.
Dean nodded and licked his lips. He sighed deeply. "You could just stay here you know. Got an extra bed."
"I don't sleep, Dean." Cas still hadn't looked at him. The staring use to creep him out but now he found the not-staring terrifying.
Cas finally turned his head and blue eyes met green. He reached out and laid his fingertips on Dean's cheek and jaw. He stared at where their flesh met. "I have to go."
Cas started to lower his hand and Dean caught it, held it gently in his own and Cas' eyes snapped back to his. "You really don't."
"I'm sorry."
Dean's hand fell to his lap. The displacement of the air where Cas had been made his eyes itch.
```
Present:
"In world news, Madagascar is making headlines today has U.N. officials and the Red Cross are reporting nothing short of a miracle. Every person on the island nation suffering from illness or injury has been cured. This is undoubtedly one of the strangest things I've reported in my twenty-five years with this station. The waters and airspace around the island have been cordoned off as thousands attempt to flock to the small nation in hopes of a miracle of their own. The Pope has issued a statement-"
"Sam!"
"I'm a little busy, Dean!"
"Jerk it later! Get in here!"
Sam walked in and looked at him expectantly. "What?"
Dean growled in frustration. The news had switched to a brush fire in California. "Google Madagascar!"
Sam blinked. "Why?"
Dean stalked past him to the laptop in the next room. He pulled it open and searched for himself before turning it and raising his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam leaned over to read. "Whoa."
Dean grinned. "Sounds like our boy's grace did a number on the place."
Sam sat in the chair and started clicking on links.
"So Cas fell in Madagascar?"
Sam didn't answer for a minute before looking up at Dean. "I think Cas fell in Madagascar."
"How do we get there?"
Bobby stepped into the room from the kitchen. "What are you idjits going on about? You find bird brain yet?"
Sam ignored him and answered Dean. "We don't. There's no way in or out unless you're a U.N, Red Cross, or W.H.O. official."
"Who?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's the World Health Organization."
Dean rubbed his hands together smiling. "Bobby! Just the man I needed to see."
Bobby shook his head and Dean's smile fell. "That's a tall order." He took in Dean's crestfallen expression and sighed. "I'll see what I can do."
Dean grinned.
```
There are only so many reactions one has to waking up in a hut surrounded by people staring at you while trying to remember who you are. I chose to remain calm.
"Qui etes-vous?"
Until they started speaking some language I didn't understand. I felt disconcerted for some reason. Like I was suppose to be able to understand them. I looked around the people gathered around me and a thought drifted through my head that someone was missing. Someone was suppose to be here. Then I realized I was naked. I grabbed at a cover next to me and threw it over my thighs as heat filled my face.
A girl was kneeling in front of me. She'd asked me a question. She looked around twenty something. She gripped my shoulder and watched where our skin met. Seeming satisfied with that she went through a bag on her hip and pulled out a vial of water. She mimed drinking it then pulled the cork out and handed it to me. I threw it back and swallowed.
She watched me closely for a moment and then turned to her bag again pulling a smaller satchel from inside it. It unrolled to reveal seven small knives that looked to be of differing metals. She picked one up and nicked her finger with it while saying something to me. She showed me the cut then gestured with the knife to my hand. I looked at her in surprise. She wanted to cut me with them. What was wrong with these people?
She showed me the cut she'd made on her hand again, it was pretty small and it didn't look like they were going to let me go until I cooperated so I held out my hand. She nicked along my pinky, looking expectantly at me after every cut. She sat back on her haunches looking perplexed when she'd finished.
"May I have some clothing now?"
The crowd started murmuring, it was the first thing I'd said. The girl didn't look surprised at all. "English." She muttered before turning to a young boy and told him something quickly before shoving him towards the mouth of the hut.
The murmuring grew louder and the flames from the torches grew brighter. I grabbed my head as pain spiked through it. She grabbed my forearm and asked me something. "My head." I tried to explain but the pain grew until I couldn't see or hear. I felt my body vomit and hoped it hadn't been in her lap.
I must've fallen unconscious. I awoke to the sunlight streaming through the hut's opening onto my face. I lifted my head and saw the girl standing just outside speaking with a tall man with skin as pale as my own. He ducked inside and came up to me as I sat up.
"What's your name?" His voice was steely and left no room for argument.
I shook my head slightly and winced at the movement. "I don't know."
He raised his eyebrows. "This village is being evacuated. Lightning caused a forest fire last night. It's heading north but the wind may change and this village won't be safe."
The girl came in then and set folded clothes at my feet. The man spoke up again. "Get dressed and wait outside. Someone will show you where to go." He turned to leave but paused a few steps away. "Have you eaten?"
"No."
He spoke to the girl and they both left without another word to me. I took a breath and pulled the clothes on. The girl came back in just as the shirt settled on my shoulders. She handed me a bowl and said "Mangez." and walked back out.
I picked up the spoon and pushed the contents of the bowl around. "Grey mush with red things." I tentatively took a bite. The mush wasn't very appealing but the red things were sweet and juicy. I shoveled it into my mouth as I stepped outside.
It was like an anthill. People were running around yelling at small children, carrying loads of clothing, jewelry, and pots and pans. I heard a sound from above and looked up as three U.S. Army helicopters flew by. How I knew they were U.S. Army helicopters I don't know.
The girl came up to me again and pulled my arm. I followed her to an army jeep. She pushed me inside and then sat next to me. The jeep lumbered over the terrain and out of the village.
She tapped me on the arm and pointed at herself when I turned. "Meriki."
I nodded and pointed back at her. "Meriki."
She smiled and pointed at me. I shook my head and she frowned and looked thoughtful. "...Bleu."
"Bleu?"
She pulled the bottom of her eye down and pointed at her eyeball then pointed at my eye. From this I gathered that she had named me 'eyeball'.
The jeep ride took three hours. Meriki fell asleep against my shoulder. After being unconscious most of the night I was well rested.
We came to a stop and the door opened. A soldier shook Meriki awake and she stumbled out, pulling my arm along behind her. My stomach rumbled loudly and Meriki laughed. The soldier pointed towards a large tent and we stepped in to find a cafeteria had been set up. Dozens of soldiers sat at the four long tables. We filled our plates and sat next to each other at the end of one of the tables, across from two soldiers.
One of them stopped eating and looked up at us. "Hey, you guys speak English?"
I met his eyes about to answer him when I noticed how green they were. A face flashed in my mind. A smiling handsome man. Pain flared behind my eyes and I dropped my fork to cover them with my hand as I let out a small groan of pain. Meriki put her hand on my arm and asked me something. There was movement next to me and someone took my wrist and pressed their fingers to it. They were taking my pulse. I looked up. The man with the green eyes had gotten a medic.
The medic cleared his throat and I turned to him. "Do you speak English?"
"Yes." My voice was so loud to me. My skull felt like it was shattering. The medic shined a light in my eyes and I gagged but didn't puke.
"He's got a migraine." He took some pills from his bag and pressed them into my hand. "Swallow."
I took the pills while Meriki asked a question, sounding frustrated. One of the soldiered answered her in her language. "Oh." She said and put a hand on the back of my neck and rubbed.
The medic tugged me up and led me to a cot in a neighboring tent and told me to sleep. That smiling, handsome face swam in my mind as I drifted off.
```
Bobby had gotten a hold of the only hunter in Madagascar with a phone after many, many transferred international calls. Dean didn't know it yet but he was going to have a heck of a phone bill to cover.
The hunter's name was Joe and he was kind of busy. "We have forest fires everywhere but all the sick and injured are well again. Of course since the fires there's been plenty of people injured so what was the point of this mass-curing thing to begin with?"
"Well we think that was just a side-effect."
"Of what?"
"Of an angel falling in your backyard."
There was a lengthy paused "You're shitting me."
"Nope. Now my boys need to come collect him cause he ain't himself. Needs looking after even when he is to be honest with you."
Joe sighed and there was a commotion as Bobby listened to the rapid exchange of French and Malagasy. "Well, I'll keep an ear out for him but with everything going on here...well it's a lot of noise to hear past."
"Alright, thanks Joe." Bobby hung up the phone and ruffled through some papers until he found the number he was looking for. He put the phone up to his ear and dialed. "Alex, Bobby Singer....yeah I know you're busy that's kind of why I'm calling, remember that favor you owed me?"
```
Dean and Sam were on their way to the Red Cross center in Sioux country. Bobby had pulled some strings with the friends on the reservation. They had I.D.'s and backgrounds. They'd worked in several disaster areas, according to their paper work, including New Orleans post Katrina.
Dean pulled the Impala up to the guard shack and held up his I.D. "You the boys headed to Madagascar?"
"Word travels fast here. Yep. Lemurs, penguins, weird ass trees. Good times." Dean grinned up at him as he looked over his clipboard back.
The guard blinked. "There's penguins there?"
Dean glanced at Sam who was looking ahead ignoring the exchange. He looked back to the guy. "Yeah. Thousands of them. They're killing those marshmallow trees." He nodded while the guard continued staring at him.
Sam leaned across him. "He's an idiot. I apologize."
The guard nodded and handed their badges back and waved them through. "Wow." Dean muttered to himself.
A middle-aged woman with her hair in a long pleat over her shoulder was standing outside the Red Cross center. She walked up to them as they stepped out. "You're Bobby's friends?"
"Yeah. You Marianne?"
"I am. We need to hurry." They walked briskly around the building to a helicopter landing pad. Sam smirked as Dean blanched.
"We're flying?"
"Boats don't run on land." She replied curtly. She thrust a clipboard into his hands and he grabbed it reflexively. "The helicopter takes you to Kansas. Another will take you to Birmingham. Then an airplane to Miami. Then a jet to Cape Town. Then a Red Cross boat to-" She grabbed the clipboard back and looked at it. "-Tolagnaro. Then a Red Cross jeep to Antananarivo." She thrust it back at him again and he huffed air out at the force making Sam smile. "From there you're on your own." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills and handed it to Sam. "Bobby mentioned you might need these. One pill fifteen minutes before take off."
"Um, I don't mind flying."
"They're not for you they're for him." She jerked her thumb at Dean. "You're in charge of them so he doesn't overdose and drool to death." Dean glared at her. The helicopter's blades started up. "Alright boys, in you go."
"Weren't you suppose to give me a pill?" Dean said anxiously as she shoved him into the seat and the pilot checked their restraints.
"No time! Good luck!" She turned and went back into the building.
The helicopter lifted off and Dean grabbed Sam's hand. Sam laughed. "We're fine, Dean! Calm down!" He was going to tease him mercilessly for this but at the moment he was just kind of amazed Dean was willing to fly several times in the hopes of finding Cas. What a sap his brother could be.
```
I woke up shivering. I was tied to a metal chair and I was naked. I'd fallen asleep on a cot in a tent though hadn't I? Or had that been a dream? I still didn't know my name.
"Who are you?" The voice boomed at me from all sides. It crackled strangely and I thought it must be coming from speakers.
I swallowed the dryness from my throat. "I don't know."
"You are being held in a military facility. Your rights have been revoked. You will be held here indefinitely. Everything you say will be recorded. If you fail to cooperate we are authorized to use force." *
My throat was suddenly dry again.
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part 3
*this is an edited version of a speech given to Tosh in an episode of Torchwood. I stole it. Get over it.
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